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Oh my Gosh! Don't you know I'm a cabbage?

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If you would like to, could you please continue this writing? Much too short for me!!! I need more!!

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I would like to continue it, but currently I'm having exams. I'll only be able to do it after 19th May. Will try to post the second part within 22nd May. Thank you for reading @snowshower

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Willow| JJK

Summary: You were always there for Jungkook, no matter the intensity of the trouble he was in, you were always there for him.

genre: college student! Jungkook x reader!, best friends to lovers.

Warnings/tags: Angst, fluff, smut, fingering, oral, mentions of unprotected sex, panic attacks, insecurities, accidental pregnancy/child, dirty talk, pet names.

Words: 23.7K

A.N: Hello, it is finally here, i hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think with your comments and asks, knowing what you guys think mean the world to me, really you have no idea how that lifts up my spirits when I don`t feel motivated, anyways, please enjoy lovelies <33333

You look around the coffee shop where Jungkook was supposed to meet you twenty minutes ago, you didn’t plan on meeting him there, it was just understood between the two of you even a ritual if you had to give it a word, both of you came to this shop to grab coffee before your classes and usually you were the one getting late not him, never him, never even when you were kids, Jungkook was always the impatient one, his impatient nature forced him to do things early, meeting you somewhere to hangout was nothing different, he was always before time and you were glad because you never had to wait instead, you always got scolded for not being on time even if you are five minutes late. You lean back in the seat, chewing on your bottom lip as you look outside the window. No sign of him. You look down at you phone, his chat still open, a thread of your messages sent to him can be seen but still nothing from him, he wasn’t even at home when you left in the morning. You huff. Is he okay? Your best friend instinct kicks in.

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One of the best works of fanfiction, I've ever read. The angst is so heavy that it physically hurts. @breakiebunny has done such an amazing job with this fic and it is beyond commendable.

Who said a perfect story does not exist when this masterpiece is right here?

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Prompt

Concept: Two best-friends-turned-enemies-secretly-lovers stuck in a room and take turns taking the MBTI test.

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“Do you care about other’s attention? Hmmm…I don’t” The Villain was going to tap on the last bubble on the left side but paused; hearing the Hero’s scoff.

“You have gone to almost every talent-show in this fucking country, Villain. A bitch is desperate. If there’s someone who had to be given ‘the most desperate person’ award, you’d at last win something in your life.” The Hero sneered.

The Villain’s heart thumped painfully in their chest at the reminder of their failed music career. There was a time when they filled up the cookie jar on their bedside table with a thousand dreams but the jar is probably collecting dust in a forgotten shelf now.

The Villain remembered the 14-year-old Vinny who would do errands just to earn money and buy CDs and cassettes. The Hero had been their best-friend then. A little kinder, a little softer then. They would listen to songs together and The Villain kept gushing about their dreams.

Looking back on these dreams and memories, the Villain could not help but scoff at how childish and naïve they were. Thinking that they could become some superstar without having any actual talent. But it doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt when the Villain remembered the days they came to the striking realization that they don’t have what it takes to be a musician. They were not talented enough and the dreams they had nurtured and grown in their little heart would have to be buried now because God gave them the vision and not the talent. It doesn’t mean that the months after those realizations were any easier with their booming depression and crippling anxiety.

The Villain hated their talentless and ugly voice and refused to speak for almost three years.

It hurts more because Hero chose that exact time to leave for their training.

It was a Thursday. Nothing out of the normal but that was the day the Villain had sold all their cassettes and CDs. It physically hurt. Their heart thudded painfully in their rib cage but they could not bear to look at the CDs in their room anymore. Their head made up imaginary voices and the CDs screamed degratory words at them and it was painful and hateful and they could not help but be reminded of the stage which they had…

They were sitting idly in their room, boredom and dangerous thoughts swirling on the horizon when their best-friend had entered silently. Their heart beat a little faster at the sight of them. They looked around the room a bit confused.

“Vinny, where is your guitar, the CDs?” The Hero asked while sitting on the edge of the bed.

The Villain wanted to reply, but saying something meant hearing their voice. Their wretched voice which had failed them. So, Vinny just kept quiet.

“Oh, okay. You don’t have to say. I actually came to inform you about something.”

Vinny quirked up at their best friend’s glowing face. Something really good must have happened for their friend to be this happy.

“I’m going to the capital for the Hero training, Vinny.”

Their friend kept gushing about the trainee program but Vinny could just feel how terrible of a friend they are. They were supposed to be happy for their friend but they couldn’t. They couldn’t when they knew that the minimum contract for becoming a Hero was 10 years long.

