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taliabhattwrites · 2 months

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'Dulhaniyaa', my F/F contemporary romance, is out for pre-order now!

In this Bollywood-inspired story, a woman consigns herself to the arranged marriage her family has set up, only to realize that she's falling for her dance instructor.

It has:

Desi Lesbians!

Bollywood-inspired camp and surreality

Meditations on queerness and Indian culture

Arranged marriage and forbidden romance

Cis/Trans and ButchFemme main couple

Lighthearted tone with HEA, but with serious moments

Preorder Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CH8ZP3TY/

#contemporary romance #desi tumblr #desiblr #wlw #sapphic #lesbianism #bollywood #arranged marriage #runaway bride #dancing #butch4femme #c4t #lesfic

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sapphicbookclub · 8 days

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Author Spotlight: Talia Bhatt

We're excited to highlight Talia Bhatt, author of the current club read Dulhaniyaa. Read on to hear how her identity and experiences informed her writing, and how queer love is a jailbreak.

“Desi trans lesbian” feels, sometimes, like an ephemeral identity.

I am situated nowhere transhistorically and barely transculturally, having to borrow the language, social trappings, and forms of identification of the nation(s) that colonized and impoverished mine to even express my embodiment and positionality coherently. In a world where Afsaneh Najmabadi can pose the question “Is any one of you a lesbian?” to a room full of Iranian transsexual women and get blank stares, as she relates in Professing Selves, or where Deepa Mehta notes in her groundbreaking lesbian romance Fire that Hindi lacks even a word to express the concept of a woman loving another intimately, romantically, carnally, I am unmoored and unfixed, an anomaly because I dare to imagine my transsexuality independent from men.

“Woman are for men”, assumes every culture with harsh patriarchal contradictions—which does not entirely exclude the West—and trans women doubly so, since the abhorrence of non-heterosexual modes of living and social organization leads many from cultures like mine to presume that a woman would only transition to be with a man. A profound loneliness dogs my very existence, alerting me to the wispy shadows of a shrouded past that barely had a record of women like me prior to the midpoint of the 20th Century, only whispers and rumors and sensationalist gossip scrawled in academic journal by Esther Newton, alluding to the idea of a “man” that, having availed of hormones and surgical interventions, now sleeps with lesbians—the scandal.

No ancestors that are mine to claim.

Dulhaniyaa is not a particularly melancholy book, though a certain pensiveness pervades the opening chapters. There a story within the story written in subtext, in allusions and word choices and snippets of dialogue, that Esha and Billu and Dolly and others are aware of: my homeland, my motherland, my culture and my nation and my state—it is not a place for queer women. It is certainly, emphatically, not a place for a trans woman who fancies herself still attracted to other women, or even indelibly non-binary in a way. Women like us have no names, no pasts, and almost certainly no futures within the narrow confines of the constructed and stifling heterosexual hegemony.

A reviewer was kind enough to sum up Dulhaniyaa for me better than I ever could, stating triumphantly that “Queer love is a jailbreak.” It’s a quote that has stuck with me both for how simply it states a core theme that I certainly labored to convey without necessarily consciously meaning to, as well as for how profoundly vast and unencompassable the prison I find myself in is. My shackles are Time and Language itself, my cell the land I was born in, my wardens its people. I am a refugee in a sense that many, many queer and especially trans people tend to be, evicted and disowned and erased from hearth and homeland.

I wrote Dulhaniyaa because someone broke me out of that cell. She saw the woman I was as well as the woman I could be, and helped me bridge the gap between the two. She is now my wife.

Queer love is a jailbreak. Get your pickaxes ready.

#wlw books #booklr #lgbt books #contemporary #book recs #sapphic books #diverse books #desi #bollywood #trans author #guest post

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vizthedatum · 7 months

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The scene: My partner and I squealing while we watch Maja Ma (a 2022 Bollywood movie starring Madhuri Dixit)

Meanwhile, inside me: Sapphic panic seeps perilously through me as I embody the sheer desi pain of being so out that I could potentially faint at the thought of my entire family and society ostracizing me for being just as queer and gay as the whole Hindu pantheon

#queer #love #sapphic #Maja Ma #madhuri dixit #sapphics love Madhuri Dixit #gay #Bollywood #desi #desi queer #south Asian #Indian #sapphic panic #Hindu #Indian culture is hypocrisy

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janaknandini-singh999 · 8 months

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Chapter 3:

"Oye, Shlokaa! Villu's saying that there are wayy more people here today than there were during the shaadi. I mean, of course the food is better and it just proves that we all attend like besharam to only eat! Anyway, I'll just greet them with Vilasini and apologize for not being present on the wedding. We'll back, k?" Aditi nudged Shlokaa's shoulder with two fingers, an old loving gesture of theirs, and then dragged Vilasini who was laughing with some other aunty.

"Sure." Shlokaa replied, in between chugging her mocktail. Her thoughts were still swirling over the last day's events when she had travelled the whole city like a tourist with Vilasini. For someone who has lived in one place her whole life, Shlokaa had to anxiously google all places of attraction just in case she left anything. But in the end - "screw it", she just visited two to three main places and then went with the flow carrying them wherever the wind went, while Vilasini asked random strangers their experiences and places they'd recommend.

"But.. we have google maps and reviews." Shlokaa said.

"Meri jaan, logo ke dil ki jo memories hoti hain woh internet pe nahi milti. I asked them their favourite places, not a five star hotel." Vilasini chuckled.

Shlokaa had smiled, so they really couldn't help but go with the flow - even though she couldn't quite understand what Vilasini said in the beginning. Now, Shlokaa' hindi was a little weak (the beginning of her childhood years she had spent abroad and now the westernized accent and language wasn't leaving her) and Vilasini's was surprisingly good for a South Indian.

