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*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ — holiday ask meme ! — ･ﾟ✧ ˖ ˙ ♡ *

send 🎄 for our muses to decorate the christmas tree together .

send 🌿 for our muses to be caught under mistletoe .

send ⛄️ for our muses to build a snowman together .

send ❄️ for our muses to be caught indoors due to a snowstorm .

send 🛩 for your muse to surprise mine by making it home for the holidays .

send 🍪 for our muses to bake cookies for santa together .

send 🎁 for my muse to try & guess what yours got them for christmas .

send 🙈 for our muses to stay up waiting for santa .

send 🥶️ for our muses to warm up by cuddling close to a fire .

send 💝 for my muse to give yours a handmade gift .

#holiday ask meme

nightprompts

&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( we love angst on this blog, what can we say. here’s some more dialogue prompts for you. a warning for potentially triggering themes below. )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜

#writing prompts

chaandaniya

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rani-padmavati

Deepika Padukone in Philosophy di Lorenzo Serafini at the 2019 Cannes Film Festival

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kiran

Kiran knew that Jhanvi was far better at handling complications than she was. Her ability to separate her emotions from what their family needed was impeccable. She had done it years ago after all, having the man she loved so dearly sent away because he was a threat to their safety. And Kiran commended her, knowing that at the end of the day, her older sister would do anything if it meant securing the safety of the Yashvardhan family. She also knew that her tiff wasn’t actually with Jhanvi. It wasn’t like anyone else compared the two sisters and Kiran had never done it either. But recent events had caused her mind to wander, and seeing how her sister had managed to take care of the situation without even needing to consult Kiran, well it only added to those comparisons. She was left thinking of how easily Jhanvi would have handled the situation with Damien as well and all those internal revelations were causing her to lash out at her sister who, by any measure, hadn’t really done anything too wrong. “Maybe you should wonder why that is. Maybe it was because I know the second I say anything, you’d jump in and take care of it. If it was anything I really couldn’t handle, I would have come to you. I’m not so stubborn that I’d endanger our entire family just for the sake of my pride.” Those words would continue to ring in her ears for hours after the argument, a reminder at how hypocritical she was, how much of a liar she was. Because her pride had endangered her entire family. At the moment however, her sister’s words were hitting all the right buttons with Kiran, making her angrier than she had been when she came in.

It was probably too much to expect that her sister would ever admit that maybe she had done something wrong by going behind Kiran’s back and taking care of her problem. Just like Kiran would never admit that everything Jhanvi was saying was true to a degree. She had been taking things too lightly because she was too preoccupied with her own adventures to pay attention to the growing problem in her assigned role. The real issue Kiran now took was how confident Jhanvi seemed to be that the youngest Yashvarhdan wouldn’t be able to handle the issue on her own. Given the number of times she kept repeating that she wanted to handle it before it became a mess, there was no mistaking it. It was not a matter of if but when. So to her, even if her sister was just reacting in anger, it did seem to be true that no one in their family seemed to trust her with anything. They were just humoring her, giving her something to pass the time. Or maybe they just wanted her to stay at the front, handle the menial tasks so that the more important dealings could be left to the more competent children. Kiran knew she was projecting all the feelings she had towards her parents onto her sister who, in her eyes, had betrayed her. The one person she thought actually believed in her, the one person she thought would support the choices she made, proved she was no different from the rest. “Yes, that’s what I want. I want you to leave me to deal with my own messes!” Kiran was being unreasonable and maybe a part of her knew that. But in the moment, her emotions were in overdrive and she couldn’t see beyond her point of view. And it was infuriating that Jhanvi couldn’t seem to understand why this was so important to her. Surely she should know that Kiran wasn’t the type to just get up in arms about every little thing. Or maybe that was what she thought. It wouldn’t be that inconceivable that in her older sister’s eyes, Kiran was still just a child who threw tantrums and didn’t know what to do with herself. “Or just relieve me of my phony title and responsibilities and handle it all yourself. But please di, don’t pretend like you’ll trust me to handle it while going behind my back and moving on your own.”

Jhanvi didn’t understand Kiran’s point right now, she thought the other girl would’ve actually been thankful that Jhanvi had stepped in when she had. If she hadn’t—who knew how bad it could’ve gotten. But of course, as always—Kiran couldn’t se that. She’d only see the negative part that without telling her Jhanvi had cleaned up her mess. Sh didn’t really get what the big deal was, but she wasn’t going to sit here and take this in her own apartment form her own sister. “You don’t tell me anything for a reason..” Jhanvi stated before shaking her head. “You always think you’re fully capable of handling everything yourself and no one is saying you can’t, but you’re not experienced in all of this Kiran! I’ve been in this world a lot longer than you have, and I can read the warning signs a lot clearer than you can. Why can’t you just admit that? And acknowledge that while you didn’t like the way I did what I did—you know it was the right thing to do.” She took a deep breath, not missing the words Kiran said and shaking her head. “I know you wouldn’t do that—but it looked like you weren’t thinking clearly about this threat, and before it actually became something we had to take care of in another way, I figured it was best to tackle it. Should I have talked to you about it? No, and do you know why? Because ultimately I was doing what was right and when you’re thinking clearly—you’ll see that too.”

