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Ok so now let’s talk about this movie.
I just wasn’t into the rap battles so I skipped them since they became a bit repetitive. BUT I actually really liked the movie and it’s quite realistic. It’s not new at all (from 2019) but I just watched it and the cinematography is lowkey peak. The acting done by genuinely every single person is really great too. Don’t come for me but Alia did great… I actually felt really sad seeing her situation😭. I also think Ranveer was perfect for this role because he carried himself in a way… things that are usually a bit corny or awkward just seemed cool and normal because of him and his energy. Ofc Ranveer always looks really good but can we talk about his hair?! At the end of the edit, he genuinely looks like Flynn Rider especially with that shirt. He’s just so good looking (he’s why I started watching the movie).🫰
Ok now I REALLY want to rant about their toxic relationship. These are all just my opinions btw. I also want to know your thoughts and feelings. There will be spoilers below! ⚠️
Ik Safeena is lowkey crazy and took things too far but I can’t get over the fact that Murad isn’t portrayed as even somewhat toxic. Maybe I’m overthinking it but she was shown as a villain while no one really addressed his actions. He literally cheated and then lied to her about where he was and refused to admit his mistake when she asked. She always took the first steps. And she called him after hurting Sky. I don’t think he would’ve talked to her if she hadn’t stepped forward. He only admitted to cheating and apologized to her when she was about to get married to another guy. I just don’t see how that counts as a happy ending.
She literally supported him so much and gave him her iPad and time. Ik that sounds a bit stupid but the iPad is a big deal to me. She lied to her parents multiple times for him. And he isn’t shown giving her anything (I would’ve let something small slide too). I always just saw her yearning and it felt like he didn’t love her nearly as much as she did. What’s even worse is she had so much going for her. She was pretty, confident, hardworking, and intelligent. I was so happy seeing her start focusing on her academics. And then she got that one marriage match…
I genuinely thought she would go through with it. Not because she moved on but because she wanted to make Murad jealous. I was supporting her for one second because I wanted him to hear about this marriage from his friend and grovel so badddd. And then she opened her mouth. WHY?! It’s so sad how desperate she was. She directly brought him up. I thought she was going to be indirect and make him jealous. But nooo.🫨
Ok I was actually surprised at Murad’s reaction when his friend relayed Safeena’s threat. What’s sad is that’s the bare minimum and it was such a mild reaction. I was surprised to see him even briefly stick up for their love. What made me the most upset was when they “patched up”… She kissed him before even sorting anything out. And she didn’t even flinch to the fact that he made out with Sky. Previously, she made a big deal whenever he avoided her questions and even injured Sky. That’s why I thought she would be quite upset. She proceeds to joke about how she has a free cheating card now 🤦♀️. I had hope but ig that’s my fault.
I appreciate Sky somewhat tbh. Ok ik Sky isn’t really a girl’s girl but she tried to explain things to Safeena (something I wish Murad had done). She also backed off when he said Safeena was his childhood or smth like that. Then why did u cheat? I know Sky also messed up because she knew he was committed. But I appreciate that she backed off from him, for the good of both him and herself. I like to think that she has some self respect and that’s why she backed off….. AND I appreciate Moeen? I think that’s his name. He told Murad to stop being a coward and tell Safeena the truth. He was lowkey a chill guy… not as selfish as I thought at all.
Lastly whyyyyy do I feel like Safeena would’ve been great with the marriage alliance guy (Murad’s friend). Remember he unknowingly complimented her looks when she teased him. They seem to have a comfortable friendship and it doesn’t look like he thinks of her as Murad’s gf but more as his own friend. The night she hit Sky Safeena was just sitting there bored and he saw and asked her what excuse she told her parents. Plus during the finale rap battle, she entered and went to go stand with Murad’s friend group. And then she was smiling and gave him something like a hand grab plus high five really comfortably. They both didn’t seem like they had any weird feelings or grudge and it didn’t look like she threatened him days before. Plus, their dynamic was nice to watch, in my opinion. He got flustered after she said “you think I’m hot?”👀. And I can see why u would argue that they’re more like friends or maybe even best friends but I would have preferred their marriage (friends to lovers is great) over Murad and her as a couple.
