ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : Your husband doesn't love you or does he? (I suck at writing synopsis 🥲)
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : Simp Ram, drunk Ram, make out in the end, kissing, neck kisses, 2.3k words.
ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : I know the title doesn't match the fic that much but I can't think of anything. I originally never planned on writing anything about Ram but this one is for @afortoru . I'm soooooooo sorry mamma for the long wait. Hope you like it. Enjoy ♡
𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐑𝐑𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
'I've fixed your marriage with Alluri Sitarama Raju, a junior of mine. The marriage will take place after a month. I hope you have no problem with it."
Those were the words your father told about a month ago and in an blink of an eye you were now married to a man who you have never seen before, talked to or heard of before. You had dreams, marrying someone who would love you dearly. After all Shri Hari would never choose the wrong person for you.
But Ram? He was not one of those husbands who ordered their wife around, use them for their own pleasure and even beat their wives. But the problem is he is too distant. In the past week of marriage with him, you barely saw him home. Always leaving before you wake up and coming home after you had gone to sleep. You felt like you were living alone.
You sighed as teared your eyes from the book on your lap and looked at the clock. It was already past midnight and Ram still wasn't home but today you will not sleep till he comes back home. You were determined to talk about his distance and hopefully come to a middle ground.
The clock hit one as a chain of fading sound unstable footsteps became clear. It was coming from the front door and your suspension was proven right when a thud sound, like something heavy hitting the door, came from the front door.
You got up from the the couch and walked up to the door, leaving your book resting on the low table. You unlocked the opened it only enough to peek outside. A uncontrollable gasp left you when you saw Ram, your husband, leaning his body on a pillar of the porch. His hand clutching his head and his body on the verge on fainting.
"Ram?" You swung the door open and rushed to help him lean on you.
Wrapping an arm around his waist you stumbled to living room and made him lie on the couch, wondering to yourself what on earth happened to him. Ram lied on there groaning in pain.
You quickly gathered a bowl of water, cleath clothes and the first-aid kit and yourself sat on the couch by his waist. You stared at him, in concern and in hasistation. Concern because there were small bruises, cuts and even little splatter of blood all over his body and clothes. And Hasistate because to mend his would you would have to take of his shirt and that felt too intimate.
Ahhh. Whatever! I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm just trying to help him and he is my husband not other man.
You thought to yourself before your trembling hand reached out to the top button of his uniform. Just as your were about to open it a hand shot out to stop yours, making you startled back.
"What do you think you are doing?" He murmured as his honey eyes stared at your, unsteady and barely kept open, "Do you know that I'm a married man?"
Is he drunk?
"Well Mr. Ram I have to take your shirt to mend your wounds." You say sarcastically, hoping that he would let you do so without any more trouble.
"Wounds?" He asked and you nodded back. He stared you for a few minutes before releasing your hand, "Okay. Only for that okay? Don't try anything funny. I can fight."
You mumble a quiet 'okay' and undo his shirt. Just as you had assumed there were tiny scratches all over his torso. You dipped the clean cloth in the water and began to clean him up, starting from his face.
"Do you know how pretty my wife is?" Ram said, breaking the silence in the room. You fought to keep your cheeks from heating up. He definitely is drunk.
"How beautiful?" You whispered, sound refusing to come out.
"How beautiful?" He smiled like a idiot, eyes averting to the ceiling, "She is like Goddess Lakshmi on earth. Her eyes, face, hair is like jewels and laugh is like Goddess Saraswati's vina's melody. The food she cooks is like Amrit."
If you were not blushing before, you surely are now. So he did eat the food you always left on table for him. You could have even imagined that Ram thinks of you like that. A greedy hope bubbled up in your heart.
"You are saying all that but you toh never even look her way." You say as you drop the now dirty cloth in the bowl and pick up the ointment tube. You wanted to know he actually felt about you. If he did like you then why was he so distant.
Ram released a tired sigh at your words, "Trust me when I say I don't like this either. Her father is F/N L/N, a trustee of the British. He suddenly married her of to a lowly Indian like me who is fighting for his people and that's suspicious. I don't know if I can trust her or not. If she finds out........."
Ram trailed off, not finishing the sentence. Your face frowned in confusion. What was he talking about?
"What are you talking about?"
Ram looked at you, feeling sceptical. Should he tell this stranger about that? Well she was taking care of him, so she definitely doesn't mean harm. Ram beckoned you to lean closer and you did.
"I............ I.......... I—" Ram starts but before he could say anything he was already knocked out dead. You sigh in frustration. Today you had a chance to get to know him and seems like not even Hari is on you side.
You applied ointment on the last visible would and put the tube back in the box. You bandaged up where needed and collected the dirty things to wash them. As you picked up the discarded shirt, a piece of paper fell of from it's pocket. You lift the paper and read the content written on it.
It was a letter from some Vasu. It asked about the plan where Ram was supposed to steal information of British's arm force and pass it to him and how much people back home miss him. So this is what Ram was talking about. He's not working for British Raj but against them.
You looked at now sound asleep Ram thinking to yourself — "Dumbo, If you had any doubts, you could have just asked me."
Chuckling to yourself, you kept the letter safe in a drawer and started cleaning the dirty clothes. Whatever has happened you could not let Ram get in trouble. The night passed with Ram being unaware of the rest of the world and you not being able to sleep because now that you knew his dilemma, you would do anything to work this marriage out.
The next morning clock hit 9 in the morning as the beautiful singing of birds woke Ram up. He blinked his eyes to cleanr out the fogginess as the ceiling of his living room came in his view. Confused Ram sat up on the couch before all the events of previous night hit him all at once.
His eyes widened as he remembered his father in law inviting him to drink with him and some of his friends. Ram had a few glasses before disappearing in the building. He was going to steal the arm force information and he was so close but someone walked in on him. Sadly Ram had to run away with any useful clue. Ram remembers how while climbing over a wall he fell and got injured after that he doesn't remember anything.
A pounding ache in his head brought Ram to present. Clutching his head Ram looked down at his shirtless, mended self. Panick filled his mind as he stumbled to find his shirt, he can't let anyone find the letter, specially not you. He looked under the pillows, the table.
As he leaned down to see under couch, you voice called back, "Looking for this?"
His back visibility tensed as he snapped his head towards you to see you leaning against the railing at the bottom of the stairs, holding out the letter for him to see. Ram's expression morphed into a 'oh no'. He looked like a deer in headlights. You fake coughed to hide the laugh threatening to break out.
"Y-Y/N? Where di-did you get that from?" Ram stuttered, heartbeat going on with the speed of a jet.
"O this?" You feigned a innocent look, "This fell out of your shirt when I took it to wash."
"Did you read a-anything?"
"Every single word."
"Y/N give it back to me." Ram stretched out his head to you.
"Here, take it." Relief washed over Ram as he was about to take the letter, you quickly swapped it out of his reach, "But I don't want to."
"Y/N, stop playing. That letter is really important."
"You want it?" Ram eagerly nodded at your words. "Then come and take it."
You said before sprinting up the stairs. Ram shouted at you to stop but when you didn't he ran after you. You could his footsteps coming closer and closer. A laugh erupted from your heart, you don't remember feeling this happy for god knows how long.
You threw open the door of the room at the very back, your be— no, both of your bedroom.
"Where will you go now?"
You turned to see Ram leaning both his hand on either side of the door, panting like crazy. Ram looked at you like predator looking at a prey a he marched towards you. Now your heart beating like a drum that feared he would be able to hear it from there. You took one step back with advancing ones.
Before you know, the back of your leg hit the bed and you were falling back on it, pulling Ram down in the process. He fell right on top of you, his hand resting by your sides to not crush you. Yout eyes locked. His chest was pressed against your heaving ones.
"Ram." You wishper his name. As he hummed, lost in the moment, you continued, "Do you not like me?"
This snapped Ram out of the dazed state, "W-Where di-d that came from? W-what? Wai-wait."
As he tried to get off of you, you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck pulling back to you, "We are not moving till I have all the answers to my questions. So, Do you not like mea?"
"No." His answer was short and shallow.
"Then why do threat me like I'm invisible to you? I'm your wife Ram but I barely get to even see you."
"Y/N, it's not like that." Ram stared at you, debating with himself if he should tell you or not. At last Ram sighed, "Promise me you will keep this a secret."
"I promise."
With your promising words Ram explained to you everything. Who he actually was, his reason to work under British government and why he was so hasitente with you.
"Can't believe I made you believe that don't like you." Ram almost whined.
"Who said that?"
"What do you mean?" He frowned in confusion.
"Well My dear Patidev, Yesterday night you said some things that proved that you anything but not like me."
"What did I say?" His expression morphed into a horrified one.
"Is that really important right now?" You pulled him closer to you.
He was so close to you that you could feel his heartbeat. Only fabric of your saree and blouse separating you two. His warm exhale brushing over your face. His one arm rested on the bed while the other one traveled to cup your face.
Ram leaned in slowly before capturing your lips in his own. All the desperation of the past week pouring into that kiss. His hand left your face and glided down before resting on your bare waist as yours locked in his hair.
If not for the need of breathing Ram would have liked to kiss you all day and night long. Breaking the kiss he drifted down your neck, placing trails of wet kisses and marking it red and purple. You turned your head to the side, giving him more space to mark his territory.
That day you finally closed the distance between you two, your souls and your hearts.
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Okay so I don't see a lot of telugu requests on your page (I belive there is exactly one other request which is kinda sad since it has so much potential), so I decided to approach you with a request offering hehehe.
Hear me out on this- a alluri sitaramaraju x y/n fiction where they're childhood sweethearts but in the attack from the British that killed his mother I think, ramaraju watches y/n smash her head against a rock. Everyone thinks she's dead except for ram who can fell that she's alive. She lives on with amnesia while ram desperately searches for her, till he finds her and is heartbroken to find out that she doesn't remember him. So he decides to take her on a secret journey where he attempts to return her memories to her.
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Memories ~ A. Sitarama raju ~
Memories
Paring: Alluri Sitarama Raju x Fem! Reader
Type/Words: Massive fucking oneshot~10.8k Words
Summary: In which childhood sweethearts Alluri Sitaramaraju and Y/n, separated by Y/n's amnesia and years apart, embark on a poignant journey to rekindle their lost love. Ram's relentless search for her culminates in a chance encounter in a bustling market, offering a glimmer of hope to unravel Y/n's forgotten memories and reunite their hearts.
TW!!: Violence, Amnesia, Pursuit, Religion, Injury, Separation, Memory-loss, the back-drop of british colonisation, let me know if I missed any!!
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In the picturesque village of Vemulawada, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush forests, two souls were destined to be inseparable from the moment they took their first breaths. Alluri Ramaraju, with his unruly hair and a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, and Y/n, a gentle spirit with a radiant smile, had been friends since their earliest memories.
Their bond was extraordinary, a connection that defied the boundaries of ordinary friendships. From the time they were in diapers, their paths were intertwined, and they navigated the journey of life together, hand in hand.
Their love story began in the simplest of ways—two toddlers playing in the village square, kicking up dust and chasing after butterflies. As Y/n stumbled over a pebble, Ramaraju reached out, his tiny hand catching her arm in the nick of time.
"You okay?" he asked, his eyes reflecting the innocence of childhood.
Y/n nodded, her face lighting up with a smile. "Thank you, Ramu."
And so, their friendship was sealed, one that would flourish into a love that transcended time itself.
As they grew older, their adventures became more daring. They explored the dense forests surrounding their village, forging secret hideaways where they shared whispered secrets and dreams of the future. It was during one of these escapades that their bond deepened.
