Heyyy ummm so can y'all do me a favour and drop your favourite hindi songs and movies please? Idk much hindi and never bothered much about it but i recently realized how fascinating the language is so ill be thankful if y'all can direct me towards good Bollywood content šš
Heyyy ummm so can y'all do me a favour and drop your favourite hindi songs and movies please? Idk much hindi and never bothered much about it but i recently realized how fascinating the language is so ill be thankful if y'all can direct me towards good Bollywood content šš
if I were to hypothetically write a dhruva x reader fic abt this scene, how many of y'all would hypothetically like to be tagged? (hypothetically, of course ;) )
okay not to get ranty but why tf are so many desis so insecure about Desi culture ??? im so sick of my friend telling me that sarees are embarrassing and the collective ews i heard when my school made the dress code kurtas, this guy who told it was weird that i danced bharatanatyam like babes you think it's weird but there is nothing more i love than braiding my hair and wearing a bindi, putting on kajal that smudges easily and using the excess to ward off the evil. kindly fuck off.
Sarojini was a true combination of her parents, literally.
She had her father's smile, her mother's eyes, walked like her father and talked like her mother.
She was insanely intelligent like both her parents, knowing local and foreign languages, danced like her father, took pictures and painted a little like her mother did.
She also got her father's anger and her mother's dry humour and sarcasm, which made her impossible to deal with during arguments.
Sarojini, or Bujji like her Bheem Babai and Jenny Pinni called her, Chinna Rakshasi like her Seetha Atta called her, or Chinnamma and Saroo like her parents called her, was the apple of everyone's eye.
And she knew it. She enjoyed it a lot too.
In the beginning, Saroo loved falling asleep on her father's chest as he read her from her mother's vast collection of books while Y/N watched from the other side of the bed with a soft smile.
As she grew, Saroo started going to her mother to sleep in her lap, curled in her saree because of how comfortable it felt.
Ram would crawl into bed and press a kiss on her head gently, massaging her legs because she ran around the house the entire day.
Saroo got pampered insanely by her aunts and uncle and the rest of the village, much to Ram's chagrin.
"See, I'm not saying she doesn't deserve it because I know my chinnamma deserves everything in this world," he mumbled into Y/N's stomach once as she gently ran her fingers through his hair. "I just... they're spending too much time with my daughter. She belongs to us, right?"
"She belongs to herself, my big baby. Let her grow as she pleases."
Ram was such a strong man, so brave and ready to face every challenge in his life, but it seemed to him that the biggest challenge after falling in love with his wife was watching his little one grow.
Bheem seemed to have gotten a lot softer after Saroo was born, keeping every possible harmful thing out of her reach.
Once when he and Jenny were playing with Saroo, she had crawled into his chest and snuggled closer, yawning as wide as she could which didn't release a sound.
Bheem almost stole her and ran away that day. Jenny had to stop him.
Another time when all five of them sat together for lunch, eating, Saroo crawled to Bheem and giggled, grabbing his nose ring.
She placed a clumsy slobber-filled kiss to it and fell on his chest, instantly falling asleep.
Bheem was stopped by four people that day, and only returned Saroo when Y/N promised him "Saroo will spend every alternative weekend with her Bheem Babai and Jenny Pinni, okay? Now give me my daughter."
Seetha loved brushing her hand over Saroo's head, petting her gently as she slept in her lap.
As Saroo grew, Seetha would be the one she went to for braids, because despite everything Y/N knew she couldn't braid Saroo's hair without getting scared she was hurting her and sending her to her aunt.
Jenny spent time with Saroo when Bheem would leave to help Ram with work, and by the time he returned they'd be giggling together about something, cuddled into each other.
Saroo grew up on Bheem's shoulders, after she kicked his chest while trying to learn to stand and winced in pain.
Along with the extreme love she got from everyone, she got other things too.
Seetha dragged her out of numerous fights with boys much larger than her because "Atta, they were being mean to other kids/animals/me! Do I just sit and watch it?"