Ok ik I’ve lowkey been grilling Murad a bit too much. Everything I’ve said obviously doesn’t justify Safeena’s actions. But I think they’re equally toxic. She’s more physically toxic while he’s emotionally. The worstttt part is I thought they were so cute in the first half. Their eye contact itself was so romantic. I think they were more natural together here instead of how they were as Rocky and Rani. Even so, the cheating ruined everything for me. I thought he would stop at one kiss but he took a second and then started to full on makeout with Sky. 😭😭
Side Note: If you couldn’t tell by now, I get upset when one side loves or yearns a lot and the other side barely even cares. Thats why I don’t like certain, not all, kdramas or cdramas just ones where “he fell and fell harder” because it shows their continuous efforts in a relationship and the fl is just like yea sure wtv.
But I still really liked this movie overall. This also isn’t really a negative aspect. I mean it was still interesting seeing how the relationship played out. I’m glad it wasn’t an unrealistic fairytale but I just had an insane urge to rant about this and discuss it with u guys! So, tell me what u agree with or disagree with.
Please reblog, like, comment or follow if u enjoyed my edit or even my rant. Also please drop some suggestions of what to edit next or tell me what song I should use! Lastly, I talked about taglists at the top so read that if u forgot how they work.
I know this was a long yap… if u made it this far, thank you!!!!! 🫵🫰😘
Synopsis : You insulted the Andheri Raja, not knowing he's one of the most notorious dons in Mumbai. It didn't matter to you, though. He was a bitch and he deserved all that. But now you're all he can think of?
Pairing : Raju Bhai x Fem!Reader
Movie : Anjaan (2014)
A/n : idek what to put here 🫠 enjoy the fic gaizzzz
Warnings : RAJU BHAI BEING HEAD OVER HEELS 🥰 cuteness overload, beware!! Maybe a lil bit of making out 😜
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Raju stared at the girl in shock, his eyes wide.
You spat, directing it near his shoe. "Don't you know how to drive?! Dimaag nahi hai kya?!"
He blinked, snapping out of his trance. "Loosu," he muttered under his breath, but you heard it.
"Oho, tamil-a?" You paused, staring at him head to toe. "Kannu enna pinnaadiya iruku ungaluku?! Arivu-kettavanae!" ("Are your eyes on the back of your head?! Idiot!")
You whipped around, getting onto your scooty before driving off. Raju's eyes were fixated on you until you disappeared.
His men were talking about how he should've argued back, but Raju didn't pay attention to that.
"Loosu ponnu," he kept on repeating.
Chandru noticed how Raju would often be distracted during important meetings. That's when Chandru got to know from their men that Raju got insulted by a girl for the first time in his life.
Raju glared at Chandru who had been laughing for the past five minutes. "It's not funny."
"It kind of is, Raju," Chandru said, clutching his stomach before laughing again.
Raju smacked the back of Chandru's head, a soft smile tugging at his lips despite himself.
He couldn't stop thinking about her for the whole night.
Raju got notified by his men that their rival gang members were in their area and disrupting it, and as soon as he heard it, he went to check it out.
That's when he saw you, arguing with a few men.
Not just any men, his rival gang members.
He was about to intervene until you slapped one of the guys, and damn was that slap hard.
"Tu meri behen ko chhedega? Tujhe pata hai main kaun hoon?! Tu Thanjavur jaanta hai? Wahaan jaake poochon, ki Selvaraj ki beti kaun hai. Tab jaanega tu." ("You'll grope my sister? Do you know who I am?! Have you heard of Thanjavur? Go ask there, ask who is Selvaraj's daughter. Then you'll get to know who I am.")
You shouted at the man. Just as you were about to turn and leave with your sister, the man grabbed your hair and pulled you back.
Thud!
The guy fell to the ground, Raju standing over him. You stared at Raju in shock as he continued beating up the other men.
After he was done, he straightened his jacket, dusting it off before turning around to face you. "Unaku enna loosu-di?" ("Are you crazy, girl?")
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest,
He ignored your reaction, continuing, "Indha maadri local rowdy-nga-kitta vambu vacha enna aagum-nu arivu irukka unaku?!" ("Do you have the brains to know what will happen if you pick fights with local rowdies like him?!")
You raised your hand, pointing it at him. "Dei! Poda! Ennai paarthukka enaku nallaavae theriyum!" ("Hey! Get lost! I know how to take care of myself!")
Raju clenched his jaw, his eyes flickering toward your younger sister who was hiding behind you. "Unakku-thaan bayam-illai, at least un thangachiyai-yaavadhu ippadi aabathula maatta vaikkama iru-di." ("You clearly don't have fear, at least don't get your younger sister into such trouble.")