Meri- what?

What had she called her?

She'd ask her someday.

Suddenly, Vilasini had excitedly pointed at something. "Would you LOOK at that beautiful sunset?" Shlokaa had turned her head ahead. It was definitely beautiful. She had spent years in this city, seen countless of these sunsets but it was as if Vilasini's presence just brightened and heightened every part of existence around. Everything was the same old thing yet so different. Like a rebirth.

Vilasini then had grabbed her hand and sprinted to an ice cream stall as they had watched the sunset while eating ice cream together.

"Heyo, cutie Buttercup." Shlokaa was knocked into reality from her reverie, coming back into the reception. She turned around. Only one person called her that.

"Manika." Shlokaa nodded slowly

Manika gestured her champagne glass into a raising a toast position, then advanced towards her friend, so smoothly as if gliding. She was wearing a sparkling black sari, looking as deviously enchanting as ever. Her deep green bangles clanking as she moved, her magnificent chandelier earrings swaying and nath glinting in the dark as mischievously as her, her siren eyes contrasting with her rosy face, her skinny figure contrasting with her wide hips. She was a sea of contradictions but it suited her well, guys would lay down their lives for her.

"What a pleasure to see the local baddie here!" Manika hooked her arms with Shlokaa's. "Thank God, I would've been bored to death here if it weren't for you, honey. After all, I can't mingle with all the oldies and kids and weirdos.. unlike that damn lesbian."

Shlokaa's heart stopped briefly. Her breathing shook. Her gaze toppled. A hot flower bloomed inside and instantly shed its petals on her heart but instead of petals landing softly, it was like mines dropping and exploding. A cold knife plunged right across her gut. She was blinded - all she could see was darkness.

"Who?" It was like Shlokaa wasn't even speaking, someone else in her body was.

"Vilasini. Ew. I don't even wanna take her name." And Shlokaa ran. Ran forward with all her might in heavy, painful but very fast steps.

"That's right, darling. Show her what happens when anomalies mess up good ambience." Manika scoffed

But as soon as Shlokaa saw Vilasini, she froze. All her running but time was slowed down on seeing her. It was happening again. All over again. Vilasini, surprised but happy at seeing Shlokaa just smiled and waved her to come join. Vilasini, in her warm fire coloured salwar and chaand baaliya, standing next to Aditi in her silver sari. They were all picture perfect. Until they weren't.

Shlokaa dragged Vilasini in a corner, not too much away from the crowd but not too near either. "Kya hua, meri pyaari-" Vilasini started and suddenly Shlokaa slapped her, sharply right across her face. A small echo rung across the entire field for a moment. Some abruptly stopped talking and stared at them, some continued - not caring and mumbling "arey kya kare bacche toh ladte rehte hain." Vilasini almost tripped from the shock. Her automatic expression was to smile but she was finding it hard to do it right now, still she managed. "Shlokaa, is everythi-"

Another slap, a harder one. A punch probably, Vilasini couldn't tell because she blanked and fell down hard this time, tumbling on the grass as it sloped. She softly put a finger on her face, the corner of her mouth twitching as she realized her upper lip bleeding slightly, her salwar torn a little bit at its neck. Her eyes were swelling with tears too now, she had tried to withhold them but the pain was too much.

"Are you.. are you into girls?" She almost slapped the question on Vilasini as well, the heat rushing back into her because of.... God knows WHAT? She had just slapped this girl, thinking it'll kill the heat coz she thought it was caused by shame and anger but-!?

"Is this all--!?? how could you.. I... listen carefully, Shlokaa. I don't care for you in that manner. Better get that inside. your. head." Vilasini hissed.

Shlokaa had seen many angry people in her life, in fact she loved imagining and making up scenarios of situations and people in different emotions. But she found it impossible to picture Vilasini furious. And now that she was, it was.. something else entirely. Nothing objectively aggressive like she had observed of other people. This. It tugged something so much at her and she lost complete control of her senses, freezing again. She didn't know what to say. "So, you only care about girls you're.. into?"

"What. the. HELL is wrong with YOU!? Have you gone MAD??? Do you even know what you're blabbering on about?" Vilasini's voice cracked

And so did Shlokaa's heart, just the littlest bit. "Nice" she thought. She thought her heart must've been lomg destroyed by now but cracking meant it still existed. But she had been thinking so wrong all this time. Her insides jumped and screamed at her, she wanted to move fast, just do something. Anything. But the last time she did that, which was just now - she had ended up slapping someone.

"Villu-- VILASINI!!! ARE YOU OK?! OH GOD. WHAT HAPPENED??" Aditi came scrambling and helped Vilasini to her feet, who groaned just a bit at being lifted. She had fallen and shifted her weight on her elbow too it seemed because it hurt as she moved it.

"Nothing," Vilasini smiled.

She did it.

She finally managed to smile even in a situation like this one. Even though it was a little painful because of the cut on her lip.

Shlokaa had wanted her to fight back, hit her, get even, then forgive. Not smile like this. Because it hurt more than anything physical ever could.

Vilasini's voice quietly thundered

"Looks like your friend is done with my energy. She's used hers up showing me the city so her duty is done anyway. Maybe she just didn't like my face after all? Why else would you do this to an otherwise pretty one? But guess what, I didn't like her either. Tell her I don't want to see her stupid, smug face. ever. again."

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Vilasini sighed on the railway station bench late at night and checked her watch. She was leaving. And it was now or never. The reason she had stayed longer in this city was also ironically the reason she was doing this tonight. She hadn't even told Aditi about it. She'd tell as soon as she would reach home, she'd apologize, her cousin would understand. She could feel her eyes moisting again. She was so tired.

A hoot. She got up, dusted herