Is it just me but ram would literally be the best girl dad ever. The usually aloof and disinterested Seer would be completely wound around her little finger, being all silly and sweet and kissing her tiny palms with such reverence that she'd squirm with joy. He'd play like a child just to see her squeal, indulge her every want cause how could he ever say no to the two big hopeful eyes looking up at him and love her a little more than devi (if that's even possible cause that man is whipped). He'd be willing to become a fool in front of the entire dozen just to see a giggle.
okay that's all, rant over but i just had to put this vision out there.
Is it just me but ram would literally be the best girl dad ever. The usually aloof and disinterested Seer would be completely wound around her little finger, being all silly and sweet and kissing her tiny palms with such reverence that she'd squirm with joy. He'd play like a child just to see her squeal, indulge her every want cause how could he ever say no to the two big hopeful eyes looking up at him and love her a little more than devi (if that's even possible cause that man is whipped). He'd be willing to become a fool in front of the entire dozen just to see a giggle.
okay that's all, rant over but i just had to put this vision out there.
Attempt 2 of getting back to write, I just saw this reddit post discussing what would happen once vidya and the dozen found out about her secret relationship.
Devi could tell the shift in the silence immediately as Vidya Basu walked past her in the corridors of the Basu estate without even acknowledging her presence. The silence continued at the Dozen meeting as the older woman refused to say anything the entire evening.
But devi knew one thing, silence from the lioness was not acceptance. It was a warning.
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“Maharani Vidya requests your presence in the main court.”
Requests. As though the matriarch of the Basu house had ever requested anything in her life.
Devi made her way past the stone lions into the quiet court where the older woman sat—her posture perfect, her expression unreadable.
But Devi stopped short.
Saraswati was there too, leaning idly against a carved pillar, lavender silk spilling off one shoulder as her jewellery gleamed in the slanting rays of the sun. Radha sat opposite their mother, stiff just like the deep purple fabric wrapped around her and unsmiling, her face like water frozen mid-pour. She looked different, almost hollow, her saree pulled at her stomach.
Devi hesitated. All three Basu women together. This was not going to be a pleasant conversation.
Devi bowed, softly. “You asked for me."
“Sit.”
It was not an invitation.
Devi sat.
Vidya inhaled through her nose, long and sharp. “I have said nothing for days. Not when you smiled too sweetly. Not when you stayed behind in the temple hall. Not when you looked at Ram like you wanted to devour him like mango in high summer.”
Devi flushed, jaw tightening.
“And now,” Vidya continued, her voice rising just slightly, “I hear from not one but three housekeepers that you were missing for an entire hour last night, with Ram nowhere to be found either. Do you think the goddess is blind? Do you think I am ?
Devi winced slightly, she knew it had been too far fetched someone would surely notice but how could she explain the way risk melted into nothingness when his arms wrapped around her, held her, when he smiled so unreservedly at her and the way they had laughed into the night.
You wear your heart on your face,” Vidya continued. “Like a girl. Not a woman of the Dozen.”
Devi exhaled, steady. “ I refuse to treat love like a sin.”
“Love isn’t the sin,” Vidya said coldly. “Indulgence is.”
Now her eyes shifted — and pinned Devi in place. “And foolishness.”
Devi said nothing. Her fingers curled into the folds of her burgundy saree.
Saraswati tried to rescue her and began slowly, a whisper, under her breath. “Ma—”
“Quiet.” Vidya sternly cut her off with a glare that could set one on fire. “You’ll have your turn.”
Saraswatis expression soured, something gleaming in her eyes darkly. Radha said nothing. But she looked at Devi, and there was no judgment in her eyes, maybe a little hurt that she was finding out like this and a strange kind of pity.
Vidya stood now, pacing. “I used to think I had raised my daughters with sense and rational. With pride and status. With understanding of duty. And now—” she turned on her heel, pallu rustling— “all the girls have gone mad. Fawning over Doobay men no less."
She pointed, one by one.
“Radha, who fell in love with a man she could never have—”
“Don’t.” Radha’s voice was low, but firm. “Don’t say his name.”