Raju turned to leave, but you exclaimed, "Un peru enna?!" ("What's your name?!")
Raju tried not to smile. He looked over his shoulder. "Raju."
Over time, you and Raju began meeting coincidentally. One day, Raju tried making a move by approaching you at the mall.
He wasn't standing straight, he kept on shifting his weight from one foot to another, and as soon as he made eye contact with you, words didn't feel like leaving his mouth.
He stammered, "Uhm... Ennaku... Uh..."
You hid your smirk, analyzing his body language. "Konjam confidence-ah varavachukko-pa, nee Andheri Raja-nu la nenachaen?" ("Gain some confidence man, I thought you were the Andheri Raja?")
Raju swore under his breath, making you chuckle. "Just act like yourself, and you might just sweep me off of my feet," you said, giving him a smile before walking away.
Chandru felt like laughing hard as he helped Raju climb up the wall, just to get into your balcony.
Once Raju got in, Chandru gave him a thumbs up before going to wait in the car. Raju knocked on your balcony door, and as soon as you saw who it was, you gasped, and pulled him inside, making sure nobody outside saw him.
You turned, demanding an explanation. "What are you doing?! What if someone had saw you?!"
He didn't care, instead, he pulled you into his arms, holding you by your waist. You exhaled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "What do I do with you?"
He shrugged. All he cared was being around you. His eyes met yours, and the tension was palpable.
You thought Raju would kiss you. He didn't. He was too scared. So you pecked him on the lips before pulling back, smiling at him.
His mouth was agape, and he was baffled. Then, he leaned down and captured your lips in a deeper kiss, his hands coming up to cup your face as his tongue slid into your mouth.
Your hands explored his torso as they snaked up inside his shirt. You felt his abs beneath your palms, and he let out a groan.
He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
HAPPY PRIDE!!! i was thinking of doing a set for suriya's more queer coded chars, and it's def these 4; chandru, friends (2001) // gautham, mounam pesiyadhe (2002) // raju, anjaan (2014) // athreya, 24 (2016)
i don't base these off nothing, obviously, all these come about from a lot of the subtext in the writing and fun discussions with fellow-minded queer suriya fans who like prodding into his filmography. chandru in friends is possibly one of the messiest, jealous bi polycule reads on film, he was totally insane in that with how irritated he got whenever aravind flirts with anyone. gautham from mp reads super ace and gay with the constant exposition from text itself saying he's just not interested in women, and it's almost a film about gaslighting yourself into settling for a heteronormative life just cos you think someone else is in love with you. raju in anjaan, another fun bi polycule that is also supported from the text itself during that eyebrow-raising roadside scene where the 3 of them sit down, and samantha's char openly tells them to get a room with a gay joke, which they don't deny or brush off at all. and finally, of course, athreya and mithran in 24 are clearly nuts since his ''henchman'' has no reason to be doing all that for years staying by his side through a decades-long coma, with even suriya himself in interviews pre-release saying they were like a married couple and were soulmates (literal: he said this), so i think that he definitely played into an almost romantic angle with them
and this is not including some others i've seen talked about, such as sakthi in pithamagan (he tattoos chittan's name over his heart!!), or another i feel has queer undertones, too, in rakta charitra 2, where the dude opposite him falls for suriya's char way too fast even though he has no other motive on his part, and is ready to give up his life for him.
i wish at some point, we can see suriya play an actual explicit queer char, it's been something we've been yearning for so long and realising more and more how behind the tamil industry is behind our neighbours such as malayalam, where they've not just had multiple queer films, but prominent actors playing those roles (mammoothy, prithvi, nivin...). this is one aspect we are still so regressive in, no matter how much we boast about progressiveness in caste, religion, or the feminist lens. queer people still remain invisible, with no outlet in kollywood, not even in bad films. i still believe suriya is a man who would be capable of bringing something to life, and is someone who would be open to it if the right script comes by. it would mean a lot to see my favourite actor do a queer film i can cherish for the rest of my life. it doesn't necessarily have to be happy or preachy, but just anything at this point, i would love to see him in
also, bonus something from a little character named rolex....
...just cos i've seen this character spawn multiple fanfics and imaginations from this scene alone! a lot of people did think this was very sexually charged lol. his impact >>>
Not just because it's animalistic — but because in this position he doesn't have to look at you. Easier to pretend you're nothing when he can't see your face. He can watch the way your spine dips under his palm, the way he sinks into you with a loud — squelch!— of your puffy cunt.
