#ram doobay

[ratanslily]

RAAAMMM😭😭😭😭 DON'T LEAVE MEEEE

[moonlightwrites004]

P.O.V: You catch Ram dancing in your saree and teased him back.

Reader is POC and chubby.

Divider credits: @strangergraphics

You had gotten up before him. Your husband, Ram Doobay.

He looked so innocent and handsome when he was fast asleep, nothing like the rakshasa he really is. Not wanting to disturb him, you peel yourself away from him and head to bathe.

Yet as you bathe, you failed to notice your clothes being stolen away...

Elsewhere, Ram woke to a cold, empty bed. You left him to go bath!?

Was he not important anymore?

The brahmin, who usually doesn't care about such petty things, pouted sadly before a naughty thought came to his mind.

That is how he now stood before the mirror wearing your saree in a dhoti drape.

"Payback." He murmured mischievously.

You, on the other hand, got out of the bathtub when you were done bathing and dried yourself.

Just as you put on your bathrobe and headed to the hook at the door for your clothes, you see it's gone!

"I remember bringing a set in!" You grumble as you stomp your foot in annoyance.

But when you walked into your room, your heart almost stopped in shock. There was your husband wearing your saree, jewellery and bindi.

"What are you doing?" You ask as a smile crept onto your face.

Ram covered his face in the saree pallu like a bashful bride. "Suno-ji...you shouldn't walk around bare like that." He mocked your voice.

Your jaw hit the floor...

HE.WAS.MOCKING.YOU!?

"Are you teasing me?" You ask him in disbelief as he started dancing around you mischievously.

"E-ji...I would never tease you." He replied, still imitating you. He gently flicked your towel to loosen. You caught it just in time.

Having enough of being teased, you picked up his discarded dhoti and draped it upon yourself along with his ritual shawl.

"Patni-priye...Who said you can dance like that around me?" You ask him, imitating his voice as you did.

Ram paused and gazed back at you. Heat crept into his cheeks. The sight of you in his clothes, smelling like him was enough for him to stop with his charade.

"This isn't fair...only I can tease you." He grumbled as he crossed his arms in fluster.

You grin and walk to him, gently running your fingertips over his skin the way he does over your curves and handles in teasing gestures. You notice him swallow hard.

You lean close to him, trailing kisses up his neck towards his lips, feeling him up the way he cruelly does to you every morning. Just as you felt him getting excited, you pulled away.

"To be continued." You winked at him mischievously. Before he could catch you, you grabbed a random outfit from your open wardrobe and escaped to the safety your bathroom.

"I'll deal with you later patni-priye!" He shouted from outside the bathroom door before giggling to himself and removing your saree.

"Enough teasing for now...Time to greet the day."

Hehe....I hope y'all enjoyed this...😏

I might post more stuff like this.😁

-MLW004✨

[ratanslily]

Editing Ram into all the cards I am getting instead of his card from the wheel, day 2.

What the HELLL @ WHEEL WHY WOULD YOU TROLL ME LIKE THIS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[ratanslily]

Editing Ram into all the cards I am getting instead of his card from the wheel, day 1.

This will keep on going until the wheel is pressurized into giving me him.

[ratanslily]

Know this: I am desperately willing to share your life, your fate, and the burden of duty.

[monmilter]

Meaning of Ram’s gift to Devi [language of flowers]

Concluding their conversation in episode 11 of season 3, Ram presented Devi with lagerstroemia (Indian lilac). ㅤㅤ Lagerstroemia, or Indian lilac, speaks in the quiet language of restrained longing — it is a love that bloomed at the wrong time and in the wrong place, yet still refuses to fade. Its soft, weightless petals resemble memories of touches that were never meant to happen, yet linger as if they did, leaving behind a trace that cannot be erased. Within it lives a gentle ache, one that does not demand or destroy, but simply exists — calm, deep, and inevitable. There is no loud passion in it, but something far more dangerous: a quiet attachment that grows in silence, even when it has no right to. ㅤㅤ It symbolizes a love hidden between moments — in pauses, in glances that last a second longer than they should, in words that remain unspoken; it is a feeling that lives in silence, where any confession would only make everything more fragile, more real, more impossible. Lagerstroemia understands that some stories are not meant to be spoken aloud, because the world does not know how to hold them gently without breaking them, and so it keeps them within its delicate petals, like a secret too sincere to survive in the light of day. ㅤㅤ Within this flower, there is devotion, but it is a devotion without a promised future. It does not speak of “forever,” because that “forever” is uncertain, perhaps unattainable; instead, it exists entirely in the present — in brief meetings, stolen moments, in the warmth of someone’s presence that both comforts and quietly hurts. Lagerstroemia carries the meaning of fragile happiness — the kind you know will not last long, and precisely because of that, it becomes so precious, so unforgettable. ㅤㅤ When someone gives this flower to the person they love, knowing the feelings are mutual yet bound by secrecy and circumstance, it becomes a confession without words. The lilac does not simply say “I love you,” but something far more complex: “I love you, even if I cannot be with you, even if the world will never allow us to become what we already are to each other.” Within it, there is both acceptance and a fragile, almost desperate hope — a hope that one day the impossible might change, even if neither of them truly believes it will. ㅤㅤ ㅤ In this sense, lagerstroemia becomes a symbol of a love that does not seek to possess; it does not say “Be mine,” but rather “Be happy, even if that happiness does not include me, but remember that what exists between us is real.” And yet, hidden within its softness, there is a quiet plea — an almost imperceptible wish for fate to change its mind, for this story not to end where it began. It does not reject hope, but holds it carefully, like something too fragile to fully trust. ㅤㅤ ㅤ In the end, lagerstroemia is not about an ending, but about the most beautiful and painful state of a story — the moment when everything is deeply felt, yet nothing is defined; it is for two people who found each other at the wrong time, but could not turn away. To give this flower is to confess: “We are not a mistake — we are simply something that cannot exist openly,” and within that confession lies a quiet, haunting beauty that remains even after the moment has passed.

[ratanslily]

Ugh he's so mine i cannot BELIEVE ITTT

[notmissinginaction]