Sitting beneath a sprawling banyan tree, its roots winding like ancient secrets beneath the earth, Ramu turned to Y/n, his eyes filled with an earnest intensity that belied his young age.
"Y/n," he began, his voice hushed as if sharing a sacred truth, "Do you know what they say about the stars?"
Y/n tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "What do they say, Rama?"
"They say that each star is a promise," he explained. "And when we wish upon them, those wishes have the power to come true."
The night sky above them was a tapestry of stars, each one a beacon of hope. Ram pointed to a particularly bright one.
"That star there," he continued, "that's our star, Y/n. It's our promise to each other."
Y/n followed his gaze, her heart swelling with emotion. "Our promise?"
Ram nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "That we'll always be together, no matter what."
Y/n's response was a soft smile that conveyed more than words ever could. It was a silent vow, an unspoken agreement that their hearts were forever entwined.
Their days were filled with laughter, exploration, and shared secrets. They swam in the village pond, raced through the meadows, and climbed trees to pluck the juiciest mangoes. Every moment spent together was cherished, and their love for each other grew like the tallest of sunflowers, reaching ever higher.
One sunny afternoon, as they rested beneath the shade of their favourite banyan tree, Y/n looked at Ram with a twinkle in her eye. "Ramu, I have something for you."
Ram's curiosity was piqued as he turned to her. "What is it, Y/n?"
With great care, Y/n reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, intricately carved stone. It was a smooth, heart-shaped gem, its colours shimmering in the dappled sunlight.
"It's for you," she said, handing it to him.
Ram's eyes widened with delight as he held the stone in his palm, its cool surface warming under his touch. "Y/n, it's beautiful. Thank you."
"It's a piece of my heart," Y/n confessed, her cheeks tinged with a blush. "So, you'll always have a part of me with you."
Their bond was sealed that day with a simple gift, a token of their affection that held more meaning than any words could convey. It was a promise etched in stone, a vow of a love that would endure.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over their village, Ram and Y/n knew that their bond was unbreakable. They were childhood sweethearts, and their love would carry them through the trials and tribulations that lay ahead.
Their days were filled with shared secrets, dreams of the future, and the certainty that their love would stand the test of time. Their journey together had only just begun, and they were ready to face whatever the future held, hand in hand.
As the years passed, their love would deepen and evolve, but the innocence and purity of their childhood bond would remain the foundation upon which their love story was built.
The village was a tapestry of life, woven with threads of love, tradition, and the timeless connection between Ram and Y/n. Their love story, like the winding river that flowed through their village, was destined to meander through the hills and valleys of life, and its waters would nourish their souls for eternity.
They shared dreams of becoming brave warriors like the heroes of their village, of exploring lands far beyond their hills, and of always being together. Their conversations were filled with laughter and hope, painting a picture of a future they could hardly wait to embrace.
As the years passed, the love between Ram and Y/n continued to grow, much like the towering trees in the forest that surrounded their village. They were inseparable, their hearts forever bound by the promise they had made beneath the starry sky. Their shared dreams and whispered secrets painted a future filled with hope and love.
Their conversations were a refuge from the world around them, a sanctuary where they could be themselves without judgment or pretence. They talked about everything, from the mysteries of the universe to the intricacies of their village.
One sunny afternoon, as they sat by the village pond, their feet dipped into the cool water, Y/n turned to Ram with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Ramu, do you ever wonder what lies beyond these hills? What adventures await us in the world beyond?"
Ram gazed at the distant hills, his thoughts drifting to the unknown. "Sometimes, Y/n. But as long as we're together, I'm not afraid of anything out there."
Y/n smiled, her fingers trailing through the water, creating ripples that mirrored the movement of their hearts. "That's why I'm not afraid either, Ramu. We'll face the world together."
Their dreams were not limited to their village. They imagined themselves as heroes, protecting their loved ones and their homeland from any threats that might arise. Ram would often swing a makeshift wooden sword, pretending to be a valiant warrior, while Y/n would stand by his side, her eyes filled with admiration.
Their innocence was a beautiful tapestry of shared moments and unspoken affection. They revelled in the simple joys of life, like chasing fireflies on warm summer evenings and lying on the grass, watching clouds transform into whimsical shapes.
But fate had other plans, and the tranquillity of their village was soon disrupted by rumblings of danger on the horizon. The British Empire, with its far-reaching ambitions, cast a long shadow over India, and the villagers could not escape the growing threat.
One fateful day, as the villagers gathered in the square to discuss the ominous news, tension hung in the air like a heavy monsoon cloud. Ram and Y/n stood together, their hands tightly clasped, drawing strength from each other's presence.
The village elder, a wise and weathered figure, addressed the crowd. "My fellow villagers, we have received word that the British are advancing towards our lands. We must prepare for their arrival and protect our way of life."
Fear rippled through the assembly, and worried murmurs filled the square. Ram's grip on Y/n's hand tightened, a silent promise to shield her from any harm.
As the days turned into weeks, the villagers toiled tirelessly, fortifying their defences and readying themselves for the impending conflict. Ram, now a strapping young man, but still just a little kid, had become a pillar of strength in the village. He practised tirelessly with the gun, honing his skills to protect those he loved.
Y/n, with her nimble fingers and a heart full of determination, used her talent for crafting to create intricate trinkets for the villagers—a symbol of hope in trying times. She had never stopped carrying her heart-shaped stone with her, a constant reminder of her love for Ram.
One evening, under the moonlit sky, Y/n presented Ram with a gift—a necklace she had crafted herself, adorned with the heart-shaped stone she had given him years ago. Tears glistened in her eyes as she placed it around his neck.
"Rama, wear this necklace as a symbol of my love," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
Ram was deeply moved, the pendant resting against his chest, near his heart. "I will, Y/n, always. It will be my talisman, a reminder of your love and our promise."
The necklace became Ram's most cherished possession, a constant reminder of the love that had blossomed between them. He wore it with pride, feeling Y/n's presence with him always.
But as the threat of the British grew more imminent, Ram's protectiveness over Y/n intensified. He couldn't bear the thought of any harm coming to her. Their shared dreams of adventures beyond the hills were now overshadowed by the harsh reality of impending danger.
One morning, as Y/n was filling a pot with water at the village river, her mind lost in thought, a sudden commotion shattered the tranquillity. British soldiers on horseback thundered into the village, their red coats a stark contrast to the vibrant colours of the village homes.
Panic ensued as villagers scattered, seeking safety wherever they could find it. Ram, who had been tending to his daily chores, felt a sinking dread as he realized Y/n was not by his side.
He called out her name, his voice desperate, but there was no response. Frantic, he searched every corner of the village, his heart pounding with fear. His feet carried him to the riverbank, where he saw a horrifying sight.
Y/n, oblivious to the danger, was caught in the path of the oncoming British soldiers. With no time to think, Ram sprinted towards her, his heart in his throat. He reached her just as the soldiers approached.
In his desperation to shield Y/n from harm, Ram pushed her to the side, but in the chaos, they were trampled by several British horses. Y/n's head slammed against a rock, and blood began to flow, staining her clothes and the earth beneath her.
Ram, dazed but with adrenaline coursing through his veins, gathered Y/n into his arms, cradling her head gently. He begged her to stay with him, to not leave him alone.
The other villagers, realizing the peril they were in, rushed to the scene. Two adults, fearing the worst, forcefully pulled Ram away from Y/n, their faces filled with sorrow.
"Let us tend to her, Ram," one of them said, his voice heavy with grief.
Ram fought against their hold, tears streaming down his face. "Please, you have to save her. She can't leave me. She's everything."
But he was overpowered, and he watched helplessly as Y/n was carried away from him. The world around him blurred, and the sound of his own anguished cries echoed in his ears.
The days that followed the tragic incident at the village river were a blur of anguish and despair for Ram. He couldn't bear to be without Y/n, the love of his life, the one who had given him her heart and soul. Every corner of their village, every path they had walked together, was a painful reminder of her absence.
As Y/n lay unconscious, her head injury severe, the villagers had rushed her to the care of the local healer. Ram sat by her bedside day and night, his heart heavy with worry. He couldn't lose her. She was not just a part of his life; she was his life.
The healer, a wise woman, did everything in her power to nurse Y/n back to health. Villagers prayed fervently for her recovery, knowing that her survival was essential not just for her loved ones but for the entire village. Y/n was a beacon of hope, a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity.
Especially for young Ram. They feared what would happen to him if Y/n were to ever die.
Weeks turned into months, and Y/n's condition remained critical. She lay in a state of unconsciousness, her memory locked away in the recesses of her injured mind. Her once vibrant smile had been replaced by the pallor of illness.
Ram visited her every day, his eyes filled with love and despair. He spoke to her, whispered words of encouragement, and told her stories of their adventures together. He shared his dreams with her, hoping that somewhere deep within her, she would hear him and return to him
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One particularly gloomy evening, as the rain poured outside, Ram sat by Y/n's bedside, his voice trembling with emotion. "Y/n, do you remember the stars? Our star, the one we made our promise on?"
He reached for the necklace she had given him, the heart-shaped stone catching the dim light of the room. Tears welled up in his eyes as he held it close to his heart.
"Look, Y/n," he continued, his voice cracking, "I've kept our promise. I carry your heart with me, always. Please, wake up. I can't bear to be without you."
Outside the window, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. Ram saw it as a sign, a reminder of the storms they had weathered together and the strength of their love.
As the days turned into months, the village faced new challenges. The British presence loomed larger, and their demands on the villagers grew more oppressive. Ram, once a carefree young man, had become a symbol of resistance. He organized secret meetings, rallying the villagers to protect their way of life.
But with each passing day, his heart ached for Y/n. He couldn't be the hero he wanted to be if she was not by his side. The world outside their village had become a battleground, and he longed for the comfort and warmth of her presence.
Meanwhile, Y/n's fate had taken an unexpected turn. When the villagers had been forced to retreat, leaving her unconscious by the river one fateful day, she was discovered by a group of travelling Hindu priests who were passing through the area. They were on a pilgrimage, seeking spiritual enlightenment and performing sacred rituals.
Seeing Y/n alone and injured, they assumed she was an orphan, a lost soul in need of care. Without hesitation, they took her in, their hearts filled with compassion. She became a part of their travelling group, joining them on their pilgrimage across the land.
Unconscious and severely injured, Y/n remained in their care. The priests were skilled in the healing arts, and they did their best to tend to her injuries. Days turned into weeks, and gradually, her physical condition improved.
But when Y/n finally awoke, she was met with confusion and amnesia. She could not remember her name, her past, or the village she had come from. The priests, kind-hearted and caring, did their best to help her regain her memory, but all their efforts were in vain.
As the months passed, Y/n travelled with the priests, visiting temples, and participating in sacred rituals. She learned their ways, their customs, and their beliefs. The priests became her family, and she embraced the life of devotion and spirituality.
Yet, deep within her heart, there was a void, a sense of something missing. She couldn't explain it, but a part of her felt incomplete, as if a piece of her soul had been left behind somewhere.
While Y/n embarked on her new journey, Ram's life had taken a starkly different path. Fueled by his determination to find Y/n and the burning desire for revenge against the British who had torn them apart, he had become a relentless warrior in the making.
He trained rigorously, not just in the art of combat but also in strategy and leadership. His village looked up to him as a beacon of hope, a symbol of resistance against British oppression. He had become a key figure in the underground movement, organizing secret meetings and coordinating acts of defiance.
