21. Bengali. She/Her.
Masterlist
Siddhant Chaturvedi (Aakrosh 2010)
Piya Ke Bazaar (Smut)
Tarun Ahlawat (Drishyam 2, 2022)
Jaanam
Uzair Baloch (Dhurandhar 2025)
Ni Saiyon Asaan Naina Dey Aakhey Lagey PT 2. FINAL PART
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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if i look back, i am lost

#extradirty
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noise dept.
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Peter Solarz

Love Begins

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Kiana Khansmith

JBB: An Artblog!
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21. Bengali. She/Her.
Masterlist
Siddhant Chaturvedi (Aakrosh 2010)
Piya Ke Bazaar (Smut)
Tarun Ahlawat (Drishyam 2, 2022)
Jaanam
Uzair Baloch (Dhurandhar 2025)
Ni Saiyon Asaan Naina Dey Aakhey Lagey PT 2. FINAL PART
GUYSSSS
I am creating a taglist. I will probably be writing for beyond dhurandhar too but based in bollywood. And perhaps stuff on feluda and byomkesh. So please. Kis kisko tag hona hay?
Sends asks. Please đ
Thank god the post privately feature exists here
Wasted all my internet on this fuck ass internship session where the prof is teacjing incorrect facts and treating us like we are 2
Femme Feluda
U know how tier ranking videos were really popular a while back. I feel like some1 really needs to make a tier ranking with all of Akshayeâs characters, rating how hot each of them is.
Took me until about halfway through college before I realized âstudyâ means âplay with the material in a variety of ways until you understand itâ and not just âread the assigned chapters and do the homeworkâ and I think that probably should have been discussed at some point prior to that.
Feluda headcannons
a/n: hope I did this justice;ty @whyishekinda <33
âĄcharminarpaglu; it's not ur prodosh da unless you see the smoke rings of a cigarette escaping his lips, while he deeply ponders on a case. When you try to scold him, he smiles, and the crowfeet near his eyes, with his downturned smile makes you melt, as he adds, "Eirom shasti diyo na hiya(heart),case ta niye bhalo bhabe bibechona na korle kikore hoi boloto?" "Cha kore di darao, khali pet e esob koro na" you say, sighing, wondering how'd you even end up with your felu mittir in the first place.
âĄavid book collector, would never dare to put a flower inside, but has hoarded that one flower he tucked into your hair, the first time he asked you out on a date to Trinicas in Park Street, which with the passage of time, had dried and ended up on his fav book as a bookmark. "Boi porle tothyo r bodole sudhu tomaye mone pore eibhabe priyo", he says as he smells into the flower, a smug smile spreading at his face.
âĄIs the biggest sondeshpaglu. He even tried to make some at home with Topshe to impress you, but the jol bhora sandesh didn't come out that jol bhora. You still ate it though, for it was the effort that counts.
âĄIs a calm gentle man. Gets up everyday at 5, without fail, and chides, "kal raat e ja dhokol gelo priyo" and stretches his back, the hazy sun filtering in through the curtains in the wee hours of dawn falling on him as he subtly(and knowingly)flexed his sculpted v back, making you yearn for another dhokol for him(and you).
âĄis the most respectful, non impulsive man, except when it comes to his todonto(investigation). He's also had ur hand donned with a white string with the charm "hiya"(meaning heart) engraved on it, which he had carefully chosen from a curio shop back in Lucknow.
âĄWALKING ENCYCLOPEDIA. He pretty much knows everything and anything, ranging from Macbeth to Nihar Ranjan Ray. He loves to infodump to you as well as Topshe and Lal Mohan Babu, much to their annoyance yet happiness, for it is their favorite Felubabu/Feluda. You love the way his eyes lights up as he unlocks the last riddle, as he yells 'Eureka'. While explaining them to you, he paces up and down the room, saying, 'Isshh etokhon dhore amar chokher samnei nachchilo ei dhadhar somadhan, aar ami bokar moto..' but quickly comes before you, kneeling as u sat in the sofa in the living room, saying, "tumi chara amar ki hoto" and lightly kisses your hand, a "hopelessly in love" smile tugging at his lips.
âĄcarries a .32 colt revolver, but for the days he wanted to refine his shooting techniques, he'd use a practice pistol, or a shotgun, but the way his fingers were placed on the trigger, his eyes engrossed with the target, the way his veins popped on his years of practiced hand, on the firearm, made you feel something, different, perhaps wishing you were the gun-
âĄis like a father figure to Topshe, and the best friend to Lal Mohan Babu. He loves his family and puts them at a pedestal, which included you. A total family man, a man who'd kill if it promised your safety and wellbeing.
âĄhis love language would be gift giving and quality time. He loves to pamper you with thoughtful gifts. Maybe you had mistakenly uttered something you had wanted a long time ago, and the next day, you would find it under your pillow with a note written by him, with him always apologizing for the delay in getting it for you. "Sotti, amar chai na eta, you'd say, but his index would find ur lips, stopping you, "kintu tomar chokh toh onno kotha bolche priyo", which is another prime example of where he used his exceptional deductional qualities, somehow always knowing what you want.
