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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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HERE IT IS, ENJOY!!!

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

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.

Hope you enjoyed it! :)

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likely-moony · 8 months

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If you still accept requests, could do Yandere Mamoru Chiba from Sailor Moon?

Yes, I still accept requests and ofc, here you go!! <3

Istg, when I was a kid, I rly thought mamoru was low-key creepy asf, like why tf are you, as a grown ass-man, doing hanging around a little girl??

Mamoru Chiba 《Yandere Headcanons》

General Yandere Headcanons for Mamoru Chiba ♡

TW!!: Yandere-Themes, Yandere Characters, Abuse Of Power (Supernaturally, Scientifically??), Obsessive Characters, Unhealthy Feelings, Unhealthy Relationships, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Abusive Relationships, Cheating Accusation, Toxic Relationship.

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Mamoru's obsession with you is born from his overwhelming need to protect you from any harm. He sees himself as your knight in shining armor, destined to keep you safe at all costs.

He maintains his charming and charismatic persona, using it to win your trust and affection. Mamoru hides his darker intentions behind his friendly demeanor, ensuring you never suspect his possessive tendencies.

He subtly manipulates situations to ensure you're drawn closer to him. Mamoru uses his influence to orchestrate meetings and interactions that strengthen your bond without you realizing.

Mamoru's jealousy knows no bounds. He's easily agitated by the presence of others around you and shows his possessive nature whenever he suspects someone might be a potential rival for your attention.

He strategically creates situations that isolate you from your friends and loved ones. Mamoru convinces you that he's the only one who truly understands you and that others are mere distractions.

Mamoru leaves subtle cues and hints to guide your decisions, making you believe they're your own choices. He believes he knows what's best for you and uses his influence to steer you in that direction.

He leaves you mysterious messages and gifts, alluding to his feelings for you without directly revealing his obsession. Mamoru uses cryptic notes and symbolic presents to keep you intrigued.

Mamoru constructs an idealized fantasy of your life together, imagining a future where you're inseparable and blissfully happy. He believes that he's the only one who can make that fantasy a reality.

He oscillates between his charming exterior and his possessive, darker side. Mamoru seamlessly transitions from the gentleman who sweeps you off your feet to the one who would do anything to keep you close.

Mamoru's obsession drives him to explore magical means to ensure you'll be together forever. He entertains the idea of dark magic or otherworldly rituals that bind your fates, even beyond death.

Hope you enjoyed it! :)

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likely-moony · 8 months

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hi, how you doing? can i ask for some headcanons for clingy yandere boyfriend peter parker?

Okay, so I'm a blind Dumb-ass so I didn't read the headcanon part and instead wrote a short fic 💀💀

Anyway, hiii I'm doing great, and I hope you enjoy it!! <3

(Also, let's pretend I'm not casually returning as if nothing happened and I didn't disappear for 7 months)

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Paring: Yandere Peter Parker x Reader

Type/words: Short Story ~ 888 Words

Synopsis: Peter doesn't like you going out to parties, so one night, when you're getting ready for a college reunion, Peter pulls out his big guns of toxic manipulation to get you to stay with him.

⚠️ YOU HAVE HAVE BEEN WARNED ⚠️

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“Where’re you going?”

Peter’s voice rang out from the living room couch as you sat on your little chair in front of your dressing room mirror.

“What?”

You could hear Peter shift uncomfortably on the sofa as you pinned your hair into place.

“Well, you wearing that little skirt that I got you the other day and-”

With a sigh, you put your pins down and turned to him as he turn his head around to face you, not even bothering to get up.

“What are you talking about, Peter, I told you?” You began asking, your eyebrows slowing stitching together at his confusion. “I have a college reunion party tonight.”

Peter placed a sour expression on his face.

“You didn’t say that it was on tonight?” He muttered, seemingly disappointed.

“I did, Pete. A billion times over.” You said back to him, you face stone cold with determination. Ever since you’d moved in with him, or hell even before that, it was like you barely left your place.

Your appearances at party and gathering were starting to lower drastically. You never noticed it at first, which was how Pete liked it, but he got too greedy. He restricted you a little too muchf ro you to let it slide and he was starting to show his real face more and more.

But it didn’t worry peter too much. There’ wasn’t anything a nice lovely date with some expensive champagne, a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a billion kisses won’t fix. And if that didn’t cut it, he resorted to straight up gas lighting you. That always worked, and he’d simply do it again.