But amidst the turmoil and chaos, his heart was heavy with the burden of uncertainty. He clung to the necklace Y/n had given him, wearing it every day as a reminder of their love. He refused to believe that she was lost to him forever.
His hatred for the British grew with each passing day, fueled by the memory of that fateful moment by the river. He swore to himself that he would find Y/n, no matter the cost. She was the driving force behind his determination to free his village from the shackles of oppression.
Ram's quest for justice and love would lead him down a perilous path, one filled with danger, sacrifice, and unwavering devotion. He would stop at nothing to reunite with Y/n, the love of his life, and to fulfill the promise they had made beneath the starry sky.
In the heart of Vemulawada, the village of resistance, Ram's days were filled with a relentless pursuit of justice and freedom. He had become a symbol of hope, a beacon of resistance against the British occupation. The necklace Y/n had given him remained a constant reminder of their love and the promise they had made.
Each morning, before he embarked on his duties as a leader of the resistance, he would hold the necklace close to his heart and whisper, "I will find you, Y/n. I will bring you back to me."
The villagers had come to admire and respect Ram's unwavering determination. His leadership had united them in a common cause—to free their village from the shackles of oppression and to seek justice for the innocent lives lost.
But despite the strength of his resolve and the support of his fellow villagers, Ram could not escape the profound loneliness that had settled into his heart. He longed for Y/n's presence, her laughter, and the warmth of her love.
Meanwhile, Y/n's life had taken a vastly different course. Under the care of the travelling Hindu priests, she had embarked on a spiritual journey across the vast landscapes of India. The days were filled with rituals, prayers, and the study of ancient texts. Y/n embraced this new life, finding solace in the company of the priests and devotees.
She learned to chant sacred verses and perform intricate rituals, her devotion deepening with each passing day. The priests, who had initially taken her in as an injured and amnesiac orphan, had become her family. She respected and admired their wisdom, finding comfort in their guidance.
Yet, no matter how content she was with her new life, a sense of longing continued to tug at her heart. There was a void, an emptiness that she could not explain. It was as though a part of her soul remained lost, a part she could not remember.
One evening, as she sat with the priests by the sacred fire, the flickering flames casting a warm glow on her face, Y/n turned to the elder priest, Guru Devanand. "Guruvugaru, why do I feel like there's something missing in my life? It's as though there's a piece of me that I can't find."
Guru Devanand regarded her with compassion, his eyes filled with understanding.
"Bidda, sometimes the past remains hidden from us for a reason. Perhaps it is the will of the divine that has led you to us. Your journey is a sacred one, and you are destined for a greater purpose."
Y/n nodded, but her heart still ached with a sense of incompleteness. She longed for answers, for a glimpse into the life she could not remember. And deep within her, an unspoken longing for someone she could not name.
Back in their village, the resistance against the British continued to escalate. Ram had become a formidable leader, and the villagers admired his unwavering dedication to their cause. He trained tirelessly, his body honed into a weapon of defiance. His resolve was unyielding, driven by the belief that Y/n was still alive and waiting for him.
One evening, as he addressed a gathering of villagers in a secret meeting, he spoke with conviction. "We will not rest until we have driven the British oppressors out of our land. Our fight is not just for our freedom but for the future we dreamt of—the future we promised each other."
The villagers cheered, their spirits lifted by Ram's words. They believed in him, and they believed in the love that had sustained him through the darkest of times. The necklace he wore, with its heart-shaped stone, was a symbol of that love, and it inspired hope in their hearts.
As the resistance grew stronger, Ram's thoughts often turned to the day he had last seen Y/n. He remembered the chaos, the horses trampling through the village, and the adults forcibly pulling him away from her lifeless form.
All because of the cowards who had left her at the river, fearing their own safety when a fresh wave of British warriors attacked. He had refused to believe that she was gone, that the necklace she had given him was all that remained.
The memories of their childhood, their innocent love, and the dreams they had shared haunted him. He longed to hold Y/n in his arms once more, to tell her that he had never given up on her, and to fulfil the promise they had made to each other beneath the starry sky.
Unknown to him, deep within Y/n's heart, a flicker of recognition had begun to emerge. It was as though the past, which had been shrouded in darkness for so long, was beginning to stir. She couldn't explain it, but there were moments when fragments of memories danced at the edge of her consciousness.
One night, as she lay in meditation, her mind adrift in the realm of the divine, a vision appeared before her. It was a fleeting glimpse of a village, of a familiar face with eyes that held a depth of love she couldn't comprehend.
She woke with a start, her heart pounding, the vision still vivid in her mind. It was the first hint of a past that had long been hidden from her. A pair of eyes saw through her, a pair of beautiful eyes that stirred her soul. She only saw the eyes, but she had no idea that they were the ones of her beloved Ram from before the accident.
The days turned into weeks, and Y/n continued to meditate and pray, seeking answers in the depths of her own consciousness. Each time she closed her eyes, she hoped to uncover more fragments of her forgotten life.
One evening, while meditating by a tranquil river, Y/n felt a gentle breeze caress her face. It carried with it the scent of wildflowers and the distant murmur of the flowing water. As she delved deeper into her meditation, the vision returned.
This time, it was not just the eyes that appeared before her. It was a face—a face that she had longed to see but could not fully grasp. The features were familiar yet shrouded in mystery, like a puzzle waiting to be solved.
With a sense of determination, Y/n continued to meditate, diving deeper into the vision. She saw glimpses of laughter, of shared secrets, and of a love that transcended time and space. The images were like fragments of a dream, beautiful.
The bustling market of Dehli came alive with the cacophony of merchants hawking their wares and the chatter of shoppers seeking the best deals. It was a world of vibrant colors, exotic spices, and the rich tapestry of life in the city.
Amidst the throngs of people, Ram moved with purpose, his eyes scanning the crowd in search of something he had yearned for over the years—a glimpse of Y/n, the girl he had loved since childhood, the girl he had lost but never forgotten.
Little did he know that fate was about to bring them together in an unexpected and thrilling encounter. As he wandered through the market, he saw a figure in the distance, a figure that sent his heart racing with disbelief and joy.
It was Y/n.
His heart stuttered as he blinked, convinced that his eyes were playing tricks on him. Could it truly be her? For a moment, doubt gnawed at him, and he wondered if it was merely someone who resembled the love he had searched for so desperately.
But as he drew closer, his heart leapt in his chest. There was no mistaking it—those graceful movements, the way her hair danced in the wind, and the familiar rhythm of her steps. It was Y/n, the one he had loved with all his heart, the one he had believed to be lost forever.
As the truth washed over him, Ram's steps quickened, and he couldn't contain the excitement that surged within him. He was like a man possessed, driven by an overwhelming desire to bridge the gap that had separated them for so long.
Without hesitation, Ram began to follow her, weaving through the bustling crowd with a determination fueled by years of longing. He couldn't lose sight of her, not this time. He couldn't let her slip through his fingers again.
Every emotion he had ever felt for Y/n came rushing back like a tidal wave. The anger and frustration at having lost her in the first place battled with the elation of finally finding her. His heart raced in his chest, and his breath came in short, exhilarated gasps.
He couldn't help but marvel at the twists of fate that had brought them together in this moment. The city of Delhi, with its labyrinthine streets and bustling market, had become the backdrop for their unexpected reunion.
But to Y/n, the man who had begun to follow her was a stranger. Her heart raced, and a sense of unease settled in as she quickened her pace through the labyrinthine streets of the market. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being pursued, that danger lurked behind her.
Fear gripped her, and she decided to lose him in the maze of narrow alleys and crowded stalls. Her feet moved with agility born from desperation as she darted around corners and through tight spaces, all the while unaware of the persistence of her pursuer.
Ram, determined not to let her escape, followed closely behind. The chase through the streets of Delhi turned into a thrilling game of cat and mouse. Y/n's heart pounded, her breath quickened, and the cityscape became a blur as she evaded her pursuer with a dancer's grace.
The sun beat down upon them, casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets. Y/n's thoughts raced as she continued to evade her pursuer, the fear in her heart mingling with confusion. Who was this man, and why was he so relentless in his pursuit?
As she darted into another narrow alleyway, her breath hitched, and she pressed herself against a wall, hoping to blend into the shadows. Her chest heaved with every gasp for air, and she dared to steal a glance around the corner.
Ram, now desperate to catch up to her, rounded the corner, his eyes scanning for any sign of Y/n. He could hear the rapid rhythm of her footsteps, the tantalizing sound of his heart's desire just out of reach.
For a moment, their eyes locked. Y/n's wide, fearful gaze met Ram's intense and determined stare. It was a fleeting connection, a silent plea that spoke volumes—a plea for understanding, for safety, and for answers.
In that charged moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Ram saw not just Y/n but the entire universe in her eyes—a universe of memories, of love, and of the promise they had made as children beneath the starry sky.
But in that moment, Y/n couldn't find the words to ask. She could only see a stranger in his eyes, a stranger who had pursued her relentlessly through the maze of the market.
With a final surge of energy, Y/n managed to slip away once more, her agile form disappearing into the labyrinthine streets. Ram, left breathless and disheartened, watched as she vanished, a whisper of a dream he had nearly caught.
As Y/n found a hidden nook in the market to catch her breath, her heart raced, and her thoughts swirled with confusion. Who was that man, and why had he been following her? The encounter left her bewildered and shaken.
Meanwhile, Ram leaned against a wall, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure. He couldn't believe that he had almost caught up to Y/n, the love he had searched for so desperately. His emotions were a chaotic whirlwind of joy, frustration, and a profound sense of disbelief.
The elation of seeing her, of knowing that she was alive, was tempered by the bitter taste of having lost her once more. He couldn't help but replay the chase in his mind, every twist and turn, every fleeting glimpse of her, and the tantalizing nearness of her presence.
His heart ached with longing, and his mind raced with questions. Who was she now? What had become of her since that fateful day when they had been torn apart? And most importantly, how could he make her remember the love they had shared as children?
As the sun dipped below the horizon and the market began to wind down for the day, Ram made a silent promise to himself. He would find Y/n, and he would make her remember everything, even if it meant facing the unknown challenges that lay ahead.
The first encounter in the market had left its mark on both of them, setting the stage for a series of events that would change their lives forever.
Days had passed since Ram had first glimpsed Y/n in the bustling market, and in that time, he had enlisted the help of his most trusted officers to scour the city in search of her. The necklace she had given him all those years ago had served as a beacon of hope, driving him forward in his quest to reunite with her.
The market was once again alive with activity, with vendors peddling their wares, and shoppers weaving through the narrow streets. But amidst the chaos, Ram's eyes remained fixed on one person—the woman he had longed to find.
Y/n moved through the market, her steps hurried and her senses on high alert. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, the eerie sensation that someone was tracking her every move. It had sent shivers down her spine, and she clutched her cloth-wrapped purchases tightly.
As she moved through the crowd, she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the faces in the crowd. That's when she saw him—the same man who had been chasing her days earlier. He stood with several officers, all of them focused on her.
Panic surged within her, and she knew she needed to escape. Without thinking, she brought her cloth up to cover her face, hoping to obscure her features and make herself less conspicuous. But it was too late; Rama had already spotted her.
He pointed directly at her, and Y/n's heart raced. Without hesitation, she turned and bolted, weaving through the labyrinthine streets of the market in a desperate attempt to outrun her pursuer.
Rama was prepared, though. He had anticipated her every move, and he chased after her, his determination unyielding. The chase led them through a maze of alleyways and crowded thoroughfares, the gap between them narrowing with every passing moment.
Y/n's breath came in ragged gasps, and her heart pounded in her chest as she pushed herself to her limits. She couldn't allow herself to be caught by this stranger who seemed relentless in his pursuit.