âĄIs always doing khunsuti w Topshe, and riddles him on the breakfast table, saying, "mogojastro ta khata re, nahole ja gowal ghor marka budhi hoche tor, jodio tui emnitei ekta goru..." (use your brainpower Topshe, otherwise it is turning into a cowshed, although you urself quite resemble one of the cows) and thus starts their friendly fire while solving cases, eating gorom phulko luchi and alur torkari.
âĄbiggest supporter of Prokhor Rudra, aka the detective in Lal Mohan Babu's detective novels. Is always gifted with one copy of the same, but he always buys one more, unbeknownst to Lal Mohan Babu, to increase sales, and as he found out,he told Lal Mohan babu he was just checking if the publisher had erred or not, which always warmed your heart.
Pt 2?
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It's just as well that Eken Babu and Feluda don't exist in the same time period because I can guarantee you Feluda would attempt to chuck him over a cliff after the 4th time Eken Babu tried to arrange his marriage with a random woman while loudly and publicly lamenting his single-ness
Why would you hide these in the tags op
ARRANGED HUSBAND!SP ASLAM headcanons
@marlena-marlena is to blame for my sudden interest in Chaudhary Aslam sahabđ
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, absolutely based on the fictionalised version of SP Aslam from the Dhurandhar universe and is not intended to glorify the real people or the events linked with them.
Anyway, here's some basic ah hcs for arranged Husband SP Aslam.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who spends the first few months of your marriage treating you like something fragile. Not because he doesn't want you, but because he does, far more than he should. But he's thirty seven, married to a woman who is barely twenty five, and the last thing he wants is for you to feel trapped with a man like him.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who leaves the room whenever you enter it at first. Who mistakes distance for kindness, who thinks giving you space is the same thing as making you comfortable.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who tells you, "Don't feel obligated to spend time with me." And then spends the entire evening wondering why the house feels so empty.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who starts bringing home little gifts. A book from a roadside bookstore, your favorite mithai from a shop in Lyari Bazaar, a pashmina shawl, a tin of imported tea. Just random things he saw and thought you'd like, but he dare not say that.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who places them on your desk without a word. Then immediately says,"Don't expect this often." As though he isn't already planning the next gift to bring you.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who genuinely tells you he's not husband material. Who thinks he's too old, too busy and too damaged by the job. And that you absolutely deserve better.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who spends most nights away working cases. Who leaves before sunrise and comes home long after midnight. Who is married to his work almost as much as he's married to you.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who always comes home for breakfast anyway. No matter how late he slept, no matter how exhausting the case, he comes home and sits across from you, eats whatever you've made in silence, softly thanks you. And then disappears again.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who never realizes those breakfasts become your favorite part of the day. Because they're the only moments that actually feel like normal marriage.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who maintains a careful distance in bed. Always at an entire arm's length, to make you feel comfortable.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who wakes up every morning horrified to discover he's somehow crossed the gap anyway. One arm around your waist, your head tucked against his shoulder, your fingers tangled in his shirt.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who immediately moves away before you wake up. As though he committed a crime.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who is so restrained that sometimes you wonder if he even cares. Whether you're simply another responsibility or another duty and nothing more.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who accidentally destroys that theory the day you bring lunch to his task force headquarters.Because one of his officers gets a little too comfortable, a little too chatty, a little too interested in making you laugh. And suddenly the room temperature drops.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who doesn't say a word. He doesn't need to. His men are aware enough of what that stare means.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam whose men immediately begin finding very urgent reasons to be somewhere else.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who spends the rest of the afternoon glued to your side without even realizing it.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who compliments you by accident all the time. Who looks up from a file and casually says,"You look beautiful today." And then freezes, because he hadn't meant to say it out loud.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who becomes visibly embarrassed when you smile. Who suddenly finds the paperwork in front of him fascinating. Who clears his throat and refuses to make eye contact.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who never says "I love you." But he remembers your tea order, makes sure your side of the bed is warm during winter, checks whether you've locked the balcony door before sleeping, he's not a religious man but when he does pray he keeps you in it.
Arranged Husband!SP Aslam who claims he doesn't do love but still falls hopelessly in love with his wife.
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New drinking game for eldest daughters! take a shot for every time your mother chose a man over you
Wolf! Major Iqbal Headcannons
(ft. Bunny! Reader)
My second headcanon on tumblr hehe :3 , Iâve always been a fan of hybrid auâs in other fandoms (especially the smut heheheheh). So hereâs my try to incorporate it in our dhurandhar bous đŒ
Credit: @chai-ke-sath-parleg for some of them, as discussed in one of my posts comment section.
Wolf! Major Iqbal who is jaded and old from his years in the intelligence and military . Still striking nonetheless with his murderous fangs (one of them being golden) and intimidating demeanour , had ventured to the picturesque mountains of Azad Kashmir for an ISI missionâŠ.which had turned into a personal one of his own as his eyes land on Bunny! Reader â frolicking in the lush fields where eons had seen the spilling of blood from both sides. You a softening addiction and addition to the seasoned wolfâs life.