The Hero looked back at the dumb Villain and their dumb MBTI test after a few minutes and froze. The Villain’s finger still hovering over the white bubbles but the difference was in the shaking of that same finger. The Hero turned, alarmed when they noticed the Villain shaking while sitting in the same position they were 0 minutes ago.

Fuck, what had they done?

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Prompt

Concept: Two best-friends-turned-enemies-secretly-lovers stuck in a room and take turns taking the MBTI test.

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Today was Sunday. But Sidekick still found themselves sighing tiredly while gingerly massaging their forehead. They looked sideways and noticed the Hero’s stone-cold glare at the white door of the conference room. It was Sunday and yet the Hero’s ego was acting up. Sidekick gets that the Hero does not have any substantial work and thus his ego has reached heights which even Burj Khalifa couldn’t reach but get a life man! Everyone else has a fucking life.

The sidekick was raging inside but kept a blank face because capitalism, man!

The sufferer flinched violently and knocked his knee hard on the underside of the table when the door of the room was banged open. Jeez, people have no chill here. They almost got a heart attack due to the sudden attack on the door. They can’t catch the train to God’s subway, now; they had a mission to complete.

But before the Sidekick’s mind could rehearse their well-rehearsed motive and spill it to the spectator their balls caught sight of the Villain of the town. Eyeballs.

Now the Sidekick was a lot of things. They were selfish, dumb and had gotten used to the loads of black money pouring into their bank account after saving government officials from facing justice. But their eyes were in the right place and the same dumb brown eyes really liked the current sight.

The bad guys are always hot, they said.

Become an official of the agency, they said.

It will be fun, they said.

But right now, Sidekick really wanted to be on the Villain’s side. Now, along with their eyes, their heart was also in the right place and hence, they knew that this villain is actually the good guy and is just being framed as the bad guy for the convenience of a lot of criminals. The sidekick knows that the Hero is wrong but then again, being in the wrong brings in cash.

“Am I supposed to take you seriously?” The Hero scoffed lightly while bouncing a pen obnoxiously on the table. “Bring me the actual Villain, I’m not interested in talking with his minions.”

The is-it-really-Villain-or-a-Sidekick laughed a little and sat down on the chair on the opposite end of the table. They stared a little at egoistic-bitch and then propped their legs on the table. The undersoles of the shoe had F**K YOU written in red bold letters.

“And what makes you think that the Villain won’t be a she, Mr. hero?”

The sidekick’s stomach flip-flopped and their heart dib-dobbed after hearing the woman’s voice. Such a beautiful voice! If this villain, with her beautiful voice and her beautiful eyes read Shakespeare’s plays to the sidekick, they will just evaporate in the air. Oh, what a beautiful dream that is! Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, Mercha…

The sidekick was drawn out of their thoughts when a harsh punch slammed their head on the pristine white table. But the pristine white table was no more pristine and white.

Just like so many practice rooms and beds.

The sidekick looked up fearfully to notice Karan, their coworker in front of them cowering away with a horrified look on his face. But his eyes held fear and pain. The fear and pain was so prominent that Sidekick felt it in their bones, in their soul. Because hadn’t their soul felt the same pain over and over again?

Over and over again?

Over and over again?

The cold conference room was spinning now. Spinning really fast. It brought back memories to when Sidekick had ridden the faulty merry-go-round which refused to stop and kept spinning. The Sidekick had cried and called for their mommy. But they had neither now. Tears have stopped forming and their mom was a weakness.

Their face hurt but their ears never stopped ringing. They tried to lift their head but it felt too much of a task with the immense pain in their head. The blood from their forehead burned their eyes and they tasted the blood from their nose. Through the white noise and red pain, their master’s words were clear.

“After this little play with my doll, are you still willing to go again me, Villain?”

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Dandelions

The Hero remembers visiting a field of tulips and dandelions with their lover. There were many more beautiful flowers but neither of the two sweethearts knew their name. And what’s the need of focusing on your surroundings and flowers when the best sight is right in front of you?

Hero’s lover had wanted to organize the meadow picnic as it’s always Hero the one who treats them. They had begged and pouted and it was one of those few times where Hero relaxed and let someone else steer the wheel. It was scary. After all, their whole life they were forced to be alert. There was always this uneasy itch in their spine which made them check their surroundings twice, which made them keep the revolver under their pillow and install security cameras around their lover’s house.