“No. You didn’t.” Peter said softly, ever so slightly shaking his head. Peter looked innocent and so left out that it made even you start to question your sanity and memory. Had you really not told him? Were the hundred notes you’ve left him made up, or were the billion messages you sent him fake?

“But- But I did. And I promised them I would go, tonight, Petey.” You said back to him, just as softly as you go up from your chair.

“So who is it for?” Peter’s sudden change in tone confused you.

“What..?” Peter seemed somewhat unconvinced at your confusion.

“It's just that- you never really wear those kind of skirts around me and suddenly you’re going to a college reunion wearing them, so-”

“What’re you trying to say, Peter?” You pressed on, inching towards him.

“So what I'm saying is- Who’s the other guy?” Those few words left you speechless. Did Peter really think you were screwing around with other guys behind his back simply because you wanted to go to a party with your friends?

“There is no other guy, Peter, I just wanted to go to a party with my ladies and have some fun!” You said, desperately.

Peter let out a shaky breath and he looked at the time on his phone.

“Fine then, go and enjoy your party love,” Peter said lovingly, looking at you with those same pair of glossy eyes you fell in love with. “I’ll just cancel it and reschedule it for another day,” He added almost silently at the end. It was a bait, obviously. It was a bait and you caught on like the adorable little thing that you are.

“Cancel what?” you asked, starting to sound worried.

“Oh, it’s really nothing.” Peter smiled, “Don’t worry about it and go enjoy your party.” Peter turned back to the tv and listen to your footsteps intently. That was also bait, and the real question now was are you going to try to catch it too?

Peter watched you intently in the reflection of the tv to see what you were going to do and when he saw you step forward, he had to hold himself back from smiling, because you had fallen straight into his trap yet once again.

“No, tell me.”

Peter faked an exhausted sigh.

“It’s dumb really. I just planned for us to have a sweet date night so I could cook you dinner while we relax and maybe even watch a movie together?” Peter looked up at you, his shiny doe eyes ever so slightly growing glossier.

They weren’t real tears of course, but Peter had mastered the art of fake tears and it always came in handy when you were being stubborn.

“Don’t worry about it though,” He said quickly, turning away from you, and back to the tv.

Peter watched you from the corner of his eyes and when he felt you wrap your arms around his chest, he knew you had fallen straight into his intricately webbed trap, yet once again.

“There’s so way I’d let you cancel such a romantic event.” You whispered into his ear as his hand instinctively came up and grabbed yours in a loving way. You kissed him on the cheek, “I’m sure I can skip this party. It’s not that important anyway.”

Good. That’s how Peter liked it. So pretty and compliant, he just loves you so much.

A little too much.

Peter took your hand and led you to take a seat next to him on the couch. He wrapped his arm around you as you landed your head on his chest.

“You’re just so adorable sometimes. I love you so much,”

Hope you enjoyed it :)

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likely-moony · 1 year

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Hello I was wondering if you’re ever going to rewrite you’re yandere Harry Potter x Reader story?

Hello!!!

I'm not 100% sure yet, but I'm thinking about starting it up again. Especially since Australia Netflix decided to bring the Harry potter movies back, I've been thinking about re-writing the book. Considering how much I had planned for the book ( a shit ton) and I only got to actually show a bit since wattpad decided to delete it, I will most likely return!

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #tw yandere #soft yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere headcanons #yandere oneshot #yandere harry potter #yandere harry potter x reader #pitiful memories (yandere h.p x reader)#pitiful memories

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likely-moony · 1 year

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Will you come back on Wattpad by any chance? Not that I'm opposing to your decision or anything just wondering?

Hiii!!

Me coming back to wattpad is pretty likely these days. Wether it be to post my yandere oneshots there or to rewrite my yandere h.p book, there is a 90% that I will return.

This might just be an impulse thing, maybe not, I'm still not too sure yet. But from what I'm feeling so far, I will most likely return.

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likely-moony · 1 year

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Hi im new to your blog and i saw that you do telugu movies sooo

Can you do 'saaho' main character (siddhant) as a yandere if you don't mind

I wrote it separate to the ask I'm so fucking dumb lmao.

Anyway, it's up, I hope you enjoy it!!

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One way, or another ~ Siddhant Nandan Saaho ~

One Way, Or Another

Paring: Yandere Siddhant Nandan Saaho x GN Reader

Type/Words: Headcannons ~ 800

Synopsis: Just some Yandere Hcs for siddhant from the telugu movie: Saaho.