Hearing Kiran’s words about choosing to handle her own problems herself—it was unnerving, not because she didn’t think Kiran would do it, she figured the girl would very clearly attempt it—but if it backfired, it would be all of them on the line, and Jhanvi hadn’t sacrificed so much to let a silly mistake take their family down. Still, she’d do as the girl asked—letting one of their brothers deal with her instead now because as much as Jhanvi had tried to be there for Kiran, stepping into the role their mother had almost neglected at times—she hadn’t expected this to be the return gift she got. “Fine—you take on your own shit and dal with it. Because you and I both know that while I am more than capable of taking on your responsibilities, Papa wants to help you learn how to handle your things yourself. Good thing I didn’t tell him how you’ve been neglecting them huh? And I won’t tell him but if you feel the need to run to him and let him know how I jumped into save you from making a mistake, feel free to do so.” What Jhanvi really did hate the most though, was fighting with her siblings. They were always supposed to be functioning as one unit, all four of them and it was becoming increasingly evident lately that it wasn’t happening that way. She could tell from this one conversation alone how much animosity Kiran harboured towards her and the way she handled her hotel and the other dealings that took place with her behind closed doors. She understood Kiran’s drive to want to learn more about it, and take on more—but if she couldn’t even handle something this simple—why would they give her even more to deal with? It made no sense and quite frankly, Jhanvi was done trying to pacify her sister. “I tried to explain to you whey I had to do what I did—but if you’re not even bothering to listen, or even understand…this conversation is over from my side.” She leaned against the island in her kitchen, watching the other to see what Kiran would say or do. Because at this point—she was exhausted from fighting with her baby sister and needed her to leave so Jhanvi could release her anger and frustration about the situation in privacy.

#(( interactions . ))#(( with kiran . ))

weston

Jhanvi should’ve hated how easily he managed to press just the right buttons to get her going, but she supposed that came with their frequent meetings, and the fact that both of them were quite vocal in regards to what worked with one another and what didn’t. For instance, Weston was well aware that while she allowed him to be dominant over her at times, it seldom lasted long. Tonight as a very rare exception, one that the man should really be quite thankful for. Still, he didn’t make her regret allowing him that upper hand this time, and that was proven with how insistent he was in ensuring that she was fully satisfied before they got to this part.

“Shut up,” she told him breathlessly, her nails digging into his skin before she gasped at the way his hands were moving all over her, his lips leaving little marks in their trail. She didn’t really need any words to get her going but with Weston, she enjoyed making it seem like she did, if only so he’d be more vocal and she could see that this was just as much of a stress relief for him as it was for her. Because really—especially tonight, that’s all it was. It was a way for her to distract herself from the numerous things plaguing her and Weston was as always a very willing participant. The way she managed to make him moan was always her favourite, because it reminded her that no matter how stoic he tried to behave—she could have him let go of that at least in the privacy of their respective bedrooms. A smirk was on her lips as she felt him hold her roughly, his thrusts becoming more furious, more needy until she felt him peaking, around the same time as she was. But Jhanvi was determined to ride this one out as long as she could. His lips were on hers once more, and she was kissing him back with equal fervour, groaning into the kiss at the feel of his fingertips digging into her skin.

When he finally fell on top of her, albeit nicely as to not throw his full weight on her, she only grinned at him, still working on catching her breath while she covered herself with the bedsheets, deciding to reach for her robe later. “I have to say—that since you figured I had ulterior motives in taking advantage of you—you fulfilled your purpose beautifully.” Jhanvi was teasing him of course, but again—it came easy to the both of them, another reason she always felt so comfortable around the man.

#(( interactions . ))#(( with weston . ))#nsfw

weston

There weren’t many people around who could actually tell Jhanvi Yashvardhan to stop talking and live to get away with it—clearly Weston Maddox was one of them though. She took his advice and allowed herself to just feel everything he was giving her to experience. It was getting harder for her to regain control on her being though as he continued the way he was. His lips were on every inch of her exposed skin and Jhanvi knew she was going to burst with need if he didn’t do something about it son enough. His fingers were still playing with her center while all she wanted to do was pull him closer to herself and have him give her what she really wanted now. But she knew being patient was worth it where he was concerned and so she struggled in keeping her mouth shut, the occasional whine escaped her with the way he kissed her as if he was trying hard to eliminate every other thought from her mind. Though she hadn’t told him yet, but he was definitely successful.

“You need to work on your dirty talk, and know your audience,” she murmured as she continued with her quick kiss to his lips before falling back onto the bed, her body readying itself for the intrusion that she was waiting for so badly. She knew how he’d reacted when she’d rolled the condom now, his body stiffening under her touch, reminding her as well of how badly he craved her in that moment. Still she gasped when she felt him enter her, her fingernails digging into his shoulders before her grip on him relaxed as she adjusted to the feeling, allowing him to get into a rhythm. She heard his words and couldn’t hide the smirk on her lips because it was really one of the most repeated comments he’d given her and really, she loved it because of how much friction it created between them and how mad it seemed to drive him. Of course he was already working on having her see stars but as she raked her nails across his taunt skin—she knew he was going to follow suit as well. She moaned low when she felt him move her legs higher, hitting her at an even better angle before she reached for him, needing his lips on hers once more. “Fuck—so good,” she whispered in his ear, before nipping at his earlobe in pleasure.