“Do you know how beautiful you look in brown, my darling?” Hero was brought out of their tumultuous thoughts by the smooth voice of their companion. “It’s a color which not everyone can carry, but you look like a fairy in every color.”

The Hero had blushed. What else was there to do when their lover showered them with compliments?

The Hero won’t lie, they had always been a bit insecure about their appearance. The reason for the insecurity could be various; it could be their mentor or it could be their mother or it could be that god forsaken mask behind which they had to hide behind every time. But the Hero was not at their highest point when they met their flawless angel. After knowing about the Hero’s struggle after a particular bad day, they had assured them that they were perfect. That was the first time Hero felt beautiful. The first time the Hero was allowed to be fragile because fragility and insecurity shouldn’t be the traits of the country’s best Hero, right?

“You, you must have been the college heartthrob in your days, huh? With that shameless smirk and these corny lines, girls and boys would have probably worshipped you like an actor.”

Their angel had thrown their head back and laughed, showing the smooth column of their neck and their soft purple hair flowing around their face. They had an affinity for changing their hair color often, their inspiration being K-pop idols, but in Hero’s opinion their lover looked much better than any K-pop idol or any Hollywood actor or any famous model.

“No, baby, I was saving myself for you.” Their sweetheart had said while opening the basket which they had caught the Hero eyeing a few times, bringing out prettily decorated cakes and biscuits. Hero’s father was too critical of every lover they had ever brought home but the first time their father had given the green signal was when they had tasted their lover’s sweet chocolate cake. That incident had led Hero to spend many more afternoons in the kitchen while staring at their sweetheart. Their lover loved baking.

They had pointed out different animals from the clouds on the sky after having cakes and biscuits. They had kissed languidly under the clouds in the meadows and had smiled with stars in their eyes. They had talked and talked and talked. And at the end of the night, they had made sweet love, tousling in the bedsheets and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The peaceful image of their lover’s face that night kept floating in Hero’s blurry vision. They remembered their sweet voice to block out the heavy thumps of the fists and kicks which were attacking them. They had fought vigilantly but alas! The villain had got to them today. The person covered in black repeatedly kicked their broken ribs and Hero wanted to scream. They wanted to scream, they wanted to hide, they wanted to snuggle deep in their lover’s arms and forget about everything. But the nation’s favorite hero cannot do that now, can they? That was too selfish. As the Hero of the country, they had to lay down their life for the country and its people.

But Hero wanted to have a small baby with their lover…

But guess that’s never going to after all. They are sure that both their legs are broken and few of their ribs are too. Their body is heavily bruised and they could feel their end nearing. The Villain did not stop, even after noticing the labored breaths of the Hero. They were out to kill today, after all.

Maybe they could start a small family in a countryside with their lover in their next life.

Maybe they could rest and have a less burdensome path in their next life.

Maybe…

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Misadventures with a Mosquito

The Villain was floating now. This feeling could only be described this way. They felt as if they were floating while they made out with their supposed enemy in a dark alley. Can this feeling be described in any other way than floating?

They were kissing their enemy! Their enemy whom they had shamelessly fantasized about in unholy times, their enemy who flirted and pinned them to surfaces whenever they could and their enemy who was a hot piece of ass!

They were kissing their enemy.

It was going well, the Villain thought but it seemed that the Devil had different plans. They were taken by surprise when the Hero’s tongue made its way into Villain’s mouth.

The Villain short-circuited.

This hot piece of ass’ tongue was in their mouth and it was sexy, it was sexy and Villain did not know what to do! They did not know what to do but they have to learn! They have to…

The Hero tightened their hold on the Villain when they felt them squirm.

It was going quite well but it seemed that God had other plans.

The Villain just about threw the Hero away and sat down, furiously scratching the area around their ankle while killing two fat mosquitoes. The blood of the mosquitoes which was actually Villain’s blood smeared on their fingers. They were in a musty alley after all.

The Villain had tried to ignore the bite for some time now but when two-three mosquitoes keep sucking blood from your skin like they are fucking Dracula and as if the world is ending in two minutes and they need to have the Last Supper, you won’t be able to focus even if Tom Cruise is the one sucking your bottom lip.

“AARGHH!” The Villain cried out, frustrated while scratching the area like their life depended on it.

They glared at the Hero who was supporting themselves on the opposite wall while clutching their stomach and laughing like the world was ending in two minutes and they need to have the Last Laughter.

“If I get dengue or malaria or anything like that, I’m going to whoop your ass, dumb door.”