TW!!!: Yandere-Themes, Yandere Characters, Abuse Of Power (Intellectual, Popularity, and financially), Mentions Of Death, Minor Character Deaths, Unhealthy Obsession, Force, Forceful Relationships, Mentions Of Threats, Black-mailing, Obsessive Characters, Unhealthy Feelings, Manipulation, please let me know if I missed something :>

You have been warned ⚠️

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Saaho/ashok/Siddhant is a very complex yet straightforward person.

No matter where, when, or how you meet him, he'd fall head over heels for you within no time.

It would take a while for him to realise what he feels towards you isn't just lust, but once he does, it's game over for anyone else who wants you.

Not that it was easy for anyone else in the first place.

He'd purposely be a dick to whoever likes you, and constantly out smart them to make them look dumb.

If you meet him for the first time as ashok in the police operation, within a few days, he'd already be planning his next steps with you.

His steps on what would happen after his identity is revealed.

He knows you'll find out eventually, so he plans.

Maybe he'd hold you hostage to escape and take the chance to kidnap you as well, who knows?

But if that did happen, he'd keep you safe in a little room away from everyone and everything.

But don't worry, it's only until he regains his wealth.

After that, you'll be treated like a queen, whether you like it or not.

If you were to meet him as Siddhant, which is after he reclaims his seat, it would take very little time for him to really fall for you.

You could be anyone, and yet you'd still catch his eye.

A waiter/waitress/server, another wealthy person attending one of his parties, the offspring of one of his business partners, hell you could even be just a random person that took care of him as a child and he'd still fall for you.

After you do catch his eye, there isn't much left for you to do, as he can easily access all your information with just a few words.

And through that information, he'd start sending you little gifts like flowers, cards, which eventually escalate into bigger things like necklaces and shoes.

And depending on how you react to his courtship, decides how he moves forward.

If you reject him, he could do many things depending on who you are.

If you're his employee or a server, he could easily put you in financial misery till you have no choice but to crawl back to him for help, where he'd have his arms wide open.

If you're the offspring of someone he works with, there's a billion ways to tie you to him.

Like shoving a gun into your father's head for your hand in marriage, threatening to put your family in financial debt, just the dirty stuff that you shouldn't be able to see :)

But if you were his childhood friend when he was living a poor life, he'd simply demand every person who works under him to search for you, and when he finds you he expects you to run into his arms and feel overwhelming joy like he would feel.

But if you don't, and simply wave at him like he was just another random man, he'd be crushed.

And if you reject his courtship, oh boy.

Siddhant is willing to do absolutely anything to get you married to him right away.

Even if you don't want to, he's afraid he has no other choice.

After marriage, he'd be extremely gentle with you.

If you were the one person who took care of him, he'd pay you back a billion times over.

He loves you too much.

But either way, in the end, you'll be his bride/groom and he'll be your happy husband.

He'll treat you like gold.

If it was a valuable thing to him, that is.

If you were to meet him while he was undercover as saaho, it would be like a normal romance.

It's not easy to pique his interest, but if you do somehow manage, there's no way out.

He's a stalker and is obsessive.

You're the only one constantly on his mind.

He'd stalk you,24/7 and would Install a tracker on your phone and keep you safe all the time.

But when an incident occurs where you lose your phone and find yourself in danger, nothing is going to stop saaho from knocking you out from the behind, installing a tracker in you, and admitting you to a hospital.

And after all that work, if you still reject him, he'd kidnap you straight away.

There's no way out, because in no time he'd be one of the richest people in the world, so even if you escape, it's not for long.

He has all the resources In the world to make you his.

At the end of the day, you'll always be his, one way or another.

Hope you enjoyed it! :>

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likely-moony · 1 year

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Hi!! I’m a Wattpad writer and I was wondering if I could use your story Pitiful Memories as inspiration? I wanna try the reincarnation thing, but that’s all I’m gonna copy!! The rest will just be inspired!

Of course, love x

But try to tag my second wattpad account @cleaning_fairy_levi2 in the book, I really hope to read it once it's published! :>

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hi! can I please request trying to escape from yandere inosuke from demon slayer but he catches you? :)

Little Birdy ~ Inousuke Hasibara ~

Little Birdy

Paring: Yandere Inousuke Hashibara x Reader

Type/words: Oneshot ~ 2.5k

Synopsis: When the lovely little wife of Inosuke Hashibara runs away, he's willing to do anything to get her back, but so is she to get away from him. Who will get what they want and who will have to suffer the rest of eternity with what they're stuck with?

