#bollywood fic

[rapha-reads]

Chose promise, chose due*, here's the first chapter of the second part of my Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge series.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Three years after their wedding, Simran's family comes back to London to visit her and her husband. Babuji, Lajjo and Chutki observe Simran's happiness and discover her new life in London with Raj and Pops. A 4+1 story: four times someone saw how in love Raj and Simran were. And one time their love was just for them.

Chapter 2 is written, but handwritten, I need to type it, chapter 3 is almost complete, I still need to write chapters 4 and 5. Stay tuned! I hope you like it.

*French for "I gave my word and I kept it, literally means "thing promised, thing given".

[acemoppet]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Written for @geraskeferbingo and @yenraltbingo ! Prompts were “cuddling” and “fluff”!

Have some Desi!Yennefer singing to Geralt~

[desidarling123]

hey there, sorry to disturb but if it's not too much to ask, could please repost all your old khoobsurat stuff? the links dont work i think bc it redirects to a nonexistent blog. love your work btw and thanks!

Talk about a throwback sis, this was five years ago but I’m flattered regardless.

OK so I’m like pretty sure this master post should have the non-broken links but barring that, I’m going to upload all of them to my AO3 right now so they are there no matter what happens to my url or broken linking :P

[rapha-reads]

Chapter 2 "What Lajjo saw" of Small Matters in Big Cities is up!

Summary:

A car journey, a grocery shopping trip, and some light-shedding stories. Lajjo watches her daughter and her son-in-law.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Extract:

Meanwhile, Raj and Simran were carrying the conversation, seemingly unbothered that nobody was listening to them, and Lajjo had to smile. They were already bickering as if they had been married for decades instead of three years. “We could have taken the east road”, Simran was complaining. “You know it takes longer and there’s more traffic”, Raj sighed. “Yes, but the sights are prettier.” “I thought we were going home, not sightseeing?” Raj ironically inquired, head tilted to the side. “Well, no one said we couldn’t do both.” “Except that Pops is waiting for us, so we’ll go into town another day.” Simran suddenly slapped her forehead with an annoyed exclamation. “What was that for?” Raj asked, concerned. “We need to stop at the bodega! I forgot that we need to get some stuff for dinner.” “And you couldn’t have remembered earlier?” Raj complained, but started merging to the left to leave the motorcade. “If you had let me drive I’m sure I would have”, Simran sneered at him. “Nice try. No.”

[rapha-reads]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Additional Tags: Post-Canon / Fluff / Tooth-Rotting Fluff / a tiny bit of angst / Father-Son Relationship / Father-Daughter Relationship / Starting a New Life Together / discussions of the future / First Kiss / Attempt at Humor / Fluff and Humor

Babuji let Simran go with Raj and Pops. Now, what ? Tending to the wounds of their hearts and their bodies in Delhi, Raj and Simran talk about their future and how much they love each other. "Pyar se hai badi kya kasam" - There is no bigger promise than love (6,240 words)

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He laughed softly, pressed his forehead against hers. The setting sun was bathing the balcony and the roofs all around in golden light, and despite the constant buzzing of the streets below, quietness shrouded them in a bubble of comfort and warmth. Their engagement rings, newly bought this morning in a little market in old Delhi and exchanged in front of Pops and a priest, were glinting gently on their fingers. She found her gaze drawn to them, as she marvelled once again at the happiness purring like a satisfied kitten behind her ribs, this pure feeling that she had thought just the week before that she would never have. As if his own thoughts were following the same path, Raj’s voice brought her back to the moment.

 “Your father gave his explicit blessings”, he said slowly, full of wonder, as if he hadn’t fully wrapped his head around the news.

She giggled, a sound that made him look up at her with so much adoration in his eyes that she felt herself blush.

“My father likes you !”

“Oh, god, your father likes me”, he repeated with a look of deep fear.

“Hey”, she exclaimed indignantly, “how is that a bad thing ?!”

“Well, I can’t disappoint him now. What happens if I disappoint him?” he asked anxiously, clutching her hand convulsively.

The laugh she had tried to keep down as his anxiety rose up finally escaped and she doubled over, guffawing.

“Simi!” he cried, offended. “It’s a very serious matter! Stop laughing at me!”

“Oh, my love”, she sighed between bouts of laughter. “Welcome to the family.”

He smiled softly, awed at these words, and she sobered up as he took her face between his hands.

“We’re getting married?” he asked in a low voice.

“Yes”, she murmured.

“You love me?” he asked again.

“With all my heart.”

“We’re going to be together for all our life.”

“Yes. And the next one. And the one after that.”

[bitchwitharrow]

A/N: I just watched the bollywood movie hamari adhuri kahani and I’m kind of obsessed with it. Even though I loved everything about the movie, I wanted to write an alternate ending because I just need a happy ending okay. Hope you guys like it and you should definitely check out the movie.

Aarav could feel her presence around him as he stood in the field full of Arum lilies. The exact ones she had decorated his room with the first day they had met. He couldn’t help but smile, thinking about their time together, the good, the bad. He had fallen deeply in love with her and even if after today he didn’t have her with him, in his arms, he had her memories, he had these lilies.

He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the beautiful view in front of him, sending it to Vasudha. He could just see the smile on her face, feel her happiness. They were miles apart but only a breath away.

Suddenly she is there with him, sliding her hand in his. He looks down at her smiling face, a tear rolling down his eye. He cups her face in his hand, rubbing his thumb across her cheekbone. She is so beautiful, it takes his breath away. 

Come home. 

The next time they meet, he’s standing in her house, lilie in his hand, telling her they have to go to the field together one day and she’s crying tears of joy. He takes her in his arms and promises her that this isn’t the end of their story. He won’t let go of her until his dying breath.

They stand their for what feels like ages but he doesn’t mind because finally, the void in his heart is filled with unconditional love and he will love her for the rest of their lives if it’s the only thing he does. There is no Aarav without Vasudha and no Vasudha without Aarav. 

He keeps his promise, he holds on to her for 21 years filled with love and happiness and bringing her lilies from all over the world. He gives her the life he promised her and she lights up his world that was once filled with darkness. Their story was never unfinished. They completed it together. 

haan hasi ban gaye