“—and look where it got you,” Vidya said, turning to Saraswati. “And you, dreaming your life away in poems and pretending you’re immune to the rules the rest of us live by.”
Saraswati rolled her eyes. “And still the world turns.”
“And now you.” Vidya turned to Devi. “I held out some hope that at least you would protect what’s left of your family name. But no. You're moon-eyed over Ram Doobay like a palace maid sneaking sweets in the storehouse. And worse—he returns it.”
Devi stood her ground. “We love each other.”
Vidya's eyes burned. “So did Radha. Do you know what that bought her? Secrets. Scrutiny. And sacrifice.”
“You see the world in ideals,” Vidya said after a pause, quieter now. “I see it in consequences.”
“I see consequences too, just different ones, personal ones." Devi whispered almost inaudible. And Vidya chose to ignore it.
“I know you think I am cruel. And perhaps I am. But I have carried the weight of this house on my back longer than you’ve been alive. I buried my husband. I buried half my heart. I watched the council nearly tear us apart, and I stitched us back with blood and bone and silence.”
She turned to Devi, gaze sharp again. “If you marry Ram, do not think love will be enough. You will bear more than your own burden. Ram is the Seer. He cannot marry lightly.You will become the mother of his heirs. The keeper of the Dozen’s most sacred bloodline. You will be envied. You will be watched. And worst of all—you will lose your family name. The one you fought so hard for. You are not the path chosen for him.”
Devi’s hands trembled. But she lifted her chin forcing herself to look her in the eye.
“ I want him. When he’s tired. When he’s foolish. When he’s not the Seer, just a man who forgets where he put his shawl or fluters his eyelids when he’s serving her mother. That’s who I love.”
Vidya’s eyes narrowed. But there was no rebuke this time. Not approval. Not softness. But a flicker of memory. Of being young. Of loving a man who died for a cause, not knowing he’d leave her to clean up the wreckage.
She rose. For a long moment, Vidya looked at her daughters—one forged in fire, one in wildflower wind—and the third, not hers by birth, but perhaps by fate. Then she exhaled, long and slow.
“If you fail—”
“I won’t.”
“Then may the goddess grant you strength. You will need it.”
And with that, she swept from the away like the thundercloud she had always been—leaving behind three women, now joined in the quiet revolution of loving too hard in a world that punished softness.
Attempt no 1 of getting back to writing. Thank you @webanglikethat for the plot idea.
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the jasmine has bloomed
Book: KFOS
Pairing: Ram Doobay x Devi Sharma
Warning: none (other than a little rusty writing 😅)
Taglist: @rc-catalog @ram-doobay @lady-pavaki
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Devi's blood boiled as she scowled at the scene in front of her.
She thought to herself "Why did I ever decide to attend the services." She knew the answer to that was Rita Shiva's taunt of her old habits but atleast she had been spared of this visual.
The visual of women clawing desperately at her Ram. Okay that was a little dramatic,even in her opinion but it was true.
The Younger Doobay heir, unmarried and yet to choose his wife was the best possible match for any girl in the dozen. Not only the status but also the fact that he was, in her estimation simply breathtaking.
She had missed seeing him like this,in his element, back at the altar leading them in prayer. His hair flowed free today, his dark burgundy and black robes sitting against his tall lean athletic body as red gemstones glinted on his fingers on which he wore the family rings. But most of all he seemed completely nonchalant and unbothered, drawing her in. Not only her but all the other women,she scoffed at herself noticing them all around him.
They flocked to get a word in but cowered under his piercing mismatched gaze, their words tumbling in haste in an attempt to make unnecessary conversation. They stared dreamily at him, probably making up some intimate fantasies in their mind. The thought sent Devi's irritation through the roof.
Even the devdasis scampered behind, making sure all his needs were met, preparing everything in his personal chambers for his arrival and that no want remained.
She watched with venom as one of the banerjee girls took the liberty of gently touching his arm which he completely ignored.
"How dare she." Devi mused. Worst of all, she could do nothing about it all, she must stand away, being polite and indifferent. Instead she must deal with this 'Sharma de Clare' nonsense.