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Somedays, on the negative days, on the supposedly dark days, I look at that thunder-strike icon and feel bad when I have a few notes. I go back to the posts which have more notes and try to think what I did different. It all seems the same to me. I wrote with the same heart, with the same mind, with the same keyboard. On these days I end up thinking low about myself. Maybe I’m not that good and am only capable of occasional hits, here and there. On these days I look at the many drafts in my computer with nothing but apathy, because I don’t see anything amazing; anything worth remembering.

Somedays, on the positive days, on the supposedly bright days, I look back at the things I did, the things I wrote and can’t help but feel proud. Is this something which I wrote? This is so good! On these days, I end up blaming the app’s algorithm for the less number of notes. On these days, I don’t even care about the notes, I just feel like writing the day away. After all, only the people with more demand are displayed mostly. Maybe, my potential readers did not come across my work. On these days I look at my drafts and feel happiness. On these days I remember the thoughts, the ideas running through my head while writing and on these days I feel hopeful.

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Possessed or cursed?

The red string has been turning black for a few weeks now. The red color slowly decreasing little-by-little as inky-black took over. No-body had ever seen anything like this. It was so unique that Sam made it on the first-page of the world’s most read newspaper with the tacky title, ‘possessed or cursed?’

The world was now divided into two halves.

Possessed or cursed?

A new TV show was supposed to be aired from 30thFebruary on CLT.

Possessed or cursed?

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Burning Ice

The Villain was supposed to make merry now. Host a party for the Federation of Villains, toast to his enemy’s fall and sleep tightly in his warm bed after countless nights were spent awake strategizing, planning and plotting. But to the utmost horror of the Villains of the country, they noticed the calm, patient and put together fall apart in front of the blazing building of the Parliament of Welfare. Everyone watched as the burning sign of the place fell to the ground. But Villain’s stomach dropped and the world froze on his feet. What has he done?

What has he done?

They knew the Hero’s time-table. They knew that the Hero had taken a leave today to tend to confidential matters. Their own spy placed in the organization had said so. But why did Hero’s tracker show that they were inside? The tracker which they had put just today, in the morning while bickering with her.

Villain’s side-kick was a little surprised when they noticed the frozen Villain from afar. Striding forward their mind was seized with concern when they saw the shaking and crying man. They looked around to see everyone talking and whispering, a confused and suspicious look on their face. They had to get their boss out of here. They had a reputation to maintain and even a small moment of weakness could be seen as an opportunity for opposition and throwing off the King from the throne. They had a reputation to maintain.

“Sir, let’s get out of here, our work is done. the heat is getting intolerable even from such a distance.” The side-kick muttered trying to knock some sense into their boss.

If the heat is so bad at such a distance then how is the hero feeling? How will she survive? The Villain looked at his trusted side-kick with glassy eyes and a broken look. The side-kick quickly looked all over the Villain with an alarmed look, checking for wounds.

“What happened, did you get hurt? Should we go to the hospi…” The side-kick was cut off by an almost-inaudible whisper.

“Sir?”

“Hero is inside.”

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Um, Yeah

CAUTION: FACTS DO NOT ALIGN BECAUSE THEY ARE B O R I N G AND BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO DO RESEARCH.

King Fritz

The King of Jalandhar could make his name go down in the Buzzfeed Top 10 Worst Kings of All Time. He was in plain words, horrible at his job, which was not much given he had people advising him in every step of his life. Now, I’m not discrediting Kings but they generally are lazy pieces of… faculty and it’s not like you can actually prove me wrong, right? There are no actual ruling monarchs, doing actual ruling and don’t come at me with History because History is all about point of views. I don’t want to know what a middle-aged white, problematic (read: misogynist, sexist, racist, etc, etc, etc) diabetic man with three kids has to say about the situation.

But anyways, King Fritzwilliam was a horrible monarch. I mean not the actual Fritzwilliam Darcy. His approaches were kind of dumb, tbh. I mean who goes and disses the entire family before saying that ‘yeah, I kind of fell in love with you, sadly, my poor self. Your family is horrible like 100 % but you’re just 90% of that horribleness so it’s okay.’ Like he reminds me of Justin Bieber. He is saying “Is it too late to say sorry?” I mean, man, at least look the part, that you’re sorry. Look apologetic, look sad, look actually sorry. Wait, you’re not even in the music video. But no, what does he do? Makes girls twerk and sing and dance happily to the song. Guys, you are never getting your ex back if you pull that kind of stunt.

