I love old bollywood movies yes they had a lot of propoganda cause of Dawood and stuff but damn if they didnāt have aesthetic and good stories and character and nuance
today marks one year of the Pahalgam terrorist attacks.
may every hindu never forget the loss of innocent lives, the brutal violence committed in the name of religion, and the sufferings of the loved ones left behind. may india continue to protect herself from her enemies. may their memories be as everlasting as the sindoor they left behind. may we never, ever forgive what transpired in its aftermath as well. death to all terrorists and terrorist backed regime states.
two years. TWO YEARS on this app and I just found out desiblr is actually a thing that exists š did y'all have a secret group chat without me?? where was I?? reblog or like to be mutuals, I am desperately clinging to my people
the blatant use of ai in dhurandhar fics in Wattpad is so baffling to me. what the fuck are we doing. every other fic i come across is just AI with some changes to make it seem human
what's wrong babe you've barely touched your potential even though all your elementary teachers really liked you and said you were gifted and that you were going to do great things
Summary: The story of Rehman and his childhood love, or rather how he lost it.
Warnings: angsty, guns, smoking, canon typical violence, etc.
A/N: I don't speak Urdu so it's mostly just a mix of that and Hindi. Translations are provided, but conversations are in Hindi/Urdu.
Disclaimer: This is only in respect to the 2025 movie Dhurandhar and its characters, not any real life people.
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Rehman made his way to your house the next day again, sitting in the hall with your mother and uncle as you watch from behind the screen between the rooms. You couldnāt go face to face with him.
āAgar aapko koi bhi zaroorat ho, Uzair ka number toh hai hi, phir bhi kuch lage toh seedha mujhe bata dena.ā He says to your mother. (If you need anything, you have Uzair's number, still if you need anything then tell me directly.)
āY/n! Bahar aao.ā Your uncle calls for you assertively. (Come outside)
You enter the room reluctantly, giving Rehman a little greeting as you stand beside your mother.
āRehman bhai tumhare baare mein puch rahe the,ā she tells you as you nod. (He was asking about you.)
His eyes linger on you, waiting for you to speak. āMain theek hu,ā you say softly, not wanting to talk to him too much. (Iām alright)
He nods, āaccha hai, aapki ammi ke pass mera number hai abh, call karna.ā His words are inviting, and hopeful. (Good, your mother has my number now, call me.)
āZaroorat hogi toh kar lugi,ā you say, dipping your head and leave the room. (Iāll call if needed.)
He watches you walk away, his heart dropping to his stomach. He takes his leave, standing below your balcony as he lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag.
āGandi aadat pakad li,ā you say from upstairs, his eyes flicker up and a small smile tugs at his lips. (Youāve taken up a bad habit)
āBas, lag gayi abh,ā he says in response, but he throws it to the ground anyway, snubbing it out. (Just happened. What can I do now?)
āHm, bohot saari lag gayi shayad,ā you lean on the railing. (Seems like youāve taken a few.)
āTumhari yaad mei ho hi gaya, aur kuch sooja hi nahi,ā he says, his words heavy. (Your absence made me do all that, I couldnāt think of anything else.)
You shake your head, āmera naam mat lagao, khud ye raasta pakda haiā you scoff, angry at his implication. (Donāt blame it on me. You chose this path yourself.)
Rehman nods, ākal main tumhara wahin intzaar karunga, aogi?ā (If Iāll wait for you in the same place tomorrow, will you come?ā
Your heart skips, āwada nahi kar sakti,ā your words are calculated, not wanting to give him false hope. (I canāt promise anything)
He nods and walks off, waving at you, leaving you to toss and turn in your bed the whole night, contemplating whether to go meet him or not.
By the time you decide, itās already half an hour after what time you used to meet. But you make your way to the bridge anyway, a sense relief flooding your body when you see him still waiting.
The canal is dry, perhaps itās a bit of a reflection to the both of you as well, the rough years getting to it, leaving only a small stream of hope flowing by.
Rehman smiles as you approach him, you return it with a reluctant smile of your own. āMujhe laga late ho gayi, toh chale gaye hogeā (I thought youād be gone by now because Iām late)
āTumhare liye toh aur paach saal ruk jata,ā he says, your heart breaking. (Iād wait another five years for you.)
āLaga toh nahi ki tum intzaar kar rahe the paanch saal, itne bade aadmi ban gaye ho.ā (Doesnāt seem to me like you waited, youāve become such a big man)
āHalat kharab ho gaye the, jaise guzara kar paya, kar liya.ā He sighs. (The situation was so bad, I had to do what I did)
āHalat ke saath khoon bhi karne lag gaye?ā Your words are bitter, but itās to cover up the pain. (Situations made you commit murders?)
Rehman sighs, rubbing his eyes. He doesnāt have an answer to that. He knows heās done too many things wrong to make up for it with a few words.
He digs into his pockets, pulling out a small box with purple paper. He puts it out for you and you take it slowly, fingers brushing his.
Inside is a pair of pajeb, heavy and delicate at the same time. āTumhare gir gaye the na.ā He explains, making your eyebrows furrow, just as you remember the one that fell into the canal all that time ago. (Yours fell that time.)
You nod, clutching the box in your hands as you look up at him, and for just a moment, you see not the gangster in front of you, but the man who used to sit with you for hours, and with that, you see a bit of hope that he still might be there.
Iāve realised Iām basically a witch- I wake up and the first thing I do is brew potions (chai), then I look at a magic mirror and talk to spirits beyond (tiktok and mumma papa- international student hoon), and after all that I look at a book of spells written in Latin and try to decipher its complex codes (law student hoon) and then I go to the brewery and imbue potions and herbs (bar ko jaake daru aur sutta)ā¦ aur teen baje so jati hoonā¦
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