#(( interactions . ))#(( with weston . ))#nsfw

benjamin

“No, I don’t… Nothing… It’s not… Nothing about this is okay.” He should have been prepared for this. He should have known this was coming. Is this what he had signed on for? His loved ones getting hurt while he sat in the fancy office and the big house untouched? And for how long? How long before someone came for him? “Reid is dead. Reid is dead, Jhanvi.” He stood up a little straighter with Jhanvi’s help, his grip on her as tight as her grip on him. He wasn’t sure he could stand on his own without her support. “My cousin… They killed him.” Countless memories he had shared with the other man over the year came flooding to the forefront of his mind and he couldn’t stop the tears. Birthdays, Christmases, their weddings. The two men had been a part of each other’s lives for as far back as Ben could remember. They were family, blood. “My brother. He w-was like my brother. They killed him. He had a family. How do I look at his wife and his two little girls and not… feeling sick to my stomach. How? Tell me how?”

He couldn’t support his own weight and even letting Jhanvi hold him felt like he was placing an arduous burden on his friend so he simply crumpled to the ground, shielding his face with his hands as he sobbed. His shoulders shook as he tried to rid himself of the pain and the guilt of what had happened. He hadn’t cried like this since he was in that nursery those few years back and even now he cried over the loss of his family. The only difference was that this time someone was there to witness his meltdown and he could feel the shame growing tenfold. “I’m sorry…” he whispered brokenly, “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean… I just… Please don’t mention this to the others. Please.” Her glassy blue eyes were still brimming with salty tears, the man not seeming to be able to slow the onslaught of emotions. How little she must think of him now. He was a broken man, nothing about him strong or resolute. He was pretending to be okay ever since he had heard the news when really he wasn’t. He was the furthest thing from okay right now.

When she’d opened the door to Ben Carlisle earlier, this hadn’t been what she’d expected. And while it surprised her, she completely understood it. Whatever he was going through was clearly so much more than he’d anticipated when he’d signed up for this job in the first place and yes while he was dealing with dangerous families—they made it a point to protect their own to the best of their abilities. But this—this was so out of that realm. She heard his words, holding him as tight as she could, needing for him to remember that he wasn’t alone and while she couldn’t completely understand what he was going through—the sheer thought of losing her siblings was enough to have blood boiling. “I know, I know..” she whispered, her other hand trying to sooth him a little bit more, aware that at this point—nothing was enough to help him get through this. “I don’t know,” she told him earnestly, “I wish I had a perfect solution for you Ben, but I don’t. I just know that you—you’re going to get through this. You will.”

Jhanvi felt his grip on her loosen and watched the way he crumbled to the floor, following suit quickly as she waited. She knew this was hard on him, firstly just going through this, and secondly having it happen around Jhanvi. Still, she only shook her head at his apology, her heart breaking even more with every word he said. The fact that he was apologizing for showing emotion was something she understood so well and the fact that he felt like he needed to ask for her solidarity in not telling anyone was what had her reaching for him once more. She had her arms around him; one gently running through his hair in what she hoped was a soothing manner. “I’ve got you..ssh, I’ve got you..” she whispered into his temple as she held him close. It made her wonder just how much Ben kept buried deep inside, and how much it was stifling him in trying to contain it. “Just—come with me. You need to lie down, not on the floor…” she murmured as she struggled in helping him up once more, taking him in the direction of her guest bedroom.

#(( interactions . ))#(( with ben . ))

weston

To say that Weston was completely unaware of his effect on her, or womankind in general was probably the biggest lie she’d ever say and that was why she’d never even thought it. He knew precisely what he did and how well he did it and basked in that too. That’s why their ego’s matched in so many ways. Of course it was one of the aspects in which they were so well suited, but Jhanvi supposed he also knew how to unravel her with a single touch—and that was something she knew as well with him even if she wasn’t executing it tonight. Oh she knew just where to hold him, where to kiss him, where to bite him, but tonight—she was being submissive because she needed something. And that something was only accessible through Weston. Even if the night had ended up with the two of them wrapped up in her sheets in her bedroom—it truly hadn’t been the reason she’d called him over. Jhanvi’s need for a friend had triumphed over her body’s need for a distraction and a release—luckily for her Weston provide both rather well. She could feel his fingers continuing their skilled work, drawing out the torture with ever gentle touch, enough to make her moan rather loud and be thankful for not the first time that she loved in the penthouse of her building, and had the good sense to soundproof it. Even if at the time her reasons had been entirely business related not wanting anyone to overhear something they shouldn't—now they just helped in every way.

Jhanvi only arched up into his mouth when he felt her nipping at her skin, his lips and tongue and teeth causing her to feel even more insatiable at this moment. Did he even know what he was doing right now? Wait a second, that was a dumb question—of course he did. He was Weston Maddox and he knew rather clearly in this moment that Jhanvi was falling apart in his hands, because of his hands. “Denying you? I’m not—ah fuck—denying you.” His fingers inside of her was all she needed to come undone and he knew that, which was why he was keeping his rhythm torturously slow, not quite hitting the spot she needed him to hit. It was insane, but thankfully—he’d listened to her despite being the one in charge tonight. As soon as his pants were off, she managed to hoist herself up, using her elbows for support as she took him in, not missing just how much he needed her. But now he was making things even worse, his fingers were using a steady rhythm but it was his thumb pressing against her clit that was urging her on and driving her so close to the edge but just holding her back by a second before she could finally come undone and lose her control.