She wished to scream on top of her lungs.. I'm not married to him I never was I don't ever want to be. But she could not. Oh how she wishef to be held in her lover's warm embrace, feel his closeness and his lips. She danced through her memories of their moments together suddenly hit by the crude reality.. could they ever even be together?
No they must for she couldn't imagine any other reality than one with him. How could she give up the man she so adored and cherished, who brought her peace and insight,listened to her but never judged. He was the calm in all the chaos but he stirred chaos in her heart.
Sara looked at her inquisitively with a slight smirk of understanding.
" You're practically green with envy. "
"Am not." Devi reported childishly, causing both the girls to break into a smile at the absurdity of the situation.
Once the service was over all the members left one by one while she remained behind making up some excuse or the other. She knew them all by heart now besides she missed his company. They had hardly had any opportunity to meet given her new status, secret meetings and figuring out what Anil had been plotting in her absence.
She eyes a devdasis carrying some kind of drink to his rooms and impulsively swept in to block her.
" give it to me, I'll take it. I need to talk to him anyways." She lamely explained , all but snatching the cup and continuing to walk.
She opened the door gently and was instantly enveloped in his characteristic ylang ylang scent.
"devi? What are you doing here?" He questioned turning to the sound of the door opening.
"why? Did you not want to see me? Or were you expecting someone else?" She snapped, her previously subdued irrational anger once again spilling over at his genuine comment. She knew it was foolish,she knew she could trust him to never hurt her, she knew all of those things and yet.
He simply raised an eyebrow, his eyes slightly widening his expression remained serene as he walked over to take the cup from her hand and set it on the table.
" I was simply surprised by your presence which is always welcome..you know that." He stated looking at her with reverence in his gaze.
She simply let go, sighing softly and wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder as he gently ran his fingers over her hair and adorned braid.
"Ram?"
"hm?"
" I'm really tired." She whispered and he knew what she meant.
"What if it doesn't work out and they send me back to England....with him."
She looked at him with fearful eyes, her gut clenching at the thought. His breath slightly hitched his arms around her tightening before he replied.
" With the way you are so shamelessly acting these days around me, i doubt anyone would protest if the Lord decided to leave you behind. Also,I must say fury becomes you." Then more seriously he continued. " The truth is there for all to see, just the same whether they choose to really look it is for them to decide."
She laughed through her threatening tears that were ready to spill but questioned him.
"What if they choose to dismiss it?"
"Then we must choose to dismiss them."
It was unusual to hear such rebellious words from either of them but even now a lotus bloomed through the muddy swamp of their present, prevailing. A lotus worthy to be offered to the goddess and such was it's radiance that even she smiled through the flames.
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if you have anymore plot ideas or want anything written send it all across.
Now that we are finally back in India I'm itching to get back into writing something for Ram and Devi. I missed them so much especially since we got new chapters after two updates.
Anyway, I'm unable to come up with a plot that doesn't sound lame in my head but I really want to write for them so if anyone has any ideas that want written or any request pls pls pls feel free to send them across
Now onto the next Basu twin (I have done Radha here and here)
For Saraswati, personally I'm not a fan of blue outfits..the outfits themselves are lovely but idk why blue doesn't feel like her colour to me.
For me i always envision her primary colour as lavender but she never goes darker.. No purple, violet etc (maybe I look at it like that's Radha's territory)
But for other colours I would go for cream and beige..So she looks more subtle, with rich fabric usually a single monochromatic look and unique jewellery.
Look 1.
Look 2.
So this one, I went for something different, the same look but as a saree..
In both the looks I'm not a fan of the gold borders for her it seems too plain.. Too simple. She would definitely elevate the look, make it more light and freeing. (In the first look, the gold is replaced by pearls and in the second one we have silver instead which is more her vibe imo. )
Look 3.
Again too much gold going on here but this one here is in my top two so i tried to incorporate how I see her fashion while trying to maintain that.
Now a few outfits that i envision her in
I'm going to do a part 2 for her remaining outfits and a jewellery edition (maybe not sure yet) . Also if you have a particular kfos character in mind who I can do lmk.