Wolf! Major Iqbal immediately takes refuge in your home, just to be closer to you. Your parents being more than happy to accommodate him as he was the communityâs Messiah. While you on the other hand try to avoid him on every turn you see his jet black wolf ears or bushy unkept tail. Finding him terrifying for your bunny self, the way he stares at you as if heâs about to devour you ⊠especially your twitchy cotton tail.
Wolf! Major Iqbal, who starts pursuing you insistentlyâ in the sense that he loves to pull your little cotton tail and pinch those adorable bunny ears to gain your attention. Of course, he knows they are sensitive. Thatâs exactly why he does it: just to see that puffed-up cheek and pout of annoyance when you shoo him away while rubbing the sore spot.
Wolf! Major Iqbal who finally makes you open up to him by playing saviour â a wolf in sheepâs clothing.
On one of the rare sunny days, you had ventured to the village market for some sweet, juicy berries, only to be chased away by rough hybrids lurking in the shadows. Your terrified squeaks and cries had alerted the watchful Major, who, in no time, ripped them to shreds.
Wolf! Major Iqbal, who, after finally gathering you into his arms, found his rough hands trembling at the feeling of something so painfully soft and innocent tucked against his chest.
You cried quietly into his strong, comforting embrace, trembling as his scent â leather, gunpowder, and expensive oud â wrapped around you like safety itself, his large hand gently petting your impossibly soft ears while murmuring reassurances under his breath.
So overwhelmed by the warmth of finally being protected, so utterly drowned in his careful gentleness, you failed to notice the dangerous glint hidden deep within his tired eyes â that quiet, possessive sort of obsession blooming as he held you closer, already unable to imagine letting you go.
Wolf! Major Iqbal whoâs territorial about your scent too. If another maleâs smell lingers on you from that day forwardâeven from a handshakeâhe drags you to the nearby stream, strips you naked, comforting you with the context itâs normal for lovers to do this, and bathes you himself. Then he scents you again, head to toe.
Wolf! Major Iqbal when the moment your eyes well up, his cock twitches. He loves how vulnerable you look, how your pouty lips quiver, how your small body shakes when youre overwhelmed. From whatever has troubled you that day. Heâll push you past your limits just to see that sweet, wet face.
Wolf! Major Iqbalâs mind goes into a haywire the first time he sees you wearing his olive-green military jacket, his breath catches in his throat and his cock thickens instantly. The worn fabric swallowing your tiny bunny frame so completely that the sleeves hang past your fingertips and the hem brushes your knees, making you look even smaller. He stalks toward you with that predatory stillness in his shoulders, ears pinned flat, dark eyes burning as he circles you slowly, taking in the way the jacket carries his scentâleather and oudâmingling with your soft, sweet bunny smell. He growls low in his chest, grabbing the lapels and yanking you against him, pressing his nose into the collar where your neck meets the fabric, inhaling deeply, almost drunkenly. He loves when you wear his clothes.
Itâs cute how clueless you are about the blood of enemies that has splattered in the olive green cloth, thinking of it as nothing but a curry stain.
Wolf! Major Iqbal who loves you being tucked against him, whether it be you sitting on his lap or spooning against him. Your warm presence a comforting rest against the cold world.
He made you sit on his lap one day, while the house was an abode of silence, your parents being out for the day in the mountains. Petting your little tail, his ears twitching in predatory excitement while you cry like the little cry bunny you are.
Your parents had made you drop out of college due to the rising tensions in your locality, you being hidden from the fact that it was the major who convinced your parents for it.
His future plans including you as his little bunny bride, decked with finery in his Clifton mansion.
Wolf! Major Iqbal who comforts by whispering filthy promises into your floppy ears: âGonna put a litter in you, little bunny. Gonna see your belly swell with my pups and bunnies.â Heâs obsessed with the fantasy of you round with his young, your nipples dark and tender, as you prepare to nurse.
Just one more day, and heâll ask your parents for your hand. They will be elated to hear his proposal. After allâŠhe is a Major and you? A dumb little bunny.
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idk how to explain this but his fingers are moulded for [redacted], feeling his thick digits deep inside my [redacted] oh yeah.... and those veiny godly hands ?? they pin me up while he [redacted] his cock in me
Cc - _akshaye.khanna
being sad and horny is a privilege
Oh shit I just realized I can post the "Gaussian Blur Wizard That Gaussian Blurs You" here
his friend "Motion Blur Mage That Motion Blurs You"
Their long suffering associate, the "Sharpen Cleric that Sharpens you (badly)"
Nooo!!! What have you all unleashed upon us!?!
dont forget the chromatic abberation warlock that chromatically abberates you
may I add Mystic Mosiac who turns your quality waaaaaaay down
What did he do to deserve this
punished by the council
FOOLS!!!! YOU ARE ALL NOTHING BENEATH THE MIGHTY POWER OF MY JPEG ARTIFACT
Ni Saiyon Asaan Naina Dey Aakhey Lagey (Final Part)
Uzair Baloch (Dhurandhar) X Fem Reader
Pt 2