She hadn’t meant to leave such a defined mark on his shoulder, but she loved seeing her work when he backed away slightly only to come back down and kiss her, HARD. Weston knew what she needed right now, and it was this very aggression that had her feeling completely spent at the end but they weren’t nearly done yet and that’s what kept her own stamina up as much as she could. “All for you,” she murmured against his lips at his words, groaning rather impatiently when she felt the loss of his fingers. But within seconds something else was pressing against her sex, something she wanted quite a bit more. “Stop teasing..” she murmured, not missing the way his eyes were on the mark she’d left before she gasped when he continued slipping close enough before pulling away once more. Her legs were tightly pressed around him, heels digging into his lower back as he got closer. “Oh just—hurry up…” she sighed before hearing his question and sighing in complete exasperation. “Yes, but I still want you to wear the condom Weston,” she murmured stretching her upper body to the nightstand, pulling out a packet and peeling the foil wrapper off, “here..” she grabbed hold of his shoulder and pulled herself up, looking at the his thick shaft with smirk on her face. “Look at you—all ready to go without my help tonight. I’m so impressed.” She was busy kissing Weston while unrolling the condom onto him, only falling back once she was satisfied and clearly more than ready.

#(( interactions . ))#(( with weston . ))#nsfw

weston

To say that Weston’s kisses were intoxicating would not be an overstatement, in fact—she often found herself craving them when they were together like this. Sure all the other stuff was also pretty damn amazing, but he kissed like it was a fucking sport and he was competing at the Olympics; needless to say—he’d win gold. She loved the way his hands would roam all over her, letting her truly get the essence of how much he needed her. His fingers pressed into her a little harder now and she was only moaning at the sound, knowing this was barely setting the stage for what this night was going to bring. While she prided herself on never becoming submissive with anyone, somehow with Weston—Jhanvi could afford it. Mainly because he truly made every time they were together count as an experience that almost always left her fully satisfied and wanting more because of just how good he could make pretty much everything feel. “You know me so well,” she retorted a little more breathless because of the way he paid special attention to her favourite spot. He knew it was the best way to get her eager for more and so the way he swirled his tongue against her hot skin—was enough to make her feel even more restless for the man.

Sometimes Jhanvi really hated the way he used all his strength against her, keeping her firmly in place as he continued his ministrations on her body. He made her feel as if he was worshipping her with his tongue, his lips, his teeth, his fingers, every part of him was bowing down to her and she couldn’t find anything wrong with that. “It’s not my fault you’re hellbent on torturing me tonight even though you know how badly I need a release,” she hissed, not missing the way his teeth were almost nibbling on her, making her cry out with pleasure. She was about to tell him to stop conducting this special level of torture when she felt his fingers at her sex. A low gasp fell from her mouth as she closed her eyes, letting her head fall back—her hand reaching out to him. She could feel his fingers teasing her the same way his mouth had been moments already and she was feeling herself getting closer even though he’d barely even begun yet. She was clutching her bed sheets with her other hand, fisting them so tight that her knuckles were white and yet he was still driving her absolutely crazy.

Of course Weston would take it a step forward and end up kissing her, that intoxicating feeling filling her with something more than she’d excepted. But her hand was now reaching for his own, wanting him to keep touching her, needing him to help her reach that ultimate high because if it didn’t happen—she could feel herself getting ready to combust. She needed it, and she needed him to be able to give it to her. He hadn’t even stuck his fingers or his tongue inside her and yet she was getting wetter by the minute. So the moment his finger had pushed inside her—she felt herself gasp and her breathing got shallower. “More..” And truly she wanted so much more than just his one single finger inside of her. She wanted his tongue or his thumb playing with her clit, driving her to the peak the way she knew he always good. His grunts groans were telling her just how eager he was for her as well, and through her daze she tried reaching for his belt buckle but he really was too far. “Take off—your pants,” she demanded, knowing he was talented enough to do it single-handedly so he wouldn’t have to stop his actions on her. But of course he was too busy doing what he wanted tonight and given the why he was making her feel—she couldn’t find a reason to complain. Her eyes were closed, an arm holding him close as he nipped at her ear. “Oh fuck—Weston, I’m so—“ she barely was able to get the words out when she heard his quite command. There was no way she could deny it and so with her own teeth biting down into his shoulder, she let herself go, her tongue instantly soothing over the bite mark she was sure to have left on his skin.

#(( interactions . ))#(( with weston . ))#nsfw

emery

Recently, Jhanvi often wondered how Emery was fairing with taking charge of their business given how her brothers were away. She knew if she had to do the same with her siblings, she’d be able to, only because she’d always been heavily involved. But she and Emery were friends and so she knew just how much the younger girl knew and was able to take charge of. “I think that’s what made it worse when I was first told..I thought moving here, moving to the so-called new world meant some of the old traditions were left behind but–I guess some things never change huh?” She sighed quietly before chiding herself because it had changed for her. Jhanvi had been given the chance to find her own life partner, but unfortunately for her–she’d made the wrong choice which is why now going along with her parents wishes felt like the right option; at least she’d make them proud even if it meant resigning herself to a life filled with nothing but compromises. “Getting Kiran to agree to this is so far-fetched, so I don’t think they’d try that with her–and as for you and Krish–well I know you’re both friends, but that’s not really a good enough reason to abide by the parents wishes, is it?” She listened as Emery told her about her plans, nodding along–deciding the other was right that going away for a few days would be best. “I’m sure it would but right now–it just feels impossible, but I’ll do it soon–be virtually unreachable for at least a week.” A soft sigh escaped her, the urge to do something of the sort filling her senses once more.