But anyways, now that I think naming the king Fritzwilliam is a little weird because Jalandhar is in India but Fritz (I’ll just call him that for the sake of my sanity) sounds British. But wait, that can’t be too far-fetched because the British did colonize India, just like 90% of the rest of the world. Sometimes, I really do wonder what do the Brits actually study in History, huh? Because the deeds are not something to be proud of, really.

But anyways, Fritz was obsessed with red velvet cake, probably because he had never had it. England had recently developed this supposedly amazing cake which his aunt Fanta always sent him pictures off. Their names are a bit fruity. I don’t want anybody searching up shit and trying to discredit my imagination with your dumb facts, okay. Facts are b o r I n g I don’t care if red velvet was discovered in 2nd CE or if it was not even discovered in England, if I say that it was discovered in England then it was.

But anyways, Fritz also liked the Monkey King, you know, where there is a monk who wants to redeem everyone but has sketchy methods, there’s a monkey/human hybrid a pig/human hybrid and a …../human hybrid (Fritz is yet to understand the species, but stay tuned and press the subscribe button to never miss an…) He was a horrible monarch as previously stated but he was horrible in a different way. In his kingdom, the televisions were allowed only to play these movies. Yeah, suffer.

But anyways, tune in next day for the actual story because right now I’m exhausted and I’ve used up all my imagination and motivation.

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Jamie is our food inspo (and other accidents and mishaps)

(Person A after cleaning the disaster in their kitchen when their spouse, Person B had tried cooking)

Person B: But Jamie made it look so easy!

Person A: It’s because he was Jamie! He’s a chef for god’s sake!

Person B: But it was just five ingredients and was supposed to be quick and easy, how did… I followed all his instructions though!

Person A: Let’s refrain from taking inspiration from Jamie or Gordon. Let’s just stick to my cooking or KFC, babe.

Person B: Jamie is rigged.

A/N: Tag me if you use this.

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The Nightingale

The Hero huffed loudly as the Villain blocked their fist one more time. Hero hated fighting this Villain but the organization did not budge from their decision of sending them to tackle this…this buffoon.

It has been a few weeks but Hero noticed that the stealthy Villain had stopped fighting them. They just defended themselves, sometimes even took the occasional punch from their enemy and the enemy being the Hero- was pissed.

“Why don’t you fight, huh?” The Hero shook off the Villain and took a few steps back to observe the brunette who grinned victoriously at them. They did not actually win anything but it still looked as if the Villain was basking in the glory of a victory.

“Hero, you never said that you sang? Why waste our time, fighting when we can hear your beautiful voice. Is that why you call yourself ‘the nightingale’?” The Villain dusted the top of a large can with their hands and sat on it, turning to face the gaping Hero.

“W-what are you talking about? I don’t sing.” The Hero thought about all the ways a person can detect lies by observing the behavior. Their motive was to act completely opposite.

“Ah, don’t lie, Hero. I saw this Thursday, you were singing in that Italian restaurant, weren’t you? You wore a blue suit and gold earrings. Not bad, Hero.” The Villain cracked his knuckles and smiled teasingly. The Hero did look very good, so good that they wanted to take them on a date but that could have been a thought to entertain if the singer was not Hero.

“Now come on, Hero, sing a song for me so that I can go and diffuse that bomb in that same Italian restaurant. Wouldn’t want your lovely people to die, would you? Heard the owner’s little daughter would recite poems. So cute. Wouldn’t want her to die, would you?”

Nevertheless, the Villain went home with a bruised body and a satisfied ego.

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Ah, Not Your Type Of Villain

The Hero’s favorite subject was English but it was also something which they hated. They hated it because the Villain kept passing unnecessary comments all throughout the lecture. He was not someone you can call evil, well not in the sense of an actual, scheming, evil villain, but every story needs a protagonist, so Hero wanted this obnoxious, arrogant and useless guy to be the Villain of their story.

“You know where your pants would look good? On my floor.” The Villain sleazily smirked as they inched their chair and desk silently towards Hero’s. The smile was exactly the one you would see in bars from old men who would try to pick up girls who can be their daughter. Today was especially bad because the Villain would shut up for approximately two minutes after being glared at by the Hero, before yapping away.

“And you know where my shoe would look good? Slammed on your face.” The hero remarked angrily before turning their attention back to the class.

“You should lose the attitude darling; it might get you places but not in a man’s arms.” The Villain tutted.

“Who said I need to be in a man’s arms?” The Hero remarked angrily.

“Oh, come on, you know what you need, a strong man, like myself, to help you.” The Villain grinned.

