#bhay

[rutvii]

Can I say one thing 🙂

Can I be all scared and cling to him 😳😋

He is so yummy look at those forearms goddamnnnn

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[oinswiftie]

OMG PLS WRITE ON THE SERIES BHAY

Darr Ke Aage Jeet Hai (One-Shot)

Pairing: Gaurav Tiwari x Female Reader

Tropes: Paranormal Investigator / Skeptic Reader, Established Relationship, Rescued by Hero, Opposites Attract, Protective Hero, Comfort/Hurt

Synopsis: When a chaotic night out with your friends turns into a full-blown crisis in a supposedly haunted heritage house—Reader finds herself in a state of pure, hysterical panic. Enter Gaurav Tiwari, founder of the Indian Paranormal Society, equipped with EMF meters, quiet confidence, and a calm promise that "knowledge cancels fear."

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This fanfiction is based on the real-life figure and public persona of Gaurav Tiwari (founder of the Indian Paranormal Society) portrayed by Karan Tacker in Bhay: The Gaurav Tiwari Mystery. It is a work of transformative fiction intended purely for entertainment purposes and is not affiliated with, authorized by, or endorsed by his family, the Indian Paranormal Society, or any associated production companies.

The rain was still hammering against the SUV’s windshield, but inside, wrapped safely in Gaurav’s arms, the dark silhouette of the Shimla mansion didn't feel nearly as overwhelming anymore.

You rested your cheek against his chest, listening to the steady, rhythmic thud of his heart.

"Honestly... I still can't believe how far we've come," you murmured, tracing the lines on his plaid shirt. "From me crying on a ruined staircase to sitting here with you."

Gaurav chuckled, a low vibration against your cheek as his large hand gently stroked your hair. "Ah, the infamous heritage house incident. Every time I remember that night, I don't know whether to laugh or be grateful to your friends."

"Don't compliment them," you groaned, looking up at him with a pout. "They are absolute chaotic idiots."

How could you ever forget that night?

It was nearly a year ago. Saraswata, Ahona, Arunima, and you had decided to hang out over the weekend. But instead of a normal cafe, Saraswata—being his usual overly ambitious and extremely annoying self—convinced the group to explore an old, abandoned colonial bungalow on the outskirts of the city that was supposedly "haunted."

Arunima was all for it, Ahona was curious, and you were dragged along purely by peer pressure, practically clinging to Ahona's arm the entire walk up the overgrown driveway. Fun fact: you were dead scared of ghosts. Hated horror movies and ghost stories with a passion since you were young.

"Guys, sach mein bohot creepy lag raha hai, ghar chalte hain na?" you had pleaded, shivering under your hoodie as the wind whistled through the broken wooden shutters.

"Chill kar yaar, do photos lenge aur nikal jaenge," Arunima had laughed, flashing her phone flashlight at the dusty ceiling.

Then, disaster struck.

One second Saraswata was walking ahead of you guys talking about local urban legends, and the next—poof. He was gone. No footsteps, no dramatic scream, just dead silence.

"Saraswata?" Ahona called out, her voice dropping its cool facade.

Nothing.

Five minutes of calling his name in the dark turned into total, unadulterated panic. The three of you girls were freaked the fuck out, holding hands in a tight, terrified circle in the pitch-black hallway, convinced that a ghost had swallowed him whole.

In reality, Saraswata had simply stepped through a rotten floorboard into a basement crawlspace and dropped his phone, but you didn't know that yet.

In pure desperation, you pulled out your phone, searched "ghost emergency hotline India," and frantically dialed the Indian Paranormal Society’s official dispatch line.

Within twenty minutes, an IPS unit that happened to be in the area arrived. The headlights of a black SUV cut through the darkness, and out stepped Gaurav Tiwari—looking calm, composed, and ridiculously striking in glasses and a dark jacket, holding an EMF meter and a high-powered flashlight.

"Who called for help?" his deep voice had echoed through the foggy courtyard.

You, Arunima, and Ahona practically tackled him with explanations, all three of you talking over each other in sheer hysterics.

Gaurav had immediately taken control. He looked at your pale, trembling face, stepped closer, and said in a calm, grounding voice, "Hey, take a breath. Main hoon yahan. Nothing is going to happen to your friend, and nothing is going to hurt you. Step back near the car with my team."

Within ten minutes, Gaurav had located the basement trapdoor, hauled a very bruised and embarrassed Saraswata out of the crawlspace, and brought him back up.

While Arunima and Ahona immediately started beating Saraswata up for giving everyone a heart attack, you were still shaking so badly you couldn't even hold your water bottle.

Gaurav had walked over, handing you a warm cup of tea from his thermos.

"Pehli baar kisi haunted spot pe aayi ho?" he had asked gently, leaning against the hood beside you.

"Aur aakhri baar bhi," you had squeaked out, your hands trembling as you took the cup. "I thought a fucking ghost took him!"

Gaurav had given you that warm, reassuring dimpled smile that immediately melted half your panic away. "Knowledge cancels fear. It was just bad luck, not a demon. Par tum kaafi brave ho ki itne darr ke baad bhi friend ke liye ruuki rahi."

Before he left that night, he had taken your phone, typed his personal contact into it, and handed it back. "Next time your friends pull a stupid stunt like this, don't wait for a ghost to show up. Call me directly. Main line pe rehke rescue kar lunga."

Back in the present SUV, Gaurav’s thumb lightly traced your jawline, pulling you out of the memory.

"Saraswata still owes me a thank you note, by the way," Gaurav grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief in the faint blue dashboard light. "But I guess I owe him one too. If he hadn't fallen through that floorboard, I would’ve never met you."