“It worked for them. I guess they thought the same would work for us.” Emery couldn’t believe that their parents had bad intentions for them. When it came down to the bitter core, all they were really doing was trying to broker an alliance that would benefit both families. “It’s just sad that they chose to introduce it in the way that they did.” She knew the abruptness of the entire thing hadn’t been easy on any of them, especially for Jhanvi and her brother. “Kiran would never.” The brunette smiled weakly. She couldn’t imagine Kiran going anywhere near that kind of arrangement, much less getting married to someone she didn’t love just because her parents wanted a union. “Krishna and I get along perfectly. I mean, in all honesty, I’d say we have the better chance of growing into such a thing, but we aren’t the oldest.” That was leaving aside the fact that her and Krishna had always been really good friends to the point they were basically siblings. Romantic attraction hadn’t ever really been explored or outright. “I’m sorry, you know. That you have to deal with the pressure of that. I would’ve brought it up sooner, but a part of me didn’t know how you felt about it all. I didn’t want to upset you any.” Emery said honestly before nibbling on her lip as the other mentioned that her getting to take a break seemed far-fetched. The brunette knew the hotel and their family business was a handful, but it did surprise her that the other didn’t think she could take a short break from it all. “Making the time for yourself is a good thing. If you wait for a good time, you’ll never do it.” Emery offered as she finished her glass of wine and set the empty crystal on the small table beside her.

“But that generation was so different than ours.” Jhanvi commented, even though she knew that as a younger child, she’d even thought about being in an arranged situation; she’d just always believed she’d have a choice in the matter--not be told that this was the turn her life was going to be taking. While Emery spoke about herself and Krish, she knew the other was right but ultimately, Jhanvi too would never sacrifice her siblings’ happiness to save herself from something like this. “Perhaps, but that doesn’t mean it’d be right for either of you...you know that.” She took another sip from her glass of wine before looking back at the other girl in front of her and gave her another smile. “You don’t have to apologize Emery, I get it. I did the same thing because I didn’t want to upset you if for some reason you were thrilled about the idea,” she admitted quietly before letting both her hands twist around the stem of her glass. “I know, I keep putting it off for no apparent reason but maybe an escape from Kingston is what I need to see everything from a fresh set of eyes.” She gave the other another smile before nodding towards the bottle, “can I tempt you for some more?”

#(( interactions . ))#(( with emery . ))

benjamin‌

Ben refused to even give into the thought that it had been any one of them. Right now, he was in the frame of mind that they were all a time, warding off the common enemy that had brought this upon them. He couldn’t imagine what he’d do if he found out if one of the others had been responsible for Reid’s demise. His mind had gone to some dark places over how he’d like to punish the killers and he wasn’t too sure that he would be amending his plans if it was anyone he knew. If anything, they should have known better. But no, he shook such horrid thoughts away. Nobody from any of the families was responsible and that was the story he was sticking to.

“I’m doing fine,” he seethed, not appreciating Jhanvi’s condescending tone. “I didn’t come here for a nap or for a free meal. You don’t have to do this shit for me Jhanvi. I’m not here for that. I’m here to talk business, not to eat sandwiches.” His body was betraying him, the sight of sustenance practically calling out for him, but his stubborn will winning out for now. However, Benjamin should have known that his resolve would pale in comparison to Jhanvi’s, especially when he was feeling so drained physically and mentally.

At her order, he picked up half the sandwich, taking a really obvious bite of the bread. It was nourishing, but he felt awful wasting his time eating when he should have been talking about what they were doing to clean up the mess that had been made. Ben set the half of the sandwich he had eaten from and put it back on the plate Jhanvi had given him, the one or two bites he had taken already turning in his stomach. Any time he thought of Rebecca and the girls, Ben felt sick to his stomach. He took a few deep breaths, attempting to let them seem like sighs, but he felt that familiar feeling he had felt when he first heard about Reid’s death. His hands were cold and clammy, his mouth was dry, his legs feeling wobbly even as he sat there still. “Someone knows,” he repeated, the thought only worsening the restless feeling he was experiencing. “Someone knows and they’re trying to take us all out at once. I… I’m sorry. I should go. I’m not feeling very— Woah…” He had shot up from his place at the couch, but the sudden movement caused a lightheadedness that forced his knees to buckle beneath him.

Jhanvi didn’t bother hiding her eye-roll from him this time as she listened to him quietly lash out at her. “I know I don’t have to do this for you,” she murmured before shaking her head, not missing the look on his face when he took in the sandwich she’d laid there in front of him. She understood why he was being stubborn, and while she’d probably be the exact same way—it didn’t mean she was going to let him completely neglect his own health this way. So when he finally picked up half the sandwich, took a few bites, she found herself taking a small sigh of relief. She knew in situations like these, it was hard to even want to swallow water, let alone food but to ensure he didn’t land up in a hospital it was imperative he took care of himself; especially after the state he’d been in the last time they’d met.