What did you think, huh? That the guy will actually be good like fiction stories and have amazing upright morals but a twisted way of showing it? Get out of your fantasy. There’s a reason why the Hero considers them a Villain.

“Oh, what are you going to help me with, huh? And you would surely want something in return, right?” The Hero was seething inside but managed to put on a sickeningly, sugary smile.

The Villain turned his full body towards the Hero, now that he had gotten his crush’s attention. Never mind that they are in a class and the professor might notice but the Villain did not care. He wanted to impress his crush but he made a mistake. He opened his mouth to do that.

“Well, I would love it if you can cook for me, help me in some household work, take care of me, after all you will be my lover, I would want emotional support-”

“So, you want a mom?”

“Huh? What?”

“What else, someone who does all your chores and takes care of you, I didn’t know that you were such a mama’s boy!” The Hero giggled lightly but had already beaten the misogynist in their imagination. They could practically feel the tides of toxic masculinity rise around the Villain as he straightened up while the words registered.

“Just step out, I’ll show you who’s a mam’s boy.”

“Pathetic that the only way you can show your ‘supposed masculinity’ is by beating up someone.”

Nevertheless, Mama’s boy, a.k.a Villain had to go to his real mama for the wounds inflicted on him and his ego.

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Indian Aesthetic from India’s music: The queen of the village

::: The sounds of a folk song drifting from an unknown location, making everyone pause, even the punk rock teen. Just to hear the sweet tune for a few more seconds.

::: The distinctive crunch of the Jalebi and the pleased smile as the warmth of the sweet settles in your taste buds.

::: The sweet sounds of the payal as some women goes by. Following popular myths, is she your soulmate and the little bells tinkering signify so? Or is it just an accessory worn by women for over many centuries?

::: The color red and the dusky brown skin. Doesn’t it depict the sunset perfectly? The red lehengas with silver jewelry, running through corridors of abandoned and haunted palaces. It’s scary but not for her, because she is the Rani of the palace.

A/n: I imagined Nora Fatehi a lot, especially for the third and fourth description because the styling for ‘Chor Denge’ by Parampara Tandon did have her in such aesthetics in certain dance sequences.

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#1

“I-I need to get back.” The Hero muttered suddenly as the nearby clock came into their video. They started gathering all their pens and papers, messily, a little shaky as they tried to shove everything in their bag.

The Villain looked up a little disappointed, a little concerned at the sudden change in the hero’s demeanor. They would be lying to themselves if they say that they did not like the Hero’s company.

The tense silence was broken by a loud ring of the hero’s phone. Villain’s eyes scrunched up in concern when they noticed the hero shaking as they looked at the name displayed on the caller ID. What worried the Villain more was when they noticed the block letters saying ‘MENTOR’ on the screen.

A/n: I might do some more parts or maybe it can be a standalone? Let’s see.

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A LITTLE SERIES: Ep.1: Memories Come Back

[Caution: Contains graphic mentions of torture.]

“Is that all you’ve got? So much for being the nation’s superhero, huh?” The Hero heard the Villain’s taunts but could not make themselves care about any of their words. To be honest, the work-out session which the organization made them do this morning was something which they’ve never done.

Their head throbbed and they wanted to sink on the ground and rest right there. But the Hero knows that the effort will be futile. The session was so intense that they still felt as if they were in that machine and reliving those nightmarish moments of their life. Their sleep is sure to be plagued by demons and screams.

They were brought out of their thoughts when a harsh punch landed on their jaw. They stumbled back before losing balance and falling straight on the ground with a loud thud.

“Seriously, Hero, I loved fighting with you,” Villain sneered. “You seem to get worse and you’re also no fun these days. I kept you alive because I actually felt challenged but now, I just feel that I’m disrespecting myself by fighting with you. What’s wrong with you?”

The hero gulped a little when they felt the Villain near them. They wanted to get away but it felt as if someone was still plunging their head in and out of water of varying temperatures. They could still feel the electric shocks which straightened their body hair and left a painful feeling all over. They felt the memories burn into their eyelids as the burning sear of the fire spread all over their body, the stinging whiplashes and the blood dripping down their back. They heard the screams of their siblings as they got torn apart by the vicious dogs and amidst all the chaos a voice called out to them, frantic and nervous.

“Hero? God, what happened to you? Oh my, Hero, can you hear me, Hero, Hero?”

A/N: I started this small mini thing which I don’t know whether I will continue or not because I don’t have much planned about this but oh well! this is the story for all my works.

Thank You for reading.