TW!!: Yandere-Themes, Yandere Characters, Abuse Of Power (Intellectual and Supernaturally), Mentions Of Death, Unhealthy Obsession, Force, Forceful Relationships, Mentions Of Threats, Obsessive Characters, Unhealthy Feelings, Manipulation, kidnapping.

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What did you expect to happen or where did you expect to find yourself when you did something as dumb as what you did two weeks ago?

What the hell were you thinking, running away like that?! And right when he was finally starting to treat you good! You were finally allowed to step foot outside of your shared bedroom and he even began talking to you more. He became more gentle around you and the arms he had around you at times went from being like a suffocating cage to a gentle hug.

If it hadn't been for the current kidnapper/hostage situation, life was so good you would have simply accepted it. But you needed to return to the world. Not the four walls that Inousuke put you in and cherishes you in, but in the actual world. The real world where your family and friends are.

You didn't want them to think you were dead, or worse- that you ran away, considering that Inousuke took you away on the morning of your wedding day. You needed them to know that you were alive and well this entire time and that you in fact did not want to ruin your family's honour and prestige by running away -getting kidnapped- right before the ceremony. And you friends- you needed your friends. You needed them to know you were alright before you become a simple memory in everyone's minds as the poor runaway, most likely dead by now.

It had already been two weeks since you ran away from the place Inosuke kept you safe -hidden-, and you started to get a good feeling that you could possibly escape him for good.

Your plan was simple: escape the safe house, find some clothes, food, and water, and then find someone you knew you could trust to help you. You would never be able to do this yourself.

You had to hide your identity while on loose to prevent people from thinking you returned home shamelessly. You needed them to realise you were kidnapped and managed to return home safely, but to do that, first, you needed to find someone, clear your name, and then return home.

Your first choices were obviously your brother and father, Senjuro Rengoku and Shinjuro Rengoku but that would be impossible with constant protection and guarding around the mansion. Besides, even if you were to reveal yourself to the guards as the sister of Senjuro and the daughter of Shinjuro, you knew that the news would spread widely and what a bad name your family would get. By then, everyone including Inousuke would know where you were, making you an easy target for him to catch again.

And so your next choice was Zenitsu, but from what you knew about him, he didn't seem like someone who could help you, but who knows? You didn't know him well enough. You weren't willing to take such a high risk with such high stakes that would determine your life.

And so, your final choice, Tanjiro Kamado, a close friend of Inosuke. It would be a bit risky but all would be clear when you manage to find him alone, without Inosuke.

And that's what you did.

During a special moon festival in the city centre, you crept around the various bright and colourful stalls with a hood covering your face, eyes searching desperately for a certain kind-hearted demon slayer who would help you get out of this cobweb of a mess.

When you did find him, you found a sudden urge to just run up to him and scream for help, but you didn’t, too scared that you might attract too much attention to yourself. Tanjiro looked as if he too was looking for something. Maybe he was on a mission? Or maybe he was just patrolling.

You looked around quickly to make sure Inosuke wasn’t anywhere to be seen and ran towards Tanjiro.

“Tanjiro-san!” You whisper yelled to him from behind him as he turned around in surprise.

“Rengoku-san-!?”

“I need you to help me please!” Tanjiro grabbed your hand and you led him away from the crowd.

“What’s wrong, Y/n-san? What happened to you!?” He desperately asked you in worry.

“It’s Inosuke! He took me away from my family! He took me away from my father and Senjuro! You have to help me! He’s been holding me captive in a secret safe-house this entire time, and he doesn’t let me out, he's keeping me captive, please-!” You were talking too fast. Of Course, you would, why wouldn’t you? You finally found the one person who could help set you free from your captor, and he needed to know everything.

“It’s okay, Y/n-san, I can help you!” Tanjiro gently guided you back to his temporary home, where you met Nezuko. “I will return shortly, but please take a seat and don’t worry about anything. Nezuko will protect you while I'm away.” Something just didn’t feel right to you. Was it the guilt of having betrayed Insouke? Perhaps it was the fear of what would happen if Inosuke found you?

Maybe it was the weird way Tanjiro was treating you?

Possibly...