Rama, on the other hand, was driven by a potent mixture of emotions. He was overjoyed that he had finally located Y/n, that all his years of searching had not been in vain. Yet, he couldn't fathom why she was running from him, why she appeared to be so terrified.
The chase continued, with Y/n narrowly evading Rama's grasp several times. She darted through tight spaces, her instincts guiding her through the labyrinth of the market. But Rama was relentless, his determination unwavering.
Finally, at the end of a narrow alley, Rama managed to close the distance between them. He cornered Y/n, his hands pressing against the walls on either side of her, effectively blocking her path. Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Y/n, her chest heaving from exertion, felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her. She was trapped, cornered by a stranger who had pursued her with unwavering determination. Her initial fear had given way to confusion, and she held her arm up, ready to defend herself if needed.
Rama gazed at her, his dark eyes locking onto hers. In that moment, he saw not a stranger but the woman he had loved since childhood, the woman whose memory he had cherished through the years of separation.
A rush of emotions surged through him—relief, joy, and a profound sense of longing. He couldn't contain himself any longer. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into an embrace that was filled with a love that transcended time and memory.
Y/n, her initial shock giving way to astonishment, was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected embrace. Her instincts told her to push him away, to defend herself, but there was something about the intensity in his gaze, the warmth of his embrace, that left her entranced.
And then, in that alleyway amidst the bustling market, something extraordinary happened—a flicker of recognition danced in Y/n's eyes. It was a tiny spark, a fragment of a memory that had long been buried, but it was enough to stir her soul.
She only saw the eyes, but it was a start, a glimmer of hope in the midst of confusion. Yet, before the moment could fully crystallize, Y/n, still unable to comprehend the situation, pushed him away roughly, breaking the embrace.
Rama, bewildered and breathless, looked at her, his heart torn between euphoria and despair. He couldn't understand why she had pushed him away, why she seemed so distant. But he was determined to find out, to unravel the mystery that had separated them for so long.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern and a hint of confusion.
Ram stood there, his breaths ragged, and his heart pounding. He had found her, Y/n, after years of relentless searching. Yet, her reaction was far from what he had expected.
Y/n, her eyes wide with fear and confusion, had been running from him in the bustling market. In his eagerness, he had grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a hidden corner of the alley to shield her from the British officers he had stationed.
She was panting, her chest heaving with exertion from their chase. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit alley, searching for an escape route, her fear unmistakable.
Ram knew he needed to calm her, to make her recognize him. His voice, although gentle, held an urgency as he spoke, "Y/n, it's me, Ram. Don't you recognize me?"
Y/n's brows furrowed as she looked at him, her gaze searching his face. "Ram? I... I'm not sure. You seem familiar, but I... I don't remember."
His heart sank at her words, a crushing weight settling in his chest. How could she not remember him, their childhood, their love? Ram had believed that finding her would be the end of his long and arduous journey, but now he realized that the real battle lay ahead—making her remember.
Desperation welled up within him as he reached out to touch her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "Y/n, we were childhood sweethearts. We grew up together. You gave me this necklace, don't you remember?"
He unclasped the necklace with the heart-shaped stone from around his neck and held it out to her. Y/n's eyes flickered to the necklace, and she took a hesitant step back, her hand covering her mouth as if to shield herself from the memories that threatened to surface.
"I... I don't know," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I don't remember anything before... before waking up with the priests."
Ram's heart ached at her words. He had hoped that the sight of the necklace would trigger a flood of memories, but it seemed that Y/n's amnesia was far more profound than he had anticipated. He couldn't blame her; it had been years since they had last seen each other.
As he stood there, grappling with the reality that Y/n did not remember him, disaster struck. The noise of approaching footsteps echoed in the alley, and a group of British officers appeared at the entrance. They had been alerted to the commotion, and their stern faces bore witness to the tense atmosphere.
Ram's heart raced, and panic surged through him. He couldn't let the British officers capture Y/n or separate them again. He had to protect her, even if she didn't remember him.
Without thinking, Ram grabbed Y/n's hand and pulled her behind a stack of crates, shielding her from the officers' view. He pressed a finger to his lips, urging her to stay quiet. Her wide eyes locked onto his, a mixture of fear and confusion in her gaze.
The British officers entered the alley, their torchlight casting eerie shadows on the walls. They scanned the area, their eyes narrowing as they sensed that something was amiss. Ram's grip on Y/n's hand tightened, and he held his breath, willing the officer to move on.
Seconds felt like hours as the officer examined the crates, shining his torchlight in their direction. Beads of sweat formed on Ram's forehead as he mentally begged for Y/n to remain still and silent.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the officer moved away, apparently satisfied that there was nothing unusual in the alley. The group of officers continued down the narrow path, their footsteps gradually fading into the distance.
Ram released the breath he had been holding and turned to Y/n, his eyes filled with relief. She was safe, for now. But the knowledge that she didn't remember him gnawed at him like a relentless storm.
Y/n, still trembling, looked up at him with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. "Thank you... for helping me," she whispered.
Ram nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of his unspoken emotions. Ram stood there, his heart heavy, as Y/n whispered her gratitude for his help. Her eyes held a fragile glimmer of trust, but the confusion within them was unmistakable.
"Thank you for helping me," Y/n repeated, her voice barely audible.
Ram couldn't help himself. He had to know, had to confront the devastating truth that was unravelling before him. His voice trembled as he asked, "Y/n, do you truly remember nothing? Nothing at all?"
Y/n's brows furrowed, and she shook her head, her expression one of genuine confusion. "I... I don't remember anything before waking up with the priests. It's all a blur, a distant haze that I can't seem to grasp."
It was as if his heart had been crushed under the weight of an insurmountable despair. The woman he had longed to find, the love they had shared, the memories they had created—it was all shrouded in a thick fog that refused to dissipate.
Ram's breaths grew ragged, and he staggered back, his mind unable to comprehend the magnitude of his loss. Y/n's face blurred before his eyes as he struggled to maintain his composure. He felt as though he were drowning in an ocean of despair, his heartache overwhelming him.
In that vulnerable moment, Y/n seized the opportunity to slip out of his grasp. Her fingers slipped from his as she stepped back, her eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and sorrow. She didn't understand the depth of his pain, but she sensed that she had brought him to the brink of despair.
Ram, desperate to keep her from disappearing once more, reached out to grasp her wrist. His fingers brushed against her skin, but she slipped away like a wisp of smoke, her movements quick and graceful.
He watched, helpless and heartbroken, as Y/n melted into the crowd, her figure growing smaller and more distant with each passing second. She glanced back at him, her eyes meeting his one last time before she vanished into the sea of faces.
Tears welled up in Ram's eyes, and he felt a crushing sense of failure. He had failed to protect her, to make her remember him, to keep her from slipping away again. His chest tightened with anguish as he realized the enormity of the challenge that lay ahead.
That night, Ram sat alone in a dimly lit room, surrounded by empty bottles of alcohol. He drank to numb the pain, to escape the harsh reality that Y/n, the woman he had devoted all these years of his life to finding, no longer remembered him or the memories they had shared as children.
He stared at the necklace with the heart-shaped stone, clutched tightly in his trembling hand. It was a symbol of their love, of the promise they had made to each other beneath the starry sky. But now, it felt like a cruel reminder of what he had lost.
Tears streamed down his face as he looked at the necklace, his vision blurred by the haze of alcohol. But in that moment of vulnerability, something inside him shifted. A wave of determination washed over him, and he vowed to himself that he would make Y/n remember everything, even if it meant facing the unknown challenges that lay ahead.
With renewed resolve, he wiped away his tears and clutched the necklace to his chest. "Y/n," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering determination, "I will find a way to make you fall in love with me again, to make you remember everything, even if you never know the lengths I'll go to for you."
Meanwhile, at the temple where she lived, Y/n lay on her simple cot, staring up at the thatched roof above. Her heart was heavy with unanswered questions, and her mind was haunted by the fleeting familiarity of the stranger in the market.
She had tried to dismiss it as mere coincidence, the ramblings of a man who might be mentally unstable. Yet, the memory of his eyes, the depth of emotion in his gaze, lingered in her thoughts.
As Y/n closed her eyes, she couldn't help but wonder about the man who had chased her, the man who had saved her, and the man who seemed to bear the weight of a painful secret. Little did she know that their destinies were inexorably intertwined, and the journey to unlock the fractured memories of their shared past had only just begun.
The sun bathed the bustling market square in golden warmth as a new day dawned. Ram, with a fresh sense of determination, had returned to the very place where he had last seen Y/n vanish into the crowd. His heart still ached from their encounter, but he refused to give in to despair.
With each step, he scanned the familiar faces of the market vendors and shoppers, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. He knew he had to tread carefully, to approach her with a charm that would ignite the embers of her forgotten memories.
There she was, standing before a vendor's stall, her attention focused on a display of vibrant fabrics. Her face, bathed in the soft light of the morning sun, seemed even more radiant than he remembered. Ram took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead.
He approached her with measured confidence, slipping silently through the crowd until he stood beside her. "Good morning," he said, his voice carrying a gentle warmth.
Y/n turned to face the stranger who had spoken to her, her eyes meeting Ram's. Her gaze held a mixture of surprise and curiosity, her memory still clouded by uncertainty.
"Good morning," she replied cautiously, her fingers idly tracing the colourful fabrics. "Can I help you with something?"
Ram smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "I couldn't help but notice your exquisite taste in fabrics. You have a discerning eye."
Y/n chuckled softly, the corners of her lips lifting in a hesitant smile. "Thank you. I've always been drawn to vibrant colours."
He nodded in agreement. "Colors have a way of bringing life to the world, much like a smile." Ram's words were laced with a subtle charm, and he continued, "May I know your name, beautiful lady?"
Y/n's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment. "I'm Y/n," she replied, introducing herself with a polite nod.
"Y/n," he repeated, his voice tender as he savored the sound of her name. "A name as lovely as its bearer. I'm Ram."
Their eyes locked, and for a fleeting moment, it felt as though time had stood still. Ram's heart ached with the weight of unspoken memories, but he refused to let despair consume him.
Y/n's gaze held a spark of recognition, a glimmer of familiarity that danced at the edge of her consciousness. She couldn't explain it, but there was something about this stranger that resonated with her on a deeper level.
"Ram," she said softly, testing the name on her lips. "It sounds... familiar."
He nodded, his eyes filled with hope. "Perhaps our paths have crossed before, Y/n. Fate has a way of bringing people together."
As they strolled through the market, Ram engaged her in conversation, sharing stories and laughter. He regaled her with tales of their shared experiences in the city, carefully crafting a narrative that would ignite the embers of her forgotten memories.
They stopped by a vendor selling intricate jewellery, and Ram picked up a delicate necklace with a heart-shaped pendant, similar to the one he wore. "This," he said, holding it up to the sunlight, "reminds me of the beauty of the world we live in."
Y/n's eyes fixed on the necklace, and a distant glimmer of recognition flickered within them. She reached out to touch the pendant, her fingers tracing its contours. "A reminder," she murmured.
Ram seized the opportunity, his voice earnest. "Indeed, a reminder of the precious moments we create in our journey."
Y/n's gaze remained fixed on the necklace, her thoughts lost in a sea of memories that lay just beyond her reach. She could almost feel the weight of a forgotten promise, a love that transcended time.
The morning unfolded with a serenade of words and laughter, and Ram continued his gentle courtship, hoping that each moment would bring her closer to remembering their shared experiences.
Days turned into weeks, and as the sunlit market became a familiar backdrop to their encounters, Ram and Y/n's connection deepened. Each day, they explored different stalls together, sharing stories and laughter as they discovered the hidden gems of the market.
Ram remained cautious, never mentioning their past, as he continued to court Y/n with a sincerity that touched her heart. His charm, wrapped in an air of mystery, began to work its magic on her.
Y/n found herself eagerly anticipating their meetings, her heart dancing to the rhythm of his words and laughter. Ram had a way of making the mundane seem extraordinary, and the world around them came alive with every shared moment.
One day, as they stood before a vendor selling fragrant flowers, Ram picked a single crimson rose and extended it towards Y/n. "A token of appreciation for the joy you've brought into my life," he said, his eyes holding a gentle sincerity.
Y/n accepted the rose with a soft smile, its velvety petals brushing against her fingers. "Thank you, Ram. You've brought a touch of magic to my days."
Ram's heart swelled with warmth as he watched her cradle the rose delicately. "The real magic," he whispered, "is in the moments we create together."
As the weeks passed, their encounters turned into shared lunches beneath the shade of ancient trees, stolen glances that lingered a moment too long, and the hesitant brush of fingertips. Y/n's heart began to beat in harmony with Ram's, and she couldn't deny the growing affection she felt for the charming stranger.
Their connection deepened, and Y/n's curiosity about the man who had entered her life like a whisper of fate only intensified. She found herself wondering about his past, about the mysteries he carried with him. And with every shared story, she longed to know him more.
One evening, as the golden hues of the setting sun painted the market in a warm embrace, Ram turned to Y/n. "There's something I'd like to share with you," he began, his voice soft and earnest. "It's a place that holds special meaning to me."
Intrigued, Y/n nodded, her eyes fixed on his. "I'd love to see it."
Ram smiled, a glint of excitement in his eyes. "Tomorrow, at dawn, I'll take you there. It's a place where memories are born."
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the market square, Ram and Y/n's hands brushed against each other—a silent promise of the adventures and emotions yet to come. The blossoming connection between them held the promise of something beautiful, something that had been lost in time but was now slowly finding its way back into their hearts.
The dawn of the following day brought with it an air of anticipation as Ram and Y/n embarked on a journey to the place he held dear. The sun's first rays painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, casting a magical glow upon the world around them.
Ram led Y/n through winding paths, lined with vibrant blossoms and ancient trees, their leaves whispering secrets of the past. The silence between them was comfortable, as if words were unnecessary in the presence of such serene beauty.
Eventually, they arrived at a secluded clearing nestled deep within the heart of the forest. Here, a pristine lake glistened like a sapphire jewel, reflecting the azure sky above. Surrounding the lake were blooming wildflowers in every shade imaginable, creating a breathtaking tapestry of colours.
Y/n gasped in awe at the sight, her eyes shining with wonder. "It's... it's incredible," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.
Ram watched her with a tender smile, his heart swelling with happiness at her reaction. "This place has always held a special place in my heart. It's where I come to find solace and reconnect with the beauty of the world."
As they sat by the edge of the lake, their feet dangling in the crystal-clear water, Ram shared stories of his childhood. He spoke of days spent exploring the forest with friends, of laughter that echoed through the trees, and of promises made beneath the endless sky.
Y/n listened intently, her heart stirred by the nostalgia in his voice. While she couldn't remember her own past, she found solace in the memories he shared. It was as though she had glimpsed a world she had once known, a world where laughter and friendship were cherished above all else.
Hours passed like fleeting moments, and as the sun climbed higher in the sky, Ram and Y/n decided to take a stroll along the lake's shore. They walked hand in hand, their fingers entwined like two souls rediscovering a connection that had long been buried.
"Ram," Y/n began, her voice soft, "there's something about all of this that feels so... familiar. It's as though I should remember, but I can't."
Ram's heart skipped a beat. He had expected this moment to come, the moment when Y/n's curiosity would lead her to question the unspoken past between them. With a gentle smile, he replied, "Sometimes, Y/n, the heart remembers what the mind has forgotten. Our journey together is about rediscovering those memories, one moment at a time."
They continued their walk, their steps guided by an unspoken connection that transcended time and memory. Ram couldn't deny the growing affection he felt for Y/n, and he knew that their journey of rediscovery was far from over.
As the day drew to a close, they returned to the bustling market, their hearts lighter and their bond stronger than ever. Ram had planted the seeds of remembrance, and he was determined to help Y/n unlock the secrets of her past.
Their love story, once forgotten, was now being rewritten in the pages of destiny, and neither of them could predict the adventures and challenges that lay ahead. But they faced the future with hope, knowing that their connection was a force that could overcome any obstacle.
And so, under the same golden sun that had witnessed their childhood promises, Ram and Y/n walked hand in hand, ready to embrace the unknown journey that awaited them—the journey of rediscovery, love, and a shared destiny.
As the days turned into weeks, their bond continued to deepen. Ram was a master of subtlety, never pushing Y/n too hard to remember but creating moments of connection that seemed almost like fate. He introduced her to the flavours of their land, sharing meals under the open sky and teaching her the art of cooking traditional dishes.
Y/n, in turn, found herself drawn to Ram in ways she couldn't explain. His smile warmed her heart, and his laughter was a melody that echoed in her dreams. She marvelled at his kindness, his unwavering support, and the way he made her feel cherished.
Ram stood in the midst of his fellow resistance members, their faces marked with determination and resolve. The British occupation had grown even more oppressive, and their village needed to band together to protect their way of life. As he listened to their strategies and plans for the days ahead, his mind wandered to thoughts of a different kind.
One of his comrades, a friend he had known for years, approached him during a brief lull in the discussion. "Ram," the man said, "have you heard about the Western Ball?"
Ram furrowed his brow, genuinely perplexed. "The Western Ball? What is that?"
His friend chuckled. "It's an event, Rama, a gathering where people dance to Western music. They say it's a lot of fun. It's happening in a nearby town soon."
Ram's curiosity was piqued. He had never heard of such an event before, but the idea of dancing and having fun was enticing. "Tell me more," he urged.
His friend explained, "It's a partner dance, Rama. You're supposed to bring a partner with you. The dances are quite lively and energetic. I thought you might be interested."
Ram's thoughts immediately turned to Y/n. The idea of taking her to a Western Ball filled him with excitement. It was a chance for them to create new memories and perhaps rekindle old ones.
That night, as he lay in his modest room, he couldn't help but dream about the possibility of inviting Y/n to the Western Ball. He imagined them dancing together under the stars, their laughter ringing out like music. The thought brought a smile to his face, and he knew he had to muster the courage to ask her.
But he also knew that Y/n's memory was a delicate subject, and he didn't want to rush or pressure her in any way. The journey of rediscovery they were on was a gradual one, and he was willing to be patient.
As he drifted off to sleep, he made a silent promise to himself. He would find the perfect moment to ask Y/n to be his partner at the Western Ball, and in doing so, he hoped to create a new chapter in their unfolding love story.
The day of the Western Ball had finally arrived, and Ram stood at the grand steps leading to the ballroom, adorned in a finely tailored suit that accentuated his strong, confident presence. His heart raced with anticipation as he waited for Y/n, his thoughts filled with the image of the woman who had become the center of his world.
As the ball's attendees glided past him, their elegant attire and radiant smiles creating an air of enchantment, Ram's eyes remained fixed on the entrance. He knew that tonight would be a turning point in their journey, a moment that held the promise of rediscovered love.
The grand ballroom lay ahead, its opulent decor bathed in a soft, golden glow from the crystal chandeliers above. Couples twirled gracefully across the polished dance floor, the music a symphony of joy and longing. The atmosphere was alive with the lilting strains of a waltz, a dance that had transcended generations.
And then, as if the universe had heard his silent plea, there she was. Y/n descended the staircase, her every movement a graceful symphony. She was a vision of elegance, draped in a luxurious sari that shimmered like moonlight on water. The fabric clung to her figure, accentuating her beauty and leaving him breathless.
Ram felt as though his heart had skipped a beat as he beheld her. He was instantly head over heels, his gaze capturing the radiance that seemed to emanate from her. Her eyes, like two pools of deep emotion, met his, and for a moment, the world around them faded into insignificance.
Taking a step forward, he extended his hand, his voice gentle yet filled with admiration. "Y/n, you look absolutely stunning."
Y/n's cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of pink as she placed her hand in his. Her nervousness was evident, but there was also a flicker of excitement in her eyes. "Thank you, Ram. You look quite dashing yourself."
Their fingers entwined, and Ram led her into the grand ballroom. The atmosphere was alive with the lilting strains of music, and couples swayed gracefully to the rhythm of the waltz. Ram guided Y/n onto the dance floor, and they joined the swirling dance, their movements synchronized in a beautiful duet.
The waltz was a dance of elegance and intimacy, its steps requiring trust and synchronicity between partners. As they glided across the floor, Y/n felt a connection growing between them. Her apprehension began to melt away, replaced by a sense of belonging she couldn't quite explain.
The notes of the waltz enveloped them, and Ram's eyes never left hers. He led her with grace and tenderness, his movements exuding a quiet confidence. Y/n followed his lead, her heart beating in time with the music, a rhythm that mirrored the awakening emotions within her.
However, in the midst of their dance, Y/n overheard a conversation from a nearby group of attendees. They spoke in hushed tones, their eyes focused on her sari. One of them mentioned that her outfit seemed out of place at such an event, causing her to feel self-conscious.
The insecurity that had haunted her since her memory loss surged forward, threatening to engulf her. Without a word, Y/n abruptly broke away from the dance and rushed out of the ballroom, leaving a bewildered Ram behind.
He watched her disappear into the night, panic coursing through his veins. Without a second thought, he followed, driven by the need to find her and reassure her.
Outside the grand ballroom, under the open night sky, Y/n stood alone. Her heart was heavy with a mix of emotions—excitement, insecurity, and a longing for the memories she had lost. She stared up at the stars, their shimmering brilliance reflecting the uncharted depths of her mind.
Amid the twinkling constellations, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to calm her racing thoughts. Ram had brought her to this magical night, filling her life with kindness and laughter, and she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable connection to him.
As she contemplated the enigmatic stranger who had walked into her life, slowly, like a dream returning from the depths of slumber, fragments of memories began to resurface. They were mere whispers at first, faint echoes of a past she had nearly forgotten.
She remembered a pair of warm, compassionate eyes that had gazed at her with unwavering devotion. She remembered laughter, shared secrets, and a promise made beneath a starry sky. She remembered love—pure and innocent, like the memories of childhood.
Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as fragments of their shared history began to coalesce, forming a vivid tapestry of moments spent with Ram. The uncertainty that had plagued her seemed to crumble away, replaced by a sense of clarity and purpose.
Unbeknownst to her, Ram had followed her out of the ballroom, his heart aching with worry. He spotted Y/n standing alone, her eyes fixed on the heavens, and he approached her with cautious steps.
As he drew near, Y/n turned to face him, her eyes glistening with tears. The moment their gazes met, it was as though the entire universe had aligned. For a long, breathless moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of their unspoken emotions hanging in the air. Recognition, love, and longing collided in their eyes, creating a bond that transcended the boundaries of time.
Without a word, Y/n leapt into Ram's arms, her heart overflowing with the overwhelming rush of memories that had returned. Her tears flowed freely as she clung to him, her voice trembling with emotion. "Ram, I remember. I remember everything."
Ram held her tightly, his own eyes moist with tears of joy. He gently wiped away her tears, his voice filled with tenderness and relief. "Y/n, my love, my heart has ached for you all these years. I've missed you so much."
