( just finished Khakee: the bihar chapter and mann karan tacher is looking extra fine 😔 sad to see nothing about him and if and if anyone wants fic about him I am ready)
Do u take Dulquer salmaan request if so can u please make one for ram (sita ramam)🤭😫
in a world full of boys he's a, gentleman
Title : In A World Full Of Boys He's A, Gentleman (From "Slut!" By Talyor Swift)
Synopsis : You approach a soldier, thinking he visited your brothel for pleasure. But once you notice he's flustered, something in you warms up, and you resort to having a conversation with him, not realizing that he would be the one you were waiting for after all these years.
Pairing : Ram x Fem!Reader
Movie : Sita Ramam (2020)
A/n : Thank you @dellu4u for this req! Ram is too cute to not write for 😭 I love him so much it's not even a joke 🥲🥀 hope you enjoy! dialogues will be in english because idk which language to translate it to (I'm confused between telugu Or tamil and translating is a huge task)
Warnings : Nothing much, mentions of sexual content, 16+
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Ram tensed, sitting up straight on the couch. He was on his leave, and his friend dragged him to a brothel.
Ram didn't know what to do. His friend had just abandoned him.
"Hey, cutie. Are you the one who asked for Y/N?"
A lady came up to Ram, and stroked his cheek. Ram shook his head, and the lady walked away as you asked her to.
You sat beside Ram. "Uh, your friend over there told me you asked for me tonight?"
Ram gave you a respectful smile. "I'm so sorry ma'am, but I am not looking for pleasure here. My friend dragged me here, and I have no choice."
You scrutinized him, before propping one leg up on the couch. "You know my name. May I know yours, gentleman?"
His cheeks flushed at being called "gentleman".
"My name is Ram."
"Ram what?"
His expression changed, and he exhaled, managing a weak smile. "I am an orphan, and my only parent is my mother India, whom I serve."
His words piqued your interest. You tilted your head, admiring him. "Ah, soldier?"
He nodded.
You hugged your knees together, staring at him. He turned to face you, raising a brow. "You didn't tell me much of yourself, miss."
You blinked in confusion. No one ever asked that before. You exhaled, preparing an answer.
"What's there to say? People come in here believing every woman here is a slut. They never bother to ask what our stories are, where we are from, what we like to do."
He listened intently to each and every word. "How do you leave this place?"
"I don't."
Ram frowned at your response. You let out a dry chuckle. "I can. If a man pays the brothel and buys me out."
Ram nodded, looking away. He wondered how much it would take to buy you out.
"10,000 rupees."
You answered, as though you knew what he was thinking. Ram gasped. That was almost his salary of two months.
"That's... A lot."
You nodded. "I am a high ranking prostitute."
Ram's friend walked up to him, fixing his belt. "Man, you should've had some fun too. Let's go?"
Ram nodded. He stood up, looking over his shoulder at you. You gave him a brief smile, waving your hand.
Ram looked at his friend who was walking out of the door, before turning back to you.
"Uhm... Are you free tomorrow? If so, could you meet me near the huge clock tower?"
He asked, raising his eyebrows hopefully.
You blinked, thinking about it.
"It's totally fine if you-"
"I'll be there by 10 AM sharp."
At your response, he let out a short chuckle, and smiled at you. You tried not to smile, but he was too cute.
He walked toward the door, turning over his shoulder briefly to glance at you.
"It's not a date-"
"It's a date!"
You rolled your eyes, fixing your makeup while Archana kept blabbering on about how happy she is for you.
You looked at yourself once more in the mirror. Pastel pink blouse with puff sleeves and a baby blue saree with your hair open in waves. Something was missing.
Ah.
You put a bindi on, smiling at yourself in the mirror. Men who visited you always asked you not to put a bindi on. You had to listen to them.
How else would you survive in this pathetic world?
Ram tapped his foot impatiently, glancing at the giant clock with every passing minute. He looked around, and that's when his gaze fell upon you.
You walked over to him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. It was as though he was staring at the most beautiful woman in the universe. He felt as if the air was knocked out of his lungs.
You raised your eyebrows, and he shrugged, shaking his head with a laugh.
"So, why'd you ask me to meet you here?"
You asked, tilting your head to the side.
He cleared his throat. "I have nothing to lose so I will be very frank. I'm interested in you, and I don't care that you are a prostitute. There would be a reason why you chose this path, and maybe you had no choice. I don't care. You are such an interesting person and it hurts to see that these pathetic men that visit you don't even explore that side of you."
He paused, catching his breath before continuing, "If your answer is a no, you can walk away. If it's a yes, walk with me and we'll spend the day together. I want to know more about you and your interests. I have nobody in this world, and I want you to be my somebody."
He stopped talking, gulping nervously. You stared at him in utter shock.
Nobody ever talked to you like that. No man ever has.
You smiled, before patting his shoulder. "Lead the way."
A huge smile appeared on his face, and he began walking toward a chai shop.
"And then she put too much powder and Archana came out looking like a ghost!" You exclaimed, laughing, almost doubling over before Ram caught you.
The two of you just spent the day together, and it was the best day of your life. He walked with you until you reached your brothel.
You were about to go inside, but you turned around and strutted to him, gathering your courage before planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
You pulled back, hoping that he wouldn't be disgusted. Instead, he was smiling ear to ear, red as a tomato.
"Thank you, Ram."
You walked in, closing the door behind you.
Ram began dancing in excitement, before touching his cheek tenderly.
"Yashu! Where are yo-" You paused, taking in the sight before you.
Ram was asleep, along with your three year old daughter Yashna. You just woke up, getting ready to go to your dance school that you had opened recently, and you had a dream.
It was a lovely dream, because everything that had happened was real. You thought about how Ram saved his two months' salary and helped you out of the brothel, and how the two of you got married.
How Yashna was born.
You planted a soft kiss on both of them, trying hard not to wake them up.