“Hey, hey, hey,” she heard the panic in his voice, something she’d never witnessed before and this time without caring about him thinking it to mean more than it was, her hand was on his own, “breathe. I didn’t tell you what I was thinking to freak you out, it’s just better to think about all sides in a situation like this.” Jhanvi hadn’t expected him to stand up so quickly though, but knew he was going to be in a rush to leave and if he didn’t look so pale and weak she’d have left him go as well but right now she wasn’t doing that. Instead she reached for him, an arm circling his waist, ensuring he didn’t fall to the ground. “Can you just—fucking stop Ben? You don’t need to keep pretending in front of me,” she paused for a second, her voice lowering again. “I’m not going to judge you for being tired. You know I can’t imagine what you’re going through, and so for your own sake—for the people who depend on you and who care about you—will you please just listen to me?” She was looking up at him, even as he looked like he was about to pass out any second, her hand was on his cheek, making sure he didn’t do just that. “Why don’t you just—let me get some more information from my sources while you sleep, that way you can be alert for when we actually have to go and find out more information?” She was almost worried he was going to lash out at her again but at this point—she would stand her ground and demand he take some rest before he did land up in the hospital and be virtually useless in every way.

#(( interactions . ))#(( with ben . ))

jaxon

“Because the great Jhanvi Yashvardhan couldn’t be wrong? Or are you just too stubborn to realize that someone might have better point?” Jaxon wasn’t sure which it was, but it could full well be a mix between the two. He didn’t see her as the type that had any doubts about her decisions or life choices, but it was also easy to paint on a face of confidence. He had his doubts that she would actually let him in enough to diagnose what was going on behind those calculating hues. “I thought the truth was supposed to set you free. It sounds like your suffocating yourself with it. I don’t think you can trust just anyone around here, but if you can’t speak to someone, internalizing all of that is only going to work for so long. I tried to do it when my dad died, and it nearly broke me. If a simpleton’s problems are enough to do that to a guy like me, I can only imagine what kind of damage a person of your status might be in for.” Maybe she did find a place to unload in her family, but something about her being the oldest made him believe that she didn’t go spilling everything or how deep things ran. He definitely wasn’t the person she should be talking to about any of this stuff, but he was adamant about her finding a way to decompress. “Well no, and while aspirations can be all fine and wonderful, they royally suck for the people that aren’t ever going to make it here. For the upper class, I’m sure it’s a great place to be, but there’s always going to be a separation between the worlds. Not that it’s your fault the divide exists.” Jaxon shrugged, rolling his wrist some as he watched the liquor roll around his glass. Jaxon chuckled then at the concept of being frisked before tossing a flirtatious comment of his own back at the woman. “If you’re the one doing the frisking, taking the chance won’t be so bad.” He teased, reclining himself in his seat before smirking idly. “Maybe your getting more than you bargained for for once.” A brow twitched upwards in question before Jhanvi was up and on the move towards the less crowded side of the bar. With one hand curled around the nape of the other’s neck, Jaxon moved to where she could see him. “-You aren’t some random woman, but to say that I want anything more from you than an honest conversation might be pushing it. You can turn anyone on, but I’m more interested in your brain than I am your body.”

“I’m too stubborn obviously,” she retorted quickly, “have you heard all the things said about me? C’mon Jaxon, I know you’re observant. Haven’t you heard pretty much everyone say that I’m the most stubborn woman they’ve ever met? Oh and it has nothing to do with anyone having the better point, it’s just because I will always stand by what I believe.” She could see the way he was looking at her, as if once again he was trying to figure her out. A part of her genuinely felt bad and wanted to tell him to stop trying because it was impossible and he wasn’t going to manage it all in one conversation. “That’s a fib people tell you so that you don’t lie..” she shrugged, “sorry to burst your bubble but it really doesn’t help anyone feel free.” But Jhanvi was faking it once more. Because there was a very large part of her that wondered what it would be like to relieve everything she was carrying with her, what it would be like to confess everything plaguing her. She couldn’t do that to anyone, burdening others wasn’t part of what she did, and as the eldest sister, she’d never do that to her siblings either. While she’d been about to defend her position when Jaxon spoke about the divide between the two classes, he’d quickly reassured her that it wasn’t her fault and it made her feel almost thankful. This night truly was changing a lot of things between the two of them and for that, she was quite thankful. “You’re full of flirty comments tonight, aren’t you Mr. Rhodes? I’ve really caught you on a good night.” Jhanvi couldn’t help but comment, clearing her throat when he tugged her slightly closer, surprising her completely with his words. It had been quite a long time since someone had been so honest with her and had also praised her in the same sentence. Perhaps that’s what had her giving him an honest dimpled smile back as she nodded. “Then continue with this honest conversation Jaxon, because I have to admit I never believed you would be this civil with me, and I have to admit to enjoying it quite a bit.”