Y/n poured her feelings out, her words a torrent of love and longing. "I love you, Ram. I love you more than words can express. And I missed you too, with every beat of my heart." Y/n buried her face in his chest, her body trembling with emotion. For a moment, they remained locked in a tight embrace, the world fading away as they clung to each other.
In the embrace of the night, under the watchful gaze of the stars, Y/n and Ram shared a kiss that sealed their destiny. It was a kiss filled with the promise of a love rekindled, of memories cherished, and of a future bathed in the light of their enduring bond.
Their love story, which had spanned the years and endured the trials of fate, had come full circle. The stars above them bore witness to the magic of their reunion, a testament to the power of love's enduring flame.
Finally, as the tears subsided and their hearts beat in unison, Y/n pulled away just enough to look into Ram's eyes. Her voice was a soft, trembling whisper. "Ram..."
He held her gaze, his own eyes moist with tears of joy and relief. "Y/n," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness and love.
And in that moment, words were no longer necessary. Y/n's heart was overflowing with love and memories, and she knew that she was where she belonged, in the arms of the man she had never truly forgotten.
Together, under the endless canopy of stars, they found their way back to each other, and in that reunion, they discovered a love that was as enduring as time itself.
And as the Western Ball continued behind them, Y/n and Ram danced under the moonlight, their hearts intertwined, and their souls forever united.
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bheem loves you. you know it, ram knows it, jenny knows it, malli knows and so do everyone around you and bheem. it is pretty evident. somehow, bheem doesn't still know.
he doesn't realise it's love when he walks behind you as he shows you around his forest, a fond smile on his face as you learn about everything belonging to his world with active interest.
he doesn't realise it's love when he wipes your plates a little more unconsciously before serving you food, shrugging when ram asks him about it. "she should have the cleanest plates anna, like the rest of us you know." ram nods, a small knowing smile on his face as he thumps bheem on his back and leaves.
he doesn't realise it's love when he makes garlands for your hair with the prettiest flowers, beaming as you smile at him in thanks, offering to put them in your hair himself. he does it with the utmost delicate hands too, admiring you as you admire your hair.
he doesn't realise it's love when he hugs you, breathing in your scent and staying there for a while, trying to map the feel of having you in his arms for as long as possible into his heart. you stay too, loving the warmth he radiates.
he doesn't accept that it's love when ram says it is. "it's just friendship," he insists as ram and jenny look at each other with exasperation on their faces. "trust me, that's all it is," he tries again as malli and sita stare at him blankly, tired of trying to talk sense to him. "that's what we are, right?" he asks you one day, and you don't say anything. but the way your shoulders drop a little and eyes lose a little of their glow doesn't go unnoticed by bheem. he always notices, it's you.
he doesn't accept it's love until he sees men looking at you, lust evident in their eyes and suddenly the image of you with anyone other than him begins to suffocate him; so much that he doesn't calm down until he beats up the guy following you around. he beats him till the man falls unconscious, till ram comes to pull him away, till he spots your tear-stained face.
bheem loves you, and he finally accepts it in front of you, holding you close to his heart. suddenly, it all fits like a puzzle, he feels like he learned to breathe for the first time, like colours were finally added into the world.
and no one rejoices more than ram about Bheem's realisation, because it means he could be a smug bastard for a lot longer.
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Akhtar looked on as Ram dug through his clothes in the cupboard. Folding his legs, he sat on the bed. "You don't have to."
"Shut up."
He sighed drumming his fingers on the wooden frame. He looked at the pool of perfectly clean and ironed shirts and pants around his feet.
"You better clean this up before Y/n sees it."
Sighing again, he leaned on his hand. Ram hummed distracted. This idiot is going to be in so much trouble.
"Ahaa!"
He blinked and turned his head just in time to get smacked by an undershirt in his face. "That could fit you."
Bheem looked at the white fabric in his hand. The first time Ram tried to dress him up was cute, second was fine, third was tolerable but now it was getting too much.
He didn't need to dress up and impress Jenny, outward appearances didn't matter to her. Ram was just an annoying bug who took this weird habit very seriously.
"I have this."
Bheem threw the undershirt back at Ram's head.
"Oh."
He smacked his head, Ram was now digging through another column. As cute as Ram's concern about his love life was, Bheem wasn't ready to be scolded Y/n.
All this mess was going to get Ram in trouble, he just knew it. Y/n would give him the worst stink eye while handing all these shirts and pants to be ironed again.
The saying 'gehu k saath ghun bhi pista' was haunting bheem. He was so going to be the ghun. He was going to be crushed along with the wheat like a bug.
"Bhai-"
He started, "you don't have to." It appeared his words fell on deaf ears. Ram neither turned nor hummed.
Before Bheem could think about how lucky he was, he heard faint sounds of payal. He flailed his arms from the bed to signal as if Ram's eyes were at the back of his head.
"Ye sb kya h?!"
Bheem scrambled to his feet and went to stand behind Y/n, "I didn't do anything."
"I can see."
He sighed quietly, in relief. Ram's frame was blocked by the cupboard. Bheem looked at the still shadow and barked a laugh, instantly forcing a cough to cover up.
"Ram?"
He quickly covered his face with a hand, he didn't know Ram was capable of squeaks. I told you to clean up.
Y/n looked at the floor, covered in all the clean and crumpled shirts and pants. "I- Why did you throw the ties? The ties, Ram? You couldn't slide them?"
She bent down to pick up the blue tie.
"Bhabhi, I promised I'd meet Jenny."
She hid a smile, they were really cute together. "Ha, have fun."
Finally Ram shut the doors and looked at her. In purple saree and few wayward strands framing her face, he couldn't make out the meaning of her relaxed expressions.
Her forehead was void of lines and eyebrows were in their natural arch, why on earth she had the tiniest smile on her lips. Where did she learn to keep her eyes empty? And when?
"..y/n?" He hopped over the pile he had created, skeptical of her. "Are- are you mad?"
"Why would I be mad?"
She pressed her lips harder and bit the inside of her lip. His eyes widened comically slow and his shoulders raised making his face jut out.
He didn't believe her. She had to be mad. How could she not be, this must be sarcasm.
"Look around, why wouldn't you be mad?"
He's right, she mused, but he's so cute. His wide eyes did a wonder on her everytime she looked into them.
Pursing her lips, she took a step towards him and he took one back. Her breath picked up a little, hesitantly she stepped forward one more time and he backed once again.
His heart picked pace, her eyes didn't stray away. Apprehension left his mind, replaced by- by a strange anticipation.
The playful gleam in her eyes left him completely breathless. Did she not realize what she did to his poor heart?
He kept taking tiny steps till his back hit the wall.
Y/n pouted, she was too short to cage him between the wall and her hands like he did to her. Her eyes slowly advanced down from his face and came to stop at the button he loved to leave open.
It's like he doesn't realize what he does to me.
Ram was almost certain he was hallucinating. His wife was pressed upto him and fiddling with his shirt's buttons, this had to be some kind of a dream. The brilliance on her face was the one he had only witnessed in his dreams.
"Why would I be mad, patidev?"
He gulped, suddenly feeling extremely hot. A whine bubbled to his throat of how she wasn't being fair to him. He dreaded this would be too much and his patience would snap.
"Say na.."
Her voice went pierced his heart like an arrow from Manmatha's quiver. He clenched and unclenched his fingers on the side.
'I, uh.. you-"
His stomach flipped and he gulped, awaiting what she'd do next.
Y/n grazed his skin lightly with her nails, enjoying the pleasant view of him shivering.
Her heart thrummed against her ribcage- hair falling on his forehead, his lips slightly ajar and eyes unfocused. She felt sparks under her skin.
"I'm not mad."
He felt her hand trace his collar before she tugged on it, pulling him down. "How can I be mad at my chand? My pati? My parmeshwar?"
She bit back a giggle and ran her fingers through his short hair, massaging his scalp. Ram sighed, eyes fluttering in relaxation.
"I'm not mad because you will clean the mess you made."
Her lips grazed the shell of his ear, unable to resist, his eyes clenched and his heart flipped, the desire to hold her flush against him was rising with each passing second. All Ram could feel was the warm breath, her chest almost pressed against his, her scent cast a charm on him.
Y/n slowly retracted herself and took a few steps back before his eyes opened and the fog cleared. With shaking feet she took a step back, his eyes widened, she knew she had messed with him.
Fast as lightning, she turned and ran out of the room with Ram hot on her heels. Her feet thudded against the floor, laughter chimed through the house.
Her loose hair flew behind her in ripples, hands lifting the saree a bit and she looked back to see him at an arm's length.
Y/n squeaked and circled around the buckets huddled near the handpump, behind the sack of wheat and the dining table. Narrowly missing him, she ran back towards their room.
His eyes followed her, a familiar feeling simmered in his chest. He took long strides and finally grasped her arm, turning her face to him.
She gasped suddenly feeling her feet trip on air, yelping Y/n tried to brace herself against his frame.
Ram was out of breath and unsuspecting. Instinctively his arms circled around her waist, pulling her over him as they fell on the bed.
Legs hanging from the bed, they stayed there for a minute trying to catch their breath. She curled up on his side.
Ram wrapped his arm around her frame and pulled her half over him. He looked at the ceiling through the flimsy curtains.
Finally, his heart calmed down and the thudding in his ears dulled into nothing, allowing him to listen to her steady breaths.
Floral scent wafted from her freshly washed hair. She was busy drawing small circles over his shirt. Cool breeze entered through the window.
"Do we have to?"
Y/n chortled, hiding her face. "Yes, we do."
Soft curls brushed against his cheek as she tried to get up. He fought the urge to pull her back to him.
She looked at her her husband, sprawled on the bed like a starfish and snorted. Her eye twitched again when she looked at the cupboard.
"I wasn't joking, you're the one who's going to clean his mess."
Her voice broke through his musings, he sat up and stretched his limbs as if he woke from a slumber.
"But-"
"No buts. I wont touch this at all."
He supposed it was only fair. Ram began collecting all the clothes on the floor and bundled them up on a chair.
"This?"
He looked at the red saree and shook his head. "You've complained it's too heavy before. We'll be there for a few hours, wear something light."
She rummaged through the stacks of silk and cotton again and pulled a beautiful yellow saree with green border. Taking out the blouse, she started walking towards the adjacent room.
It pinched her heart how they were still so far apart. Closer than they had ever been, sure but for some reason the fact that they still didn't have the comfort to change in the same room bothered her.
Most married couples had that, even the ones who barely tolerated each other then why couldn't her and Ram have that. She hoped some God heard her.
Tucking in the hip pleats, she reflected on last few months.
Once done with the saree, she went back in the room to see Ram on the bed, his undershirt was splayed on the side and he was just in his pants.
She gasped remembering the last time she saw him sitting like this, he didn't look mad- soothing herself she walked towards him.
Unpinned shoulder pleats opened and her pallu fell to her elbow, creating a drape. She stopped a couple steps away from the bed, "Ram?"
It seemed as if he didn't hear her. Y/n took a step forward and kept a hand on his shoulder gingerly.
"Ha?"
She sighed inadvertently, "where were you lost?"
"Nowhere." He shook his head, looking down.
Ram thought about his people back in the village, he remembered his promise. It pained him. He couldn't meet them till he fulfilled it.
Bed dipped beside him.
Y/n silently rubbed his arm, feeling the muscles ripple under her palm. "Do you not want to go? I can make any excuse next time I see Charu."