He's got you bent over the wooden table of his warehouse, his bloodied butcher knife right beside your trembling hands that clutched the edges desperately.
"Look at you.." His voice came out as a heated growl, his pupils blown out wide as his gaze landed on your slick coated folds — you're always slick for him, traitor body that it is. He splits you open slow, watches the way your pussy grips him like it's trying to keep him there. Pink and swollen and stretched around his width. He watches himself disappear into you, watches the ring of wetness coat his shaft when he pulls back out.
"Fuckin' soaked down here.. will never ever get enough of this shit — fuck —.."
He sets a rhythm that's all his. Deep and deliberate, the kind of fucking that means something. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. He pulls out again, until only the tip catches on your entrance, then slams back in.
He watches his cock slide in and out of you, glistening now, your slick mixed with his own cum, coating his thighs. A low growl escaped his lips on how good you look like this — on your elbows, ass up, taking everything he gives you.
how he could do this for hours and how he has.
And then he grips your throat from behind, pulls your back against his chest, and he reaches around, fingers finding where you're stretched around him, rubbing tight circles over your swollen clit to pull that orgasm from you again.
"Unna ipidiyey vechukuren.. love seein' you fall apart on my cock..'
And he bites down on your hickey littered neck with a muffled growl mixed with a groan, just as he comes again, filling you up once more.
Yeah.. he's never forgetting this position anytime soon.
The deep, familiar timbre rolled through, warm enough to make your shoulders loosen before you even turned. A tiny frown tugged at your lips as you looked over your shoulder, only to find Him already watching you.
Saravanan stood a few feet away, dressed in his usual white lawyer shirt whose sleeves were lazily folded to his forearms. His his eyes that always undid you raked over you currently. Dark. Intense.
Ancient somehow.
One eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, amusement dancing beneath heavy lids.
You mirrored the expression with one of your own.
"Yen sir? Ungaluku illaya?"
(Why? Don't you?)
A breathy chuckle escaped him.
"Apdi illa..." he drawled, shoving one hand into his pocket as he strolled closer. "Neenga adikadi court-ku vandha inga varinga... illa na avaroda koil-ku poringa... padayal panringa... kula deivam naala ya?"
(It's not that... Every time you come to court, you either end up here or at his temple. You even bring offerings. Is he your family deity?)
You didn't answer immediately.
Your folded hands remained pressed together before the towering idol of Vettai Karuppasami. Only one eyebrow arched higher as you slowly turned your head towards him.
"...Idhellam unnaku epdi theriyum?"
(How do you know all this?)
He froze.
Oh heavens.
His expression froze, the teasing glint disappearing almost instantly. His eyes widened just enough to betray surprise before His lips parted.
Did He really blurt that out loud? He almost had to close His eyes in embarrassment.
Damn.
Two people knew who he was already. Baby Kannan already knew. Challenged him even. Preethi knew.
But you...
No.
Not you.
Not yet.
"Preethi sonna."
(Preethi told me.)
the excuse left Him quicker than He'd intended.
He cleared his throat, fingers absentmindedly straightening the collar of his shirt despite it sitting perfectly against His neck. His gaze slid away for a brief second before returning to you with practiced ease.
You frowned. "Pree..." The name lingered unfinished on your tongue. Yet after a moment, you simply shook your head and turned back toward the deity instead.
He exhaled so quietly it almost disappeared beneath the rustling neem leaves above the statue. Your voice, when it came again, was softer, almost reverent and His attention drifted back to you.
"Kula deivam nu mattum illa..." Your eyes rested on the feet of the deity where the offerings lay neatly arranged.
A folded betel leaf.
A bottle of arrack.
Beedi.
Everything He loved.
Everything He accepted.
"Avara kumbuduna..." Your fingers unconsciously tightened together. "Oru paadhugaapu irukura maari irukkum... edhu vena modhi paakalaam nu oru dhairyam varum... en nizhala pakkathula irupparu nu oru nambikkai."
(When I pray to him… it feels like I'm protected. Like I could face anything. Like… no matter where I go… I have this confidence that he'll always walk beside as my shadow.)
As though your words themselves had summoned Him, your gaze drifted to the stone floor where an impossible shadow stretched behind you—broad shoulders, one hand resting on a hip, mid length hair stirring in a breeze that did not exist, the silhouette of flowing cloth shifting against the ground. No one stood there. Yet it lingered for a heartbeat before vanishing, leaving only a strange warmth blooming quietly inside your chest.