#(( interactions . ))#(( with jaxon . ))

weston

He just shrugged softly but didn’t comment further on his words. His words had been sincere, there were only a handful of women from his past he remembered that gave as good as they got. If he was being completely honest with himself, sometimes it wasn’t just about receiving then it was just fulfilling a need. Trying anything more would mean they meant something to him when clearly it was not the case with his one-night stands. They satisfied him and he in return did the same, there were no complaints from either party once they parted after their business. “You don’t think I do?” he countered, with a raised eyebrow. However, Jhanvi was both right and wrong, it’s not as if he would deny anyone the chance but it was also true that there were times where he wouldn’t be in the mood to let the other try. Anyone who knew even a little about Weston would know that he preferred to be the one doing the propositioning and it was sheer luck that the women involved were more than okay with. “Some do it well and some can’t. Cheer up that was another compliment for you, last one for the night.” A faint smirking curving his lips for a moment.

Weston knew he had succeeded in lifting her mood but at the end of the day, but he also knew her well enough to know that once she was alone, she’d be back to stressing. He did, however, hope that she’d take his words into consideration because at the end of the day, what was done was done. Jhanvi understood this on some level yet she also had a tendency to overthink the most trivial of things, a trait of hers he considered both good and bad. She was excellent at keeping a poker face much like him, but as the two began spending more time together she’d slip up here and there and if someone was watching as carefully as he was, would easily spot her worries and insecurities. He couldn’t deny the delight he felt that Jhanvi genuinely felt comfortable with him to let her walls down, considering his reputation and his clear aversion to getting too attached to people. The Maddox heir had tried to keep his guard up with Jhanvi but in the end, she’d won and earned his friendship and respect. He then waved off her gratitude because it was still something he wasn’t accustomed to from others. In this situation, Jhanvi hadn’t done anything wrong so she had no reason to worry, regardless of what she thought. “Then you have nothing to worry about.” He told her firmly but gently, giving her a pointed look. He didn’t think he needed to say it, that he had her back should a need arise for it and somehow, he knew she’d do the same for him.

#(( interactions . ))#(( with weston . ))#nsfw

emery

“Pretty much.” Emery chuckled back weakly. She knew the other was trying to make a joke of the whole thing, but it was laced with too much truth to really be that lighthearted. “It’s really not that big of a deal though. I’ve been at it so long that it doesn’t feel like I’m missing out on anything, and when I do indulge, it’s even better.” The brunette said, wiggling her brows playfully at the other before her expression softened into something sadder. “Well, no, but we both know how tied our parents are to the old ways. I don’t think the idea is just going to go away. If it’s not you and my oldest brother, it’ll likely just get passed down until they get two of us together.” Emery shrugged. She’d often thought about offering herself up to save her brothers and Jhanvi from having to deal with the entire thing. “I plan to. I have stuff that needs me to be at the office most of the week, but I was thinking about leaving Thursday evening and staying through the weekend. Long enough to get a break but not long enough to really miss everything.” Emery explained before the other drew her own conclusion. “I think it would be good for you too, Vi. We put up with too much stress around here, even when things are calm.”

Recently, Jhanvi often wondered how Emery was fairing with taking charge of their business given how her brothers were away. She knew if she had to do the same with her siblings, she’d be able to, only because she’d always been heavily involved. But she and Emery were friends and so she knew just how much the younger girl knew and was able to take charge of. “I think that’s what made it worse when I was first told..I thought moving here, moving to the so-called new world meant some of the old traditions were left behind but--I guess some things never change huh?” She sighed quietly before chiding herself because it had changed for her. Jhanvi had been given the chance to find her own life partner, but unfortunately for her--she’d made the wrong choice which is why now going along with her parents wishes felt like the right option; at least she’d make them proud even if it meant resigning herself to a life filled with nothing but compromises. “Getting Kiran to agree to this is so far-fetched, so I don’t think they’d try that with her--and as for you and Krish--well I know you’re both friends, but that’s not really a good enough reason to abide by the parents wishes, is it?” She listened as Emery told her about her plans, nodding along--deciding the other was right that going away for a few days would be best. “I’m sure it would but right now--it just feels impossible, but I’ll do it soon--be virtually unreachable for at least a week.” A soft sigh escaped her, the urge to do something of the sort filling her senses once more.

#(( interactions . ))#(( with emery . ))

krish

“My voice didn’t get hit. “ He joked with a small smile. He knew what Jhanvi meant, but making jokes was better than facing the current reality of his situation. Krishna loved life and loved living it to the fullest in his free time, but the darker parks pushed their was through ever so often to remind him how fleeting it all was. “ It’s an occupational hazard. What can we do, right?” He bitterly said with as much of a shrug as he could muster. He once again, could have said something, but what would it have done besides make Jhanvi feel worse than she already did? She was going through enough and Krishna chose to look brave in front of is sister rather than weak. “ I’ll fix it. Promise.” He muttered before shifting himself to a sitting position. WIth some strain, Krishna reversed himself and moved his head to lay in his older sister’s lap, a grunt of pain softly huffed out as he did, but he pushed through it. “ Bas… thodee der ke lie is tarah rakhana chaahate hain. jaisa mainne kiya jab main chhota tha…” He paused to think back on the simplier time. “ Hum… I just always felt safe.”