Her cousin, Charu was married in the same city as her. She had been pestering Y/n to visit her with Ram. Finally giving in, they decided to pay her cousin a visit in the evening.
"No! No.. I just- I haven't been to a relative's home in so long."
I haven't been to my relatives home in so long. She heard what he meant. Fighting the urge to shift closer, she continued the light caress, mapping the taut skin, the tension.
"We don't have to- if you really don't want to, we won't go. I don't mind, me and her aren't close anyways."
He looked at her, finally seeing the arch of eyebrow flatten and her forehead crinkle in worry. He only found sincerity in her eyes. He just wanted to stay at home and sleep.
Sleep.
He snorted remembering the time when he used to function on mere two hours of rest.
"What?"
Ram leant forward, resting his chin on his locked hands. "Nothing." His eyes crinkled in humor when she lightly smacked his arm, "acha acha.. I just remembered how I used to stay awake at nights."
The white sheer curtains blew with the wind, she smiled as well. Her gaze traveled from his face to the shining silver chain.
Y/n hooked her arms with his, drawing it closer to her bosom and rested against his shoulder, "so we should cancel?"
His heart fluttered, feeling her soft skin graze his. It took everything in him to stay still and suppress the shivers.
"No, let's go."
She stayed silent, just breathing silently, his mind wandered to their engagement.
She sat back straight, stretching out the moment before they would get up. He bit back an embarrassing sigh as she shuffled to the mirror.
Eyes hooded, with a lazy smile on his face he looked at her frame, longing for her. There was nothing he wanted more than to pull her in his arms. Straightening his back, Ram didn't break the stare.
Whenever he looked at her, it felt as if a haze descended on him. For that instant, that moment the world vanished in smoke. He relished the sweet view, committing the way her plump lips stretched, the way her eyes spoke to him- to his memory.
He saw how she shifted on her feet while brushing her hair, feeling the his flutter a little more when she swept them on a side baring the side of her neck.
His chest constricted and before he knew she was gasping in surprise. He caught her in an embrace, his arms around her waist.
Y/n was too focused on the electrifying grip, too distracted to form words for a few moments. Her heart tried to catch up with the beats lost because of him.
His facial hair tickled her neck as he pressed her back to himself and resting his chin on her shoulder. Unable to understand what he was doing, she simply held onto his hands locked in front of her.
Her throat refused to work, she looked in the mirror. Barely able make out the expression on his face she ran her fingers over his hands. All she saw was his hair falling on the forehead and his eyes, closed.
A slow shy grin formed on her lips as her fingers found their way to his face, cupping it lightly.
"Kya hua?"
She felt his cheeks lift in a smile, "I missed you." He whispered back making her heart soar.
Her eyes closed happily, indulging in his affections. Her breath hitched, feeling the tip of his fingers slowly caress her waist. Turning her head, she pressed a small, oddly angled kiss in his hair. I love you.
Comb was long forgotten on the floor, sun slowly inched behind the leaves. He felt every ounce of his body combusting, feeling the comfort as she combed through his hair.
He almost choked, wishing he could tell her how he felt. Ram imagined telling her one day, telling her how his heart beat for her, how his eyes searched for her, how he felt a strange pain whenever she wasn't around.
In his wildest dreams, she loved him back. In his half awake fantasies he could kiss her.
God how he wished he could kiss her..
When had he turned into such a lover.
He couldn't remember the time when he didn't wake up to her shining brown eyes. As much as kohl brought out her eyes, he absolutely loved seeing them bare.
I love you.
One day I'll tell you, thinking so he lay a chaste kiss on her temple.
He sighed in disbelief, the day he gathered enough courage didn't seem close. Squeezing her lightly one more time, he loosened the grip. He didn't want to let go.
Pressing his face in her neck one more time, he took a step back.
Y/n almost whimpered at the loss of contact. If he was trying to convince of her to stay home, he had succeeded.
"I'll get ready."
Her eyes widened like saucers, he couldn't seriously be expecting her to walk out of the home right after he threw her brain in a frenzy.
Overcome by lethargy, she grabbed the back of his unbuttoned shirt, "some other time? Please?"
She watched his eyebrows arch and a knowing smile form on his face.
"Next time her husband pesters me, I'm blaming you."
Giggling, she couldn't help but wrap her arm around his broad shoulders, "You're the best!"
He couldn't help but laugh audibly either. He had married an absolute sweetheart. His fingers worked on closing the lower buttons as she swayed them lightly.
"Mhm, now what do you want for dinner?"
"What?"
He turned to her, breaking away from her embrace a bit, "what do you want for dinner? I'll get it."
Her eyes gleamed, "kachori!"
Hastily he tucked in the shirt and went out.
Y/n followed him to the door before switching on the lights. She collapsed on the chair like a heap, relaxed and happy.
She was glad that they didnt inform her cousin beforehand, nothing could have saved her then.
After waiting patiently for an hour or so there was a knock finally. She all but rushed to the door.
Securing the latch behind him, Ram handed her the bag. "Here."
"Go change, I'll set the table."
She watched him walk into the harsh yellow light. Leaves rustled above her, reflections from the metal containers laying around cast a glow on the veranda.
Changing weather bought with it a sense of tranquility. Her feet tingled in delight.
Basking in the feeling for a second, her feet rushed towards the kitchen. The packets were hot under her palm, she simply pulled out the plates and took out the contents from the paper bags.
She found an extra packet in the larger cloth bag. It wasn't warm, curious, she opened it.
Her eyes twinkled seeing the milkcakes. She loved them.
Just as she set down the plates, Ram walked out in his worn out yellow kurta. Y/n rolled her eyes.
"How long till you throw this away? Some of the rags are in better condition than this." She complained loudly.
He simple shrugged and muttered, "it's comfortable."
She imagined it was, it was a shame she couldn't pester him, he looked really good in that.
They ate in silence, enjoying the cold evening. After the harsh summers and relentless rains, these evenings felt like a blessing.
"Do you want something?"
She asked in between the morsels and waited as he hesitated and considered.
"No."
Y/n gave him another second. He quickly pointed to the chutney, asking for more.
She pressed her lips, biting back a fond smile. He loved coriander chutney.
"There's more right?" He asked quietly, she almost 'aww-ed' at how adorable he sounded.
"Haan."
Once again they lapsed in comfortable silence.
When both of them were done, she washed the utensils and he gathered up stuff lying around and locked the main door, as per their usual routine.
"I'm going up for a bit."
She simply hummed, focusing on the ash-y soap. It felt less irritating as her forehead was merely damp opposed to the usual dripping sweat.
Wiping her hands, she used the pallu to dab her face and pushed the loose strands behind her ear. Leaving the bulb in the living room on, she picked a handfan and went up.
She felt a dull ache in her calves, exhaustion finally setting in. Her shoulders drooped, her hands flailed a little on sides and she threw her head back.
Ram turned to the side startled as she plopped down on the swing. Chuckling, he took the fan from her kept it aside. Winds were pleasant. For the first time in months he liked how moonlight felt sheetal on his skin.
Stretching a little, he kept his arm over the blunt edges of the swing liking how Y/n immediately leaned against it. He gripped the metal to stop himself from curling his arm and bringing her to his chest.
Clouds approached from distance, he looked on- his eyes zeroing on the ominous looking tree in midst of the garden.
He knew she wasnt asleep, she was fiddling with a thread on his kurta. He remembered how she teased him earlier.
"You see that tree?"
Srunching her eyebrows, she looked at him and followed his sight to a tree. "Yes?"
No leaves. It looked cadaverous.
Ram hid a grin, "you remember that kid who jumped from the sixth floor in the next lane?"
"Haan. What about him?"
"It is said, he took shelter under that tree one stormy night and ever since he kept seeing a lady in white saree and sindoor over her face everywhere. Fed up of the mutilated visions, he jumped."
He angled his body towards her, biting his lip to keep a straight face.
Discomfort weaved through her, "what? Nonsense, none of this happens."
She hoped he didn't pick up the affirmative defense, she really hoped he didn't pick up on the fact that it was fake. Being a believer was such a pain when fate didn't bless you with courage.
Eyes widening like saucers, "Areyy it's not nonsense. A kid lost his life, how can you say it's nonsense?" He quipped loudly.
The gears of her brain turned, it worked to keep her from being scared. Y/n scoffed, not believing his story, "it could be that he was seeing things that weren't there. It happens."
Moon shone in the sky behind them. The shadows of balcony pricked her nerves. Back of the swing faced the room's window. A tiny flame burning on the table far from them didn't do much to illuminate the dark.
"Acha if it isn't true then why did your cousin keep hearing weird noises in the room right next to the peepal tree?"
Ram giggled on the inside, he knew it wasn't just her cousin who heard those screeches, "tell me, why the room next to the peepal?"
Dogs howled on the street. Shifting, she put a leg up, attempting to be discreet.
"We were kids!"
He could melt in a puddle, why did his wife had to look so adorable. Y/n almost let out an anxious exhale, her eyes darted to the room.
As the moon climbed, the shadows in the balcony grew stronger. She cursed the flickering flame of the candle. Did it have to flicker now? Why did her peripheral have to catch that?
"You know Mahesh? The guy I work with? Doors in his house keep unlocking on their own. How do you explain that?"
A bird chirped on their neem tree. It felt weird, wrong even, to hear birds around midnight. She looked at the dark leaves, cursing softly she folded both legs under her and shifted to face Ram.
He told her months ago, how locked doors opened with a loud bang at midnight at Mahesh's house. No burglar would make such a noise, and no one would open every single door and window, all at the same time.
"Must have been wind."
He put on a slightly quiet and deep tone, "wind? Wind was what your grandmother saw when she saw feet near the main door at two in the morning?"
Reminding her of the incident a few months ago, he looked forward flippant. Shuffle of fabric made way to his ears, when he looked at her again, her hand over the swing was no longer there but tucked at the front, her back didn't face the room anymore.
She remembered hearing a loud scream at the dead of night few days after their wedding. Suppressing a shudder she pulled her shoulders back, "it was dark, it could have been something else."
Gulping the knot in her throat, she argued weakly- adamant on keeping her dignity. Of course she knew what he was doing, this jerk, and she refused to loose.
"Tell that to poor girl who almost fell from stairs in the school."
"What girl?"
Ram pointed to a tall building visible faintly, "it is said a girl passed away from a severe asthma attack when her classmates bullied her, a few days ago a girl saw her wandering in the hall near stairs. Poor kid almost fell to her death."
She dithered, unable to repress the sudden quiver in her muscles, "sounds to me like she scared herself, nothing else."
The false bravado didn't fool him. He noticed how she curled up a little more with each instance he narrated. Mirth swam in his eyes.
"It isn't a trick of mind if someone else corroborates similar incidents, meri jaan. You know, the group of girls who bullied her see her, even often get tugged and scratched, inexplicably."
Y/n felt annoyance creep on her, she slapped his arm, "shouldn't you have less than little faith in those girl's stories, you know being a police officer?"
He didn't fully believe but then again, time had taught him to not be so dismissive of such matters.
"Okay, let me tell you what happened at the place I lived in before."
He too put up his feet and faced her. "Soo, it actually happened, like I'm not making this up."
Leaning in a conspiratorial fashion, he kept a hand over the back support of swing. "You've met the landlord right? He had fairly big family- him, his wife, their two sons and a girl. This happened during her wedding ceremonies."
She didn't know whether to believe him, he was clearly doing this to scare her. Her heart beat in suspense nevertheless.
"I lived in the room across the hall, it was the day of her haldi ceremony. Everything was going fine, relatives were swarming the house, kids were creating a ruckus, girls and boys were dancing to dholak and songs- it.. it was beautiful."