"He doesn't need to know that," you laughed softly, leaning up to kiss the corner of Gaurav's jaw. "His ego is already huge. But seriously... that night felt like a fever dream. I thought you’d just vanish from my life after saving us."

"Vanish?" Gaurav chuckled, his fingers tracing small, soothing circles on your hip. "Not a chance. Not after I saw how terrified you were."

The transition from a rescued frantic caller to the girl who stole his heart hadn't happened overnight, but it had felt entirely effortless.

It started three days after the heritage house incident. You were lying in bed at midnight, jumped at a creak in the window, and in a moment of pure weakness, texted the number he’d saved in your phone:

You: Is it normal to hear knocking sounds near the window at 12:30 AM or should I start packing my bags?

Your phone had rung in less than ten seconds.

"Wood expanding due to the rainy season and night temperature drop," Gaurav’s calm, deep voice had vibrated through the speaker, laced with amusement. "Relax. No ghosts in your bedroom, I promise."

That late-night call had turned into a two-hour conversation. And then another the next night. Soon, midnight phone calls became a ritual. He would talk you down from every irrational, spooky thought, explaining atmospheric pressure, thermal expansion, and electromagnetic fields until your panic dissolved into soft giggles. In return, you listened to him talk about his dreams for the IPS, his passion for science, and the quiet loneliness that came with constantly chasing things most people ran away from.

Three weeks later came your first official "non-ghost" meeting. He had asked you out for coffee at a quiet, dimly lit cafe downtown.

You remembered how you kept on rambling the whole date about everything and everybody- and then nervously fidgeted with your napkin until Gaurav reached across the table, gently trapping your hand under his warm palm.

"You know," he had said, his dimples deepening as he looked at you with that piercing, attentive gaze, "I spend almost all my time listening to EVP recordings and tracking phantom frequencies. But this... just sitting here hearing you talk about your day? This is the most peaceful my mind has felt in years."

Your heart had executed a full backflip right then and there.

The real turning point, though, happened two months later on a Tuesday. Gaurav had come back from a brutal 48-hour investigation in a notoriously hostile location, exhausted and running on zero sleep. Instead of heading to his own apartment, he had driven straight to yours.

When you opened the door, he didn't say a word. He just stepped inside, wrapped his long arms around your waist, removed his glasses and buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a long, heavy sigh that melted every ounce of his professional armor.

"I just needed to be somewhere safe for a little while," he had murmured, his voice thick with fatigue.

You had guided him to the couch, made him hot tea, and sat beside him, running your fingers through his hair while he rested his head on your lap. For a man who was everyone else's shield, watching him finally let his guard down with you made your chest ache with affection.

When he woke up hours later, the room was bathed in the dim golden light of the desk lamp. He looked up at you, his dark eyes brimming with unspoken emotion.

"Main har jagah darr aur superstition se ladta hoon," he had whispered, reaching up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lip. "Par jab tumhare saath hota hoon, sab kuch shaant ho jata hai. I don't want to do this life without you. Tum meri anchor banogi?"

You hadn't even let him finish before leaning down and kissing him—a soft, tearful confession of your own.

"You know," you murmured back in the present, looking up at him as the memories settled warmly in your chest, "you were supposed to just teach me how to not be scared of the dark."

"And I failed miserably at that," Gaurav whispered, his voice turning low and velvety as he wrapped his arms tighter around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest until there was no space left between you. "Because now you're stuck in a dark forest with me in the middle of the night."

"Best mistake of my life," you breathed.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, lingering kiss that completely wiped away the chilly memory of the storm outside, replacing it with pure, intoxicating warmth.

When he pulled back, his breath fanned softly against your lips, his thumb gently smoothing over your bottom lip.

"I told you that night, and I'm telling you now," Gaurav murmured, his eyes locking onto yours with absolute devotion. "As long as I'm around, tumhe kisi cheez se darne ki zaroorat nahi hai, jaan. Now, ready to hold my hand and walk inside?"

HI GUYSSSSS-FIRST TIME WRITING ON GAURAV TIWARI I'm a bit mad about Karan Tacker since I first watched Special Ops but anyways here we gooo Do tell me your opinions and give a like and comment XOXO

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[anileahvictoria]

I love them your honor 🥺

Osha isn’t usually soft and loving in this way but every once in a while she knows Bhay needs it.

Original reference I believe is by @sen1227 but I could be wrong. I found this on the cursed Pinterest…

[krisanyuanita]

Lucu tuh ya, kalo ada mas-mas bernama masalalu tetiba ngechat setelah berabad-abad putus komunikasi. Dia bilang kangen, eh… Beberapa hari kemudian nomer kita diblokir. Yakali, yang hubungi duluan siapa yang blokir siapa. Situ waras Mas?

Serah sih, aku wesbiyasa 😛

[totomaroll]

cass bby

[mahfuzhah]

Kamu nggak boleh stres. Soalnya stres itu bisa memicu radikal bebas, dan radikal bebas bisa mempercepat penuaan.

jadi,, stres bisa mempercepat ....(?)

[anileahvictoria]

For the OC ask game: #22

We're going with Bhay cause I need to work on his character.

What are their eating habits like? Do they snack throughout the day? Or do they eat sparsely?

Depends on his mental state 😅. Back on mandalore when he had a clan, spent his days fighting alongside both his parents, when life was good, he ate hardy meals with hardly any time for snacking.

On Tatooine where food was scarce, Bhay only ate at mealtimes and if food was available elsewhere, he'd collect his part and bring it home to share.

On Naboo, he hardly ate at all. The bullying ripped away his apatite, quite literally at times. But when Osha heard he wasn't eating, she took his nutrition into her own hands.

During the gladiator days, he ate whenever he could and as much as he could. He had to fight for his meals, and he never which meal would be his last.

This ask game