He was being too gentle, he was acting really weird. It began freaking you out, but you held it in. You didn’t want to wrongly accuse someone who was going to save your life. Tanjiro leaned into Nezuko’s ear and whispered a few words to her before he turned to you.

"And please, for your own safety, stay here." He said in a serious voice before he smiled and walked away.

And so you sat and patiently waited, not sure whether you should create small talk with Nezuko or leave her alone. She, on the other hand, just sat in front of the door, almost as if guarding it, and stared blankly at you.

When it began really scaring you, you sat up and attempted to leave, but Nezuko wouldn’t budge. She sat in front of the door and didn’t move at all. Then you began panicking, something was wrong, you could tell, so you moved towards the back door quickly and fled the house, but to your dismay, you didn’t get far. Right when you reached the gate, Tanjiro appeared again and asked you what was wrong.

You tried to politely tell him that you would return on a different date and until then you would continue to live in hiding, but Tanjiro also didn’t budge. You didn’t want to live another day hiding and eating scraps, but you were willing to do anything to escape this situation.

“Tanjiro-san, thank you for trying to help me, but I’m good on my own-”

“Please let me help you, Y/n-san, you’re just confused!” What?

“What do you mean confused..?”

“Inosuke told me everything! He told me that you and Inousuke were deeply in love and that you knew your family would never accept him! And how you two had run away together. But then he told me how you hurt your head and you keep saying crazy things as he stole you away! Let us help you!” So that’s why he was acting so weird. Inosuke, that bastard, lied to Tanjiro that you were crazy and convinced him everything you were saying was a lie.

“No! I promise it’s true!” You tried waving your arms in front of him to signal no, but he clasped your arms and told you not to worry and that everything would be fine.

You began panicking even more.

“Tanjiro, what’s happening!?” You asked in a voice that told him you were scared for your life, but he was too deep into Inosuke’s lies to believe you. Why wouldn't he believe? Who was he going to believe? his best friend whom he's known for years or a crazy-looking and sounding woman that came out of nowhere begging for help.

You looked behind Tanjiro and in the wild snowstorm in which you could barely see anything, you spotted the silhouette of a certain long-haired man coming your way. You instantly realised that it was Inosuke and your blood pressure began increasing. You pushed Tanjiro away from you to force his hands to let go of yours, and you made a run for it, right when Tanjiro was about to run after you, he heard a loud yell from Inosuke telling him to leave it to him.

And so it began, the chase, all of your confidence and inner support that you had built up for yourself over the last few days had disappeared in a matter of seconds, only to be replaced with utter fear and dread. You had no chance from the start. Inousuke was a high-level demon slayer who perished massive demons to ease boredom, for fuck’s sake. And what had you ever done? Nothing. Or at least not anything as intense as him.

Maybe at this point, he was just playing with you?

Of course that had to be it. If Inosuke was chasing you, you wouldn’t have moved a step before you were already in his grasp.

You would have screamed for Tanjiro’s help, but what good would it have done? Inousuke already had Tanjiro wrapped around his finger with the illusion that you were insane and that when you ran away, you ran away due to your love for Inousuke, but due to the guilt of having left your family and a head injury, you went crazy.

And within moments, you entered the snowy woods. You quickly hid behind a large tree and began trying to balance and calm yourself down. You tried to take deep breaths but the cold air stung your nose and throat. The idea that you might've lost Inosuke began setting into your mind. You just needed some hope. If you managed to lose Inosuke, you knew instantly what you would do. At this point, you didn’t care about the shame that you might've gotten if you returned home, but you had to. Inosuke would be able to do nothing once you re-entered the protection of your family. After a few minutes, once you were sure that Inousuke was gone, you stood up on your shaky legs, struggling to stay standing up. You no longer felt the need to run, or more so, you could not run. So you walked.

And walked. And walked.

What seemed like hours, turned out to only be a few minutes. Too tired to go any further, you fell on your knees in the cold snow as you tried to catch your breath.

“Papa… Senjuro…” You wanted to go home desperately and your voice began cracking.

“Kyojuro…” Just his name brought tears to your eyes. You missed him like the world. If you didn't manage to return home, then who knows, maybe you'd try and reunite with Kyojuro instead. Just the thought of him left you feeling like a miserable blob.

That was until a pair of strong cold arms began wrapping around you.

What…

Were these Kyujuro’s arms? Were you finally gonna leave this wretched world?

You brought your hands up to the arms and you held them tight. A tear left your eyes and fell onto the arm.

