Apsara...
Yandere! Ram Doobay x reader.
Reader might be plump.
~"You were as far away from him as the sun from Earth and yet, he would bathe in your rays if you'd let him.."~
Divider credits: @digilatte
CW: Yandere traits, mentions of death, disturbing thoughts, obsession, delusional, (basically what a Yandere is)
It was subtle at first but now, it is getting worse. What started at lingering glances and unintentional brushes of your hands turned into a dangerous imaginations full of kisses and hungry touches behind the alcoves.
Ram's need for you was becoming worse.
In the dead of night, he found his mind wandering to how you looked earlier that day.
Light blue net saree clinging to your curvy form, a gajra in your long dark tresses, that sweet smile upon your sweet lips when you greeted him.
"How are you Ram?" You'd chime sweetly but he answered in a chastising manner, "I'm fine...don't dress so brazenly for the temple!"
His answer had left you so confused. Your saree wasn't brazen. His mind was polluted.
Polluted by the sin he wanted to do to you.
He wanted to feel your skin against his, to hear you sweetly sing his name as he made you his. He wanted you to be his bride, his wife, his lover.
But you were as far away from him as the sun from Earth and yet, he would bathe in your rays if you'd let him.
For Ram Doobay had fallen in....'love?'
He questioned this 'love' whenever he found himself pointing the blood-soaked Kalidasa at the 'sinners'.
Sometimes a devadasi, a merchant, a beggar or fellow noble.
The reason, they stared at you too long or had the 'audacity' to speak to you.
But to Ram, they didn't have the right to breathe the same air as you.
Even tonight, as he watched yet another devadasi breathe her last, he wondered to himself, Was this the 'love' he wanted to bathe you in?
"Yes, absolutely." He growled as he collected the blood he spilled just seconds ago into his hands and smeared it over his face.
"Archana looked at my Y/n with so much disgust...How dare she?...My Y/n is perfect."
"My Y/n is my apsara."
"My Y/n is my devi."
After saying that, Ram had the body cremated and cleansed himself at his room in the Kalighat.
It was in the dead of night when he decided to come to the balcony of your room.
He watched you as you slept, taking in how beautiful you looked on the bed.
Your night dress shimmered in the dim light, your chest rose and fell gently in your sleep. Your beautiful locks of hair that he so desperately-wanted-to-bury-his-face-in was now sprawled across your pillow like a curtain.
"Apsara ..." He whispered as he towered over your sleeping form, placing a lotus by your bedside.
"Amara priya apsara." He whispered again as he climbed into your bed, holding you close to him just to feel your skin as you slept.
You never stirred. You never once did. How would you? The incense that burned in your room was laced every night with odourless sedatives.
Ram could take you now.
Make you his so that no one will ever have you. You'll have his seed sprout within you and then his heir.
But why would he do that?...
He doesn't want heirs now, at least not yet.
He just wants his apsara to accept him...even if it meant stealing moments like this with her in the dark.
He kissed you on the forehead before tucking you into bed properly.
As much as he would love to stay, Ram had to go home before his mother sent out a search party to look for him.
"Sleep well my apsara." He whispered in your ear before leaving, galloping off upon his horse to the Doobay estate.
The next morning, when you woke. Silly you assumed the lotus on your stand was from your parents.
If only you knew that the red spots on that lotus was the blood of your best friend. If only you knew that all those lotuses you ever recieved were stained by the blood of innocent people.
Innocent people that were deemed guilty from merely breathing wrong near you.
If only the Apsara knew how madly in 'love' a Rakshasa was with her...
This was short but, it's a good come back right?
I wrote this while battling my insomnia.🥲
Hi by the way!!!
-MLW004✨