Jenny had to buy new books because Saroo finished the ones she had, and was soon running out of books to buy for her to read.
Bheem refused to fight with her because "Anna, your daughter fights like you and Y/N combined. I can't deal with it so I just give her what she wants."
Saroo also had a knack for pranking people.
And honestly who better than her father and uncle?
Saroo wouldn't do that to her mother, because she loved her too much.
(That's what she told everyone. The truth was Saroo was terrified of how intelligent her mother was, and had caught her the first and only time she tried to prank her. Saroo never bothered again.)
Y/N often watched and smiled to herself as Ram returned home drenched, Bheem had an owl drawn on his back, or something often so stupid but hilarious that both men couldn't try to scold Saroo.
"Chinnamma is getting very bold, isn't she?" Ram once said as he hugged Y/N from the back, nuzzling into her neck as they swayed together in their house.
Saroo left to spend the weekend with Seetha and that left the couple by themselves.
Ram loved this.
One good thing with the other three falling in love with Saroo was that he got the weekends with the woman he fell in love with all to himself.
"I have no idea what you're saying Ram," Y/N giggled as he picked her up from the bag, shifting her weight as she was in his arms bridal-style.
"Oh you know exactly what I'm saying, bangaram, she pranks me and Bheem too much."
"What did Saroo do today?" Y/N laughed as he fell onto their bed, settling her on top of him.
"She cut holes in my pants, Y/N. When I was outside." Y/N nodded, biting her lip to stop herself from laughing.
"Yeah it's okay, you can laugh. The village already laughed enough, it doesn't hu-" Y/N burst out laughing, head falling back into his chest as tears streamed down her eyes, holding her stomach as it began to hurt.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Ram, I just can't- oh God my stomach hurts from laughing. Ram, I'm so sorry." She wheezed, wrapping her arms around him and burrowing her head into his chest.
"Somehow this hurts more," he murmured, kissing her head as she continued to laugh.
He quickly pushed her down, kissing her to stop her laughs. Y/N responded with equal fervour, pulling him against her as they just enjoyed being in each other's arms.
"I was thinking," Ram began as he pulled away and Y/N groaned, standing up. "Oh no, why were you thinking?"
Ram scowled and stood up and smacked her ass, making her squeal and glare at him. He smirked but yelped when she pinched his inner thigh, huffing and walking away.
"Bangaram, listen to me!" He yelled, walking after her and picking her up, throwing her over his shoulder and sauntering back to their room.
"Alluri Ramaraju put me down this instant or I swear I will-" "Let's make another one."
Silence.
"... What?"
"I want another kid, Y/N. Let's have another one."
Ram threw her on the bed and crawled on top of her, the look in his eyes hungry and wild enough to make Y/N gulp and squeeze her legs together.
"Well?" He nibbled on her collarbone, rubbing patterns on Y/N's bare skin as she shuddered under his touch.
"Fine, but only one more," she relented, feeling him smile against her chest as he slipped her saree off.
"Just one more," he promised, kissing her as he unbuttoned his shirt.
(a/n- aaaannnd that's the end of this series! I loved writing this so much, but now I'm ending this so I can move on to write other fics! Insanely grateful for all the love, and feedback is forever appreciated! taglist is open, just so you know!
Yāall I just thought of that scene from Mahanati where Dulquer teaches Keerthi Suresh how to drive a car and she almost drives it into pedestriansā¦
Yāall I just thought of that scene from Mahanati where Dulquer teaches Keerthi Suresh how to drive a car and she almost drives it into pedestriansā¦
Yāall I just thought of that scene from Mahanati where Dulquer teaches Keerthi Suresh how to drive a car and she almost drives it into pedestriansā¦
ok but does anyone have a version of Telugu Dosti where itās Hemachandraās vocals in the background š I love the video song but I hate that Kaala Bhairava is singing it