He smiled, for a second forgetting that he was supposed to be focusing on the build up and suspense.
"She was so happy, Chitra.. "
She was.. until she wasn't. He felt a pinch in his heart, remembering how their happiness was snatched within seconds.
"They were putting her in a normal saree but she.. she insisted on a white one with golden border! I don't think I saw her happier ever.."
Y/n looked on with an identical smile, it sounded like a fond recollection. She saw how his eyes unfocused and he dived in the memories, he wasn't making it up, she realized.
"Really?"
"Yeah! You know who was happier? Her younger brother," he huffed out a laugh, that rowdy kid. "He's a passionate kid, you know. His innocence was taken from him too soon."
For reasons different from Ram but he understood the loss, nonetheless.
"Right so, they were happy and then a man came running, yelling and sobbing, tripping over stones. He told them how Chitra's uncle, her father's elder brother had passed away that morning..."
Smiles from their faces dropped faster than a raindrop hitting earth.
"Girls who have been touched by haldi aren't supposed to step out without blessed thread on their wrist or on empty stomach. Chitra- she forgot everything the second his body was bought out in the lane for antim darshan, she cried and ran out without the thread."
He was there, he saw her coming down the stairs, screaming. He didn't stop her.
"She loved him, he was her favorite uncle, he was the one who fought for her education. She couldn't bear the loss, when she saw him- draped in yellow sheet and tied to bamboo ladder. All the rules- she didnt care. Dropping beside him," Ram gulped, the scene playing vividly before his eyes. "She hugged him, begged him to wake up. It was her wedding, he had to be there for var puja, jaimala, he had to be there for her kanyadaan."
Y/n kept a hand on his knee.
"Yeah, so she wailed and cried till they had to take him. Perhaps the grief was too much, the family forgot that she had been near him without protection. They were too eager to marry her off, they didn't see fit to wait for thirteen days before hosting an auspicious occasion in their house."
If only he had spoke up, Ram thought.
"A few days after her wedding, her husband dropped her home saying she was behaving crazily. Everyone was confused, Chitra had a stable head on her shoulders. Anyways, all the confusions were cleared two days later when she spoke for the first time."
Snorting, he thought back to that night when he had come home late and saw a group of people huddled near their portion of house.
"Her eyes were inhumanly wide, like they'd pop right out and she behaved strange. Some kid said, she was screaming wildly and grumbling."
He looked at his wife, she seemed freaked out, he had been frazzled too.
"This continued for a few days, several doctors, pandits and just about everyone was called. No doctor could conclude what happened to her, no prayers by pandit worked, she was still behaving amazingly crazy."
Y/n shifted a little closer, looking back for a split second.
"The entire building was scared, families living on rent had asked their kids to stay away. Everyone slept on the terrace huddled together, all the residents were convinced that there was something wrong with her. Then one day," He took a second to breathe a disbelieving laugh.
"Then one day, she called her mother in her room. Since aunty was scared, she took me and two other people with her. Chitra said, 'there is someone standing at the stairs downstairs, ask him to move away or I'll kill him.' We all scrambled out to see if there was someone-"
Y/n leaned forward, squeezing his arm, "and? Was there?"
"Her elder brother was standing at the last step, talking to a guy. We all screamed at him to leave that space and when he did, we ran back to her room. She looked somewhere on the wall emptily and chuckled, getting up. Without a word she went down and laid on the cot in the sun."
She looked sideways, seeing the candle blow out with a final flicker and immediately clutched his arm tighter. He saw slight tremors in her frame. He had been surprised and scared out of his mind as well, whatever it was, Chitra had terrified them all.
"Her family didn't waste a single more second and rushed her to mehendipur wale Balaji."
Goosebumps erupted all over, and in a breathy squeak she asked, "then? Then what? Is she okay? Or is she still?"
"Oh no, when they came back, she was still a little unsettled, but they visited the temple regularly till she became normal. She's fine now, has a baby. She did tell that it was her uncle's spirit."
Y/n could only whisper a small oh.
"Still think none if this happens?"
He laughed as she pressed herself in his shoulder and muttered a no.
"Let's go now, it's too late and stay with me, isn't this the hour when ghosts lurk openly?"
She smacked his arm, "Shut up," Whining as he chortled again, at her shaky words.
"Acha acha, devi ab nhi hasunga. Let's go now?"
His lips stretched in a wide grin as she clung to his arm when they walked.
Reaching the stairs, she stopped in the track, "I'm gonna go first." Y/n suppressed the urge to knock him over head when his shoulders shook in humor, she was far too scared.
He trailed behind watching his wife run to their room and hide beneath the thin covers.
Switching off the bulb, he climbed in, feeling a strange happiness as she snuggled into him. "Just- just don't let go okay?" Y/n took his hand, kept it over herself and held it.
Ram smiled, looking at their hands, "never." He kissed her head before dragging her closer and caging her in his arms, secure.
It's really a miracle how i wrote this everytime my brain had been overworked to death and i couldnt sleep because my body ached. Tbh i think my state really reflects on this piece as there's isn't really a coherence here.. chile anyways I hope it saves you from boredom for a few minutes. If you see any mistake pls forgive it, i was falling asleep when i proofread lmao.
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Edit :: feedback? Because likes don't tell me if you want to read stuff like this or not. 😭 Too long? Too short? Too boring? Too generic? Whatever you feel tell me
A/N: Sorry ji, sorry for posting after such a long time — and I would like to apologize for the poorly written try at a steamy scene. It’s my first time writing it.
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Growing up in a home where Freedom fighters were frequently sheltered, Y/N has seen a lot of things. Seen things that kids should never be exposed to. However, Y/N was unfazed by it; in fact, it strengthened her resolve to bring down the British.
But. For the first time in her life, Y/N is scared. Scared not for herself, but for the man in front of her. The man, who lives next door to her. the man with whom she shares her meals. The man, who has warmed a place in her heart.
Ram. Her Ram is covered in wounds all over his body, his eyes swollen from what looks like a blunt force. His uniform covered in blood, ripped off and torn apart.
As he limps closer to her, Y/N examines the bruises that litter his handsome face. Blood trickles down every inch of his face, and it physically hurts her.
Without a second thought, Y/N is supporting Ram upright. She places Ram’s arm around her shoulder, and uses her other hand to hold his hand.
A million questions swirl in her head, yet she knows that now is not the time. She needs to get Ram’s wounds treated and get him to his bedroom.
“Y/N?” Ram’s voice is barely a whisper, but with the intimacy between the two, Y/N can hear him clearly.
In his subconscious state, Ram manages to peer at Y/N, noticing the worried look on her face. It is clear that she is shaken by the sight of him like this, but he cannot do anything about that. He wasn’t in the state to do anything, but watch.
Watch as she struggles to hurl him to his bedroom. As his weight sags from losing his equilibrium, he watches as she runs into doors and walls. Watches as he almost crushes her with his body weight.
As he senses the comforting sensation of his bed underneath him, Ram feels a little more stable. Due to his weight, Ram somehow manages to pull Y/N down with him.
Now, with Y/N over him on the bed, Ram cannot help himself but admire her beauty as the two become more and more engaged in a passionate eye lock.
Ram gently approaches Y/N while lifting a battered hand and moving a curl behind her ear. She was warm in contrast to his icy touch.
Ram's chilly fingertips brush Y/ N's warm cheeks, sending a shudder up her spine. When his left hand touches her left cheek, she can't help but lean into his touch.
“Ram?”
Ram might not be in the correct frame of mind, because it is inconceivable that he would have felt the urge to ravage Y/N only because she spoke his name.
Her lips. Oh, how he starts to get closer to them, his pulse racing with the need to taste those cupid's lips. Something dark swirls inside Ram when he realizes that he wants to see them swollen from his kisses.
The same darkness carries over to how Ram wants to spend every night ravaging her voluptuous body. Make sure she can’t walk in the morning from being with him. Mark her body so she knows she belongs to him.
Him. He wants her to belong to him. Only him. He wants her to only pay attention to him. Care only about him.
Ram’s bruised hand travels from Y/N’s cheeks, to her waist. Y/N trembles and her breath catches in her throat. "Ram?"
With awareness of his injuries, Y/N lifts her hand and lays it on his face, brushing her thumb down the delicate edge of his mouth. Her probing eyes linger for a while over his, searching for any indications of pain or discomfort.
With a hazy mind, Ram begins to rubs circle on her waist, lazy fingers trailing down the length of her sternum. Her skin prickles at the touch, and Ram melts at the moan he draws from her.
The moon witness their intimacy, blowing gentle breeze with an intoxicating scent. The rain that pours matches the rhythm of their hearts.
The sheets tangle with their legs and the bedsheet crumbles when Ram slowly turns the two over, with Ram on top and Y/N beneath him.
Ram doesn’t whether it is the pain from his injuries or his feelings for Y/N that make carnal desires to course through his body at the sight of Y/N under him.
With half lidded eyes, Y/N swallows, peering deeply into his eyes.
His eyes which are a puzzle to his soul. The puzzle that once you solve it, you have access to his soul that shoulders many burdens. All through the window of his eyes.
A puzzle that Y/N is willing to solve. A burden is ready to help him out with. A window that she is ready to peer through. All to get a look at his beautiful soul.
The sight of Y/N gulping latches Ram’s eyes to her neck. A hiss escapes his lips when he finds a small black mole on the side of her neck; presumably her sweet spot.
Ram drags his hand over the lenght of Y/N’s stretched arms, intertwining his hands with hers, almost binding her to spot with his tight grip.
The translucent curtains dance to the winds of kama, casting the perfect veil of privacy and security on the couple.
Ram tries, yet fails to control himself from lowering his face into her neck. His hot breathing fanning her hair away from the neck.
A chortled falls from Y/N’s lips just as Ram’s beard comes in contact with the skin under her chin. He feels Y/N shift below him, her hand tightening her grip on his.
Ram’s lips peck tenderly over the small mole on her neck, her breath catching in her throat. “Ram…”
Ram watches as Y/N’s eyes roll back into her head when she experiences pleasure like she has never before. It only urges him more, fueling the fire of his desire for her.
Continuing with his task, Ram peppers Y/N’s soft neck with kisses, tender and gentle — some feeling like a brush of his lips against her skin.
The moonlight, the rain, and the wind all are witnesses to the two lovers burning in the fire of their passion and true love.
Letting the souls unite is the task of tonight’s romantic weather. Fire and Earth coming together to help one’s ferocity and the other’s gentleness.
However, it seems that the Gods have other plans. It seems that tonight is not the best night for the reunion of Fire and Earth, when water isn’t in the equation of their lives.
So when Y/N, who was previously feeling a knot of pleasure in her stomach, feels a sudden weight thump on top of her, it startles her out of her sensual state.
Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N is faced with the sight of a mop of black hair. Lifting her head, she notices the sleeping form of Ram on top of her.
His head is nestled in the crook of her neck, one of his hand intertwined with her own and the other underneath, wrapped around her waist. His legs lay between the partition of her own legs.
Sighing heavily, Y/N lets her arm swaddle the back of Ram’s head, softly scratching his hair on the back.
Turning her head to side, she watches as the moon filters the beauty of her face. Under the noor and protection of the chand, she closes her eyes, slipping into slumber.
The strings of their lives becoming more interesting with the moon’s light as its beautiful witness.
Dhaage Tod Lao
Chandani ke Noor ke
A/N: Please Chapal mat marna, I only know how to write this much smut for now. When I learn I promise I will write more.