Delusional.
...yet comforting.
The corners of your lips softened before you crouched down, collecting a pinch of cool vibuthi between your fingers. You pressed it gently onto your forehead before dipping your ring finger into the sacred ash once again.
When you turned around, Saravanan was already looking at you. Not playfully. Not curiously. Simply… looking. His eyes met yours with such unwavering steadiness that your footsteps slowed on their own. There was something almost magnetic about His gaze, something that held yours without force, as though He already knew you wouldn't look away.
As you walked closer, His eyes softened, the usual sharpness melting into quiet affection that lingered over every feature of your face. His gaze dipped briefly to the streak of sacred ash adorning your forehead before returning to your eyes, where it remained impossibly gentle.
You stopped only a breath away from Him. He didn't step back. Instead, he inclined his head ever so slightly, silently inviting your touch. Your fingers brushed his forehead, leaving a streak of cool white vibuthi against warm skin, and for a fleeting moment your fingertips lingered there.
His lashes fluttered only after your hand withdrew, yet His gaze refused to leave yours, holding onto your eyes as though they alone deserved His full attention. Rising onto your toes, you leaned close enough for your breath to graze His skin as you gently blew away the excess powder.
The distance between your faces became so small you could see the amber temple flames reflected in His pupils.
And for the briefest second, they looked less like a man's eyes and more like something ancient watching you with quiet, unwavering devotion.
"Unnaku sonna puriyadhu..."
(You won't understand.)
you murmured before adding, "Oru thadava vendi paaru... nalla balan kedaikkum."
(Pray just once… You'll receive good blessings)
Then, without another glance, you turned and walked away. He watched until your figure disappeared beyond the temple entrance, a fond smile slowly finding its way onto his lips. Only after you were gone did He turn towards the deity standing before Him—His own form cast in stone. His gaze dropped to the offerings at the idol's feet, lingering on the beedi you had left with such innocent faith.
A quiet chuckle escaped Him as He bent to pick it up, rolling it between His fingers before it lit itself with nothing more than a faint flick of his eye. Smoke curled lazily from his lips as he took a slow drag,His eyes never leaving the path you had taken.
If only you knew; should the world ever dare reach for you, it would have to go through its own lord first.
Maybe the mortal world wouldn't be just about defeating baby kannan after all..
Firstly, your fics are soooo 😍😍 I love them all!!!! Thank you for writing it all!
Secondly, can you pls write something for DQ characters Arjun (from Bangalore days), or Sidhu (from Kali) ?? Totally fine if u don't write it...
Also I'd loveeee loveee if u decide to write something for Vaaranam aayiram Suriya or Saamy Vikram( vikram as aarusaamy>>>>>>)
Hope you have a good day/night Okie byeeee
Love ya <3333333
HIII LOVEEEE
Omg yessss out of all these I guess I'll make two different oneshots based on Arjun from Banglore Days and Suriya from Vaaranam Aayiram. Which one do you want, tho? Suriya as Surya or Krishna?
Do u take Dulquer salmaan request if so can u please make one for ram (sita ramam)🤭😫
in a world full of boys he's a, gentleman
Title : In A World Full Of Boys He's A, Gentleman (From "Slut!" By Talyor Swift)
Synopsis : You approach a soldier, thinking he visited your brothel for pleasure. But once you notice he's flustered, something in you warms up, and you resort to having a conversation with him, not realizing that he would be the one you were waiting for after all these years.
Pairing : Ram x Fem!Reader
Movie : Sita Ramam (2020)
A/n : Thank you @dellu4u for this req! Ram is too cute to not write for 😭 I love him so much it's not even a joke 🥲🥀 hope you enjoy! dialogues will be in english because idk which language to translate it to (I'm confused between telugu Or tamil and translating is a huge task)
Warnings : Nothing much, mentions of sexual content, 16+
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Ram tensed, sitting up straight on the couch. He was on his leave, and his friend dragged him to a brothel.
Ram didn't know what to do. His friend had just abandoned him.
"Hey, cutie. Are you the one who asked for Y/N?"
A lady came up to Ram, and stroked his cheek. Ram shook his head, and the lady walked away as you asked her to.
You sat beside Ram. "Uh, your friend over there told me you asked for me tonight?"
Ram gave you a respectful smile. "I'm so sorry ma'am, but I am not looking for pleasure here. My friend dragged me here, and I have no choice."