“Kyojuro… I missed you…” And another tear.

“Please take me away”

A small laugh left his mouth.

“As you wish…” The words brought true happiness and a sense of release to your soul, but-

No, wait a second.

You felt your stomach drop as dread began filling you up completely.

The bright blue tips of Insosuke’s hair fell into your view as another tear fell from your eyes, this one from the alarm.

“Inosuke-!”

“Now you see, eh?’

“P-Please, Pease listen to me,” You say and quickly try to turn around. Inosuke was basically in your face right now.

Rage was all you could see in his eyes, but you could tell he was holding back. He knew that if he even unleashed a tiny bit of the anger he was holding in, that he might accidentally end up killing you with his violence, or as he likes to call it, love.

“Inosuke, Please, just hear me out!” Your hands came up and cupped Inousuke's face.

Despite the snow and winter weather, Inosukes face was hot. It was really hot.

“I’m listening.”

“I-” Lying was the best option now. Stockholm syndrome would surely help you now, right? Would he even fall for it!?

“Listen, Inosuke, I really do love you!” You tried to sound just as desperate for him as he was for you.

“Then why would you run away?” He asked through gritted teeth, the anger starting to leak through. Panicking, you held him tighter.

“I- I didn’t want you to fall into insanity! I love you too, that means you don’t have to do all these things for me, I love you too!”

“Then why the hell did you tell gonpachrio that I kidnapped you?” You had to think fast, the lava was rising and the longer you waited, the quicker you’d die.

“Because then they’d get you help, and I’d have my precious Inosuke back again!” It didn’t seem to convince him, so you did something that you would forever hate yourself for.

You leaned in and kissed him straight on those rough lips of his.

You pulled away to quickly analyze his face. His face was pink and it seemed to work!

You leaned in again and kissed him one more time before pulling away and pulling him close, hugging him, leaning your head on his chest.

Within moments, Inousuke had also wrapped his arms around you. You hated just the feel of it, but for freedom, you were willing to do anything. Even pretending to be his little wife.

But eventually, you’d manage to escape.

Eventually...

“I love you so much…”

“I love you too Inosuke…”

At this point you were basically free, you were convinced that Inousuke, being the stupid love-sick idiot he is, completely fell into your trap.

“Was that supposed to convince me?"

“What-?” Inosuke’s grip tightened around you dangerously as if threatening to squeeze you to death.

“I’m no idiot, my dear Don’t try that bullshit on me ever again till you truly fall for me.” He began stroking your hair. Your eyes were wide like marbles as the cold wind stung your nose, causing a fresh wave of tears to overcome you. As the tears fell from your eyes, you couldn’t tell whether they were from the wind or the terror, you eventually began sobbing.

You sobbed into his chest as he stroked the back of your head.

“There, there. I won’t hurt you this time. I love you too much for that.” Relief rushed into you, but then-

“But next time- Watch your brother vanish”

"Don’t try to fly away again, little bird, or I’ll clip your fuking wings off.”

Hope you enjoyed it <3

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/ pairing: (white leopard boy) wakasa x (bunny girl) f!reader

/ summary: he felt like he was cheated by life, his entire childhood felt like it was wasted. nothing in the world could ease the flames burning within him. till he stumbled upon a pure innocent bunny who he will soon find out means more than anything in his life.

/ warning: slight yandere theme, not proofread

/ a/n: this would probably be the dumbest inspiration i’ve ever gotten from a movie but hear me out. so this fic was inspired by kung fu panda, the scene where tai lung escapes from prison. from there the plot does change drastically so hope you enjoy it.

From the very beginning, Wakasa was at a disadvantage. Being a leopard was not the problem, what was the problem was where he lived. The Valley of Peace residents are mostly herbivores. So generally being a carnivore can stur up some tension. Especially since most criminals caught or were still out there were mostly carnivores.

His parents had also abandoned him as a young cub, placing him at a random strangers porch. Hoping for the best, to have a better life than they were. Though when the owner of the house opened their front door to the porch. They were horrified to the very core to see this young leopard cub, sleeping in the blanket he was wrapped around.

Although scared, the owner couldn’t help but bring him to an orphanage where he’d stayed for a very long time. As time grew so did he and the start of the bullying. The other children would avoid him like the plague. They pointed at him, calling him all sort of gut wrenching names. Some would shove him while walking or going down the stairs. Sad to say that his body was mostly covered in bruises and scratches.