Jhanvi couldn’t resist the eye-roll at Krish’s lame attempt at a joke. Leave it to her little brother to try and make light of a situations that weren’t as trivial as he was making it seem. She knew he was trying to do this for her benefit and while she was fine with facing dangerous situations herself hearing about her siblings being in them always made her blood boil, because no one was allowed to harm her baby siblings this way. “I know it is, but--this is why I’ve told you to let the others handle this aspect of the job. We pay them all enough money to be able to get in and grab a painting, you should just be deciphering whether or not it’s an original or another fake.” She murmured, aware that this was something she’d said to Krish often before and it almost always resulted in the same way--a conversation that hit a dead end because of both of them being stubborn in their own rights. “I know you will, but I just worry about everything you’re taking on without talking to us about it..” she whispered, watching as Krish shifted so that his head was resting in her lap. Jhanvi couldn’t hide the smile on her lips at his words because she missed those times as well, taking care of her siblings, protecting them from whatever harm she could see approaching them. Her fingers gently threaded through his hair gently, “I’m glad you feel safe like this.. saach batao toh mujhe bhi hamesha aacha lagta tha jab tum aisa karte the..”

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benjamin

“Leo’s my friend. He wouldn’t… He had no hand in this and if someone got past him and did this then he’ll want to be included in the search. He’ll want to know who managed to do this under his nose and how.” Ben couldn’t trust many people, his inner circle seeming to grow smaller and tighter with every passing day, but he trusted the man mentioned. “We all have something at stake here don’t we? You two, your reach is far and your enemies fear you. My best chances are having both of you by my side. Can I count on you? I need to know who killed him and why.”

His days had taken a dark turn lately. Ben had forced himself to keep up a brief conversation with his late’s cousin’s wife if only because it was the normal thing to do. He spoke of his genuine shock at the news and how he wished there was more he could do, but that the police force was on it. They were combing through every piece of evidence… What lies. Of course, he owed it to the sniffling woman on the phone and to her two young daughters to bring them some justice and closure, and perhaps earn some repentance for not being able to do more for Reid. “I don’t…” know? “Last night. I had some soup.” He didn’t know why the god honest truth came slipping out, but it did and he immediately regretted it. “I don’t need a babysitter right now Jhanvi. Can we talk about what we’re going to do please?”

He nodded his head along to her own conclusions that she had drawn. He didn’t think that any one of the families were responsible for this attack either. Who would go drawing attention to themselves in such a manner? If Reid was investigating one of them and wound up dead, were the perpetrators not just speeding things a long by turning him into a murder victim? It only shed more of a spotlight on the drug operation. It couldn’t be long before they had a name. Even one name could condemn them all. Ben fell down on that same couch he had rested upon days before, holding his head in his hands as he thought. “I don’t know…” he muttered helplessly, “I haven’t exactly heard from him since our one conversation.” He sounded stupid now. Here he was talking of trusting Leo when the other man had gone radio silent on him. “I’m just hoping this means he’s out on the search for answers.”

Jhanvi kept her personal thoughts to herself when she heard the fierce loyalty in the way Ben defended Leo. She had her own assumptions still and would continue to work on making sure she wasn’t actually right. Because if for any reason, any of the families were involved in what happened—whatever peace they were all trying to maintain would be lost within an instant and she didn’t even want to think of what that would mean for both personal relations as well as professional ones. She heard his words then, surprised by the way he was being so honest and open with what he needed right now. There was a small frown on her forehead at the way he asked if he could count on her and nodded, her hand raising for a moment to reach out and grab his own before she dropped it back down in her lap, not wanting to do anything that would be misconstrued by any means.

Her eyes returned back to the laptop in front of her, when she’d spoken to Rebecca, she’d picked up certain tidbits from their conversation, small things about where Reid had been spending most of his time but of course it was all in casual conversation, not wanting to alert the other woman of her need to investigate in her friend’s gruesome death. When she heard his words, she found herself frowning—an eye-roll at his quick quip about not wanting or needing a babysitter. “Sure, and when you’re hooked up to a damn IV because you haven’t been taking care of yourself, I’m sure you’ll be fully capable of helping look for answers right?”

She left her laptop open before heading into the kitchen, it wasn’t much but given how the man had only had some soup—and that to over twelve hours ago—she knew he needed something to keep his energy up. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t run a soup kitchen around here as a side business, but you—you need this to actually be able to find answers.” She held out a sandwich she’d made for herself and kept it on the table in front of him before reclaiming her seat and watching as he collapsed into the couch once more. Thankfully, she resisted the urge this time to tell him to sleep off the clear exhaustion she could see on his face and heard his words before shaking her head. She didn’t want to tell him why she thought Leo had gone radio silent and instead let him continue thinking that Leo was searching for answers.

“Eat,” she nodded towards the sandwich before turning her laptop towards him. “So from what I got out of Rebecca yesterday, it looked like Reid had also made a couple of trips up to Albany, and was always keeping his work private, as usual but—she mentioned that he looked almost harassed for lack of a better word. As for how the drugs landed up in Rosewood, there are a few reasonable explanations; some of the peddlers were new and weren’t paying attention when they were briefed and didn’t realize the area was off limits? Or they were bought out by whoever it was that did this..someone who wanted to make it more believable that everything had been orchestrated by the Kobayashi’s.” She took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair. “Someone who is either trying to protect all of us, or wants to send us a message letting us know that they clearly know quite a bit about all of us..”

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