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im just so..

now i feel sick all over again

#i literally threw up this morning cant life give me a fuckin break

time 2 die frands

thekrishmalhotra:

oh krish had a lot of ideas when it came to planning his radha’s birthday. but somewhere majority of his ideas seemed lacking in ways, maybe it was because he finally understood that radha never wanted something materialistic and was really always after something sentimental even if she liked to say otherwise. “i promise, asides from one little box in the bedroom–there’s no other gifts.” mainly because he’d managed to charter a plane and planned to take her wherever she wanted for a few days. he’d also spoken to samar who was more than happy to take over the duties at her fashion label, and knew abhi and his wife was happy keeping the kids for a little while.

krish malhotra wanted to spend some time with his wife–wanting to find a way to reconnect once more.

“a little—” radha echoes, her gaze flickering to the stairs leading to their bedroom before she glances back at krish. “how did you even manage to get a gift in there? i’ve been home all day.” her tone is definitely teasing because she knows when krish wants to do something, absolutely nothing can get in his way. “and one gift is fine,” she agrees, leaning in to kiss him again. he’s been away for more than two weeks on this shoot, and while the children and the label occupy her time — she missed krish’s presence in their house.

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thekrishmalhotra:

krish didn’t think even now that he’d constantly be racing against time but here he was, attempting to zip through the streets of his city, wanting to be home in time to celebrate his wife’s birthday properly. both the kids had been taken by his best friend which meant that though this day happened to be his wife’s most hated commercial holiday, he was still going to celebrate her birthday to the fullest. “hey,” he whispers before letting his own arms settle around her waist. “did you think i forgot?” he presses his lips against her cheek once more before sighing. “happy birthday radha.”

the smile on her face only grows when he holds her tight, when he kisses her cheek. she wonders how even after so many years, after two kids she feels the same way about him, the way she felt when they had first gotten together. “i didn’t think you forgot,” radha murmurs, before leaning in to kiss him. “you know i don’t need any gifts right?” although, somehow she already knows he has something planned, something large and cheesy.

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her eyes widen, surprised. she hadn’t expected for him to be home early, even if a part of her nagged krish would never miss her birthday. the smile too grows, as relief settles in her veins and she wraps her arms around her husband, greeting him with a soft kiss. “ well this is a nice birthday surprise. ”

#|chats|#me: has forgotten the tags

see i can’t be something i ain’t won’t do something i can’t yeah, i’ma ride for you baby but i ain’t gon’ lie to you baby.

#{muse}#- literally the most radha ever -

thekrishmalhotra:

“But it wasn’t just that week,” Krish sighed quietly. “Since she’s been bored–it’s almost like you were DETERMINED to lose all your pregnancy weight within the month and that terrified me, I know it wasn’t safe but tum–you just wouldn’t listen,” with a soft whisper against her ear about his love for her he backed away again.

“I know you didn’t do it purposely, but it was when you started fighting with me as if—as if I was trying to control your life when I really wasn’t.” Krish just wants to take her into his arms and hold her close, reminding her of why he was so worried because Radha wasn’t just his wife, she was his life and sometimes he really didn’t think she realized any of that.

you weren’t, i-- i didn’t feel like the radha you fell in love with after gungun was born... i didn’t feel enough.

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chokiiwas

thekrishmalhotra:

“It doesn’t matter who was right, I just–I needed you to be okay.” He murmured, before reaching for her once more. “Why were you–kyun kar rahi thi khud ke saath aisa? Kyun khud ka khayal nahi rakhti tum? Don’t you–do you have any idea how many of us NEED you to be okay?”

He knew she was feeling something else, judging by the way her eyes were averting from his own but he couldn’t pressurize her to tell him, not when she was in the hospital like this and suffering from weakness.

it was a hectic week, between the fittings and the fashion show and looking after gungun … i guess i didn’t– i LOST TRACK of time, but i never … maine jaan booch ke nahin kiya.

#|chats|#oops wrong blog

thekrishmalhotra:

Krish only smiled before inching closer to her once more, shifting ahead on the bed before he pressed his lips against her forehead. “I love you too,” he whispered before shaking his head and knowing he needed to apologize to her as well, especially considering how horribly he’d behaved with her.

“But I’m sorry too..I’m so sorry, for being so–controlling.” It was the one thing Krish Malhotra had N E V E R wanted to be and even now–he’d done that with the love of his life.

“ no-- i should have listened. you were RIGHT, i was pushing myself too hard. ” how could she tell him, after falguni’s birth and the disgusting c-section scar on her stomach, radha felt undesirable.

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thekrishmalhotra:

Krish stepped back when he heard her tired and scratchy voice before giving her a tiny smile. “How are you feeling?” Krish needed to know how she was feeling, before he expressed his complete ANGER at how negligent she’d been with her own health.

“Aryan’s with Ma.. he came too, he wanted to be near you.”

“ i love you, ” are the first words from radha’s lips. nothing about their daughter, nothing about their son; her apology was what mattered the most. this was her apology, her not wanting to fight with krish especially when she knew he was right. “ i’m so sorry about not ... listening. ”

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thekrishmalhotra:

Krish had been playing video games with Aryan when his phone had rung, Samar’s name flashing across the screen. “Papa, Samar uncle ka phone aaya hai. Mumma ko bolo na, ke woh phone kaare..” Krish only gave his eldest a smile before answering the phone, surprised at the frantic voice of Samar who informed him of how Radha had collapsed on stage and they were on their way to the hospital.

It was almost as if Krish had jumped to attention at the news from Samar, and got things going. He knew he had to book a flight, get Abhi to hopefully take care of Aryan for the night before he got to his wife. “She–she didn’t hurt herself, did she? Anyways I’ll be on the next flight out. Oh wait, Gungan–is she with–”

Samar informed him of how he’d left Falguni with her grandmother, Isha Malhotra who’d come to the show as well. “Thank you Samar, for–for letting me know. I can’t imagine she’ll be too pleased with you,” once they hung up, he looked down at his son, trying to convince him to be excited about spending time with Abhi, except–of course this was Radha and his son, which meant his stubborn streak was EVEN WORSE than theirs. “I wanna see Mumma! Gungun’s there, I wanna see her too!” And of course Krish relented and within an hour, the two of them were on their way to the airport, Krish’s heart sinking with every moment that passed.

Once they reached Delhi, he’d gone straight to his mother’s place, dropping his son off before he headed directly for the hospital, knowing he needed to be there to see her first before he let their kid see their mother on a hospital bed. Standing outside her room, he put his hand on the doorknob, hesitating before he turned it and stepped inside, his heart lurching the moment he saw her attached to numerous tubes monitoring her vitals. Sitting down on her bed, he reached for her hair, rubbing the skin gently with his thumb, wishing for her to be okay and to wake up and hopefully NOT be mad at him.

“ krish ? ”

#|chats|#{ im lazy i know }

radha had not intended to be modelling for her own line, but it had been samar’s idea. he stood in the wings, holding falguni and pointing to radha. her heart warmed at the sight of her daughter, but the image looked WRONG. it should have been krish; krish should have been backstage holding falguni, aryan by his side.

ever since she’d landed in delhi, radha had regretted the fight. it was stupid; and she shouldn’t have run but as she disappeared from the catwalk to the sound of thunderous applause, her head began to S P I N. she let out a soft gasp, before the ground sliipped from underneath her feet, her vision turning to black.

#para*