The caretakers didn’t know what to do. On one hand they have to care for these orphaned children. Then on the other, deal with a carnivore that could possibly end their lives with one hit to the throat. It scared the living day lights out of them. So they too also avoided him as much as possible.

Food was what he struggled with the most. The food served in the orphanage is a diet that is best suited for herbivores unlike a carnivore like him. Consists of vegetables, some fruit on the side, and some radish stew.

No matter how much he desperately tried to get used to the taste, his dislike for it only grew. He also tried reaching out to others. But it was a useless attempt, they only ever scurried away from him.

His heart slowly solidifying his hatred towards these damn herbivores. Until that very moment in his life where he was finally shown what life has to offer. It was day where foster parents choose which child they want to raise as their own. Wakasa didn’t expect much, knowing already how people view him from the outside. He stayed in the center of the orphanage, there he was outside, sitting on a wooden chair. Looking up at the sky, wondering if he’ll ever experience worth life.

His focus was soon interrupted by something who coughed purposely. Standing on his side was a man, short but significantly strong judging his aura. He introduced himself as Master Shifu and that he wants to adopt him. Wakasa was out of words, his mind was racing. Was this a cruel joke?

Yet he was given his answer, when he was brought to the Jade Palace. Within that timeframe, he discovered his love for Kung Fu. That just made Shifu even happier. He raised the young leopard cub as his own, teaching whatever he can to him. Wakasa even got to meet other carnivores like him.

There was Shinichiro, a wolf. Benkei, a strong big tiger. Then there was Akashi, a gentle yet intimidating bear. The four soon became great friends, although this friendship lifespan was cut short. A battle had begun, Wakasa at the time was at a different valley. Leaving the job to his three most trusted best friends. Only to return to hear that they have been slain.

In a blind rage, Wakasa took out the entire army of the enemies who dared take his friends away. Even though the Valley was back to Peace. Wakasa wasn’t, not even the slightest. He trained a lot more, longer hours and more painful exercises to strengthen himself. That way, no one would have the guts to look down upon him like back then. This was also a way in his mind to help keep his friends memories alive. They bonded over Kung Fu and that’s the only thing that he’s ever grown to love.

Shifu saw this slow progression of his darkside, yet his fatherly nature decided to turn a blind eye. When Wakasa was of age, Master Shifu introduced him to Master Oogway.

Nevertheless the less, Wakasa expected to be the next dragon warrior to receive the scroll. Only to be hit by reality once again. Oogway refused to make him the next warrior to receive the scroll. Confused yet pooled with frustration and anger. He took his anger out on the valley.

Ruining peoples houses, venders items, injuring people no matter man, child or woman. After all that havoc, he was still dissatisfied. He barged into the Jade Palace planning to take the scroll by force. The mission failed as Master Shifu and Oogway blocked his path.

Sensing defeat, he ran elsewhere, far into the bamboo forest. His arm and leg were injured but it didn’t slow him down any further. In fact it just caused him to run even faster. All until he tires himself out. Laying on the grass where his eyes glance up at the starry night sky. Mind wondering why things have to be this way before his eyes slowly closed.

The very next day, he was in shock to find himself in a whole new location. His eyes darted down to his arm and leg. Both neatly cleaned and bandaged up with care. As he let this all sink in, he looked around the room. Not long after he awoke, he heard footsteps making him go on edge.

Just as he was ready to pounce, he stopped his inner leopard instincts when he saw a cute bunny girl. You were walking up the stairs to the room with a tray in hand. A tray that had a fragrant smelling stew that made his mouth water.

You were strangely different from any other he’s ever met or seen in this life time. You don’t cower, you don’t insult, and you don’t hesitate to speak or do what you want. Your very much different from the other bunnies he’s witnessed.

Though with your tough nature it was well balanced with kindness. You didn’t exchange any words at first, just smiled. Sitting down on the bed, mattress slowly sinking from the added weight. Then proceeded to get a spoon full of the stew for him to drink. Holding it there until he accepted to drink.

Now Wakasa didn’t know why but his heart was beating rapidly. Probably faster than it ever was before. His eyes were stuck on you, every movement seemed so elegant. The process of drinking from the spoon continues until there was nothing left. He loved every last drop.

What worried him soon after you left to go downstairs was about the Jade guards looking from him. He’s done an unspeakable act in the valley yet you treated him with great respect. More respect that he’s ever received in a long time.