You scrutinized him, before propping one leg up on the couch. "You know my name. May I know yours, gentleman?"
His cheeks flushed at being called "gentleman".
"My name is Ram."
"Ram what?"
His expression changed, and he exhaled, managing a weak smile. "I am an orphan, and my only parent is my mother India, whom I serve."
His words piqued your interest. You tilted your head, admiring him. "Ah, soldier?"
He nodded.
You hugged your knees together, staring at him. He turned to face you, raising a brow. "You didn't tell me much of yourself, miss."
You blinked in confusion. No one ever asked that before. You exhaled, preparing an answer.
"What's there to say? People come in here believing every woman here is a slut. They never bother to ask what our stories are, where we are from, what we like to do."
He listened intently to each and every word. "How do you leave this place?"
"I don't."
Ram frowned at your response. You let out a dry chuckle. "I can. If a man pays the brothel and buys me out."
Ram nodded, looking away. He wondered how much it would take to buy you out.
"10,000 rupees."
You answered, as though you knew what he was thinking. Ram gasped. That was almost his salary of two months.
"That's... A lot."
You nodded. "I am a high ranking prostitute."
Ram's friend walked up to him, fixing his belt. "Man, you should've had some fun too. Let's go?"
Ram nodded. He stood up, looking over his shoulder at you. You gave him a brief smile, waving your hand.
Ram looked at his friend who was walking out of the door, before turning back to you.
"Uhm... Are you free tomorrow? If so, could you meet me near the huge clock tower?"
He asked, raising his eyebrows hopefully.
You blinked, thinking about it.
"It's totally fine if you-"
"I'll be there by 10 AM sharp."
At your response, he let out a short chuckle, and smiled at you. You tried not to smile, but he was too cute.
He walked toward the door, turning over his shoulder briefly to glance at you.
"It's not a date-"
"It's a date!"
You rolled your eyes, fixing your makeup while Archana kept blabbering on about how happy she is for you.
You looked at yourself once more in the mirror. Pastel pink blouse with puff sleeves and a baby blue saree with your hair open in waves. Something was missing.
Ah.
You put a bindi on, smiling at yourself in the mirror. Men who visited you always asked you not to put a bindi on. You had to listen to them.
How else would you survive in this pathetic world?
Ram tapped his foot impatiently, glancing at the giant clock with every passing minute. He looked around, and that's when his gaze fell upon you.
You walked over to him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. It was as though he was staring at the most beautiful woman in the universe. He felt as if the air was knocked out of his lungs.
You raised your eyebrows, and he shrugged, shaking his head with a laugh.
"So, why'd you ask me to meet you here?"
You asked, tilting your head to the side.
He cleared his throat. "I have nothing to lose so I will be very frank. I'm interested in you, and I don't care that you are a prostitute. There would be a reason why you chose this path, and maybe you had no choice. I don't care. You are such an interesting person and it hurts to see that these pathetic men that visit you don't even explore that side of you."
He paused, catching his breath before continuing, "If your answer is a no, you can walk away. If it's a yes, walk with me and we'll spend the day together. I want to know more about you and your interests. I have nobody in this world, and I want you to be my somebody."
He stopped talking, gulping nervously. You stared at him in utter shock.
Nobody ever talked to you like that. No man ever has.
You smiled, before patting his shoulder. "Lead the way."
A huge smile appeared on his face, and he began walking toward a chai shop.
"And then she put too much powder and Archana came out looking like a ghost!" You exclaimed, laughing, almost doubling over before Ram caught you.
The two of you just spent the day together, and it was the best day of your life. He walked with you until you reached your brothel.
You were about to go inside, but you turned around and strutted to him, gathering your courage before planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
You pulled back, hoping that he wouldn't be disgusted. Instead, he was smiling ear to ear, red as a tomato.
"Thank you, Ram."
You walked in, closing the door behind you.
Ram began dancing in excitement, before touching his cheek tenderly.
"Yashu! Where are yo-" You paused, taking in the sight before you.
Ram was asleep, along with your three year old daughter Yashna. You just woke up, getting ready to go to your dance school that you had opened recently, and you had a dream.
It was a lovely dream, because everything that had happened was real. You thought about how Ram saved his two months' salary and helped you out of the brothel, and how the two of you got married.
How Yashna was born.
You planted a soft kiss on both of them, trying hard not to wake them up.
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