Yet there he was still being a resident in your home to be a great companion. According to what he has learned, you were also an orphan. Adopted by your grandparents but they passed away soon after. Which is why you own their house now, yeah it’s not as fancy as the houses in the valley but it’s live-able and that’s all that mattered.

Wakasa would help you do the farm labor, cook in the kitchen whenever he could, and just generally spend time with you. His yearning for your love only grew stronger every second. He would even have dreams about having a fairytale like ending together. You and him living together, starting a family, then grow old together.

Still the possibility of that happening are slim however he’s willing to try. On the day he was going to ask you to become his girlfriend. The Jade Guards Bursted into your house. You being innocent and oblivious to the situation thought that this was a robbery. Your hands in the air, eyes watery, bunny ears drooping down.

Wakasa hearing all the commotion downstairs ran to see what was going on. The moment the Jade Guards made eye contact they began charging to him. As this all happened within your house, you then see a familiar looking man. It was Master Shifu, making you bow out of respect.

He asked you to get up nicely before explaining to you about why this was all happening. You couldn’t believe your ears. The leopard you thought was gentle, caring, and intelligent could do an act such as that. With enough guards, Wakasa was restrained by the heavy chains. His mouth also had a iron gag so he wouldn’t be able to attack anyone.

Though his eyes were glued to your expression the look of sorrow and betrayal. His heart shattered into dust to never be able to be repaired. The one and only person he held dear in his heart now stands on the other with the other herbivores he dreads to see.

(10 years Later)

Just like in the movie a messenger was sent to Chorh-Gom Prison. To double the amount of security requested by Master Shifu himself. The head Rhino was of course baffled by this message. Feeling arrogant that day he slapped the poor duck messenger.

Letting a single tail feather fall onto the floor which is when Wakasa finally decided to make his move. After all this time, he needs to have his plan in action done now. If not now then never.

Skillfully, he used his tail to reach for the feather then jamming it into the lock. Slowly but surely pushing it to every corner of the lock till it loosened the armored restraint on his torso. Finally being able to breathe normally again. Now able to move his upper body, he broke out off the restraint with ease. Next thing is the move those pesky chains on his wrists.

Shocked and alerted the Rhino guards did all that they can to keep Wakasa in the prison. Nothing worked, from strong thick spears, arrows, soldiers themselves, and dynamite. All failed to keep him locked up.

No one was left well a least for Wakasa to fight until he saw that messenger sent to the prison. Slowly picking him up by the collar before taking a deep inhale of icy cold air.

“It’s been a while since I felt alive. Hahaha… but as for you, I think you can help me. Tell Shifu I’m returning and he better prepare himself for the worst thing possible to come to the Valley”, he spoke in a teasing manner before throwing the duck messenger into the air to transform then fly back to the valley.

He then starts his journey back to the Valley, prepared the take the scroll and you by force it needed. After all this time he wondered about you, whether you thought of him or not. Would you still accept him even after that big incident. So many questions he wanted to ask though left unanswered.

Took about three days to get there, but yet his priority was to enter back into the bamboo forest. Reminding himself of the path he took to get where you were located. And there is stood, the house you and him stayed at like a happy couple.

As if it was fate, the front door opened to see you walk out with a little brown woven basket. The two of you making eye contact immediately. You dropped your basket as you stilled on the spot, “Wakasa?…”.

His body moved on it’s own, in just a few seconds his arms were wrapped around you. Nose inhaling the familiar calming scent he loved. Hearing you call out his name was great but he wanted more than what he had before. “Call me Imaushi instead”.

“But-”, he placed his finger your lips, “No, say my name”. “Imaushi”, you obediently obliged to his happiness. He felt so accomplished just from this little moment alone.

But before you could ask or do anything, you saw him run into the distance. Looking back just once, smiling then winked before waving goodbye. You gut had a terrible discomfort to it. Only fearing for the worst knowing what he is capable of.

No doubt about it, Wakasa soon got control over the valley. Imprisoning Master Shifu as he didn’t have to will to actually kill his adoptive father. With the entire valley in his hands he got the scroll. Although once opened it tossed it away like rubbish.

Now all that’s left is to make you his. And he did, marrying you with a grand wedding for the entire valley to celebrate. But in reality it’s just a way for him to show that you belong to him. And only him. That’ll never change even if their was a reincarnated life after this one.

-a/n: hello, reblogs are very much appreciated. after seeing that my posts don’t go on tags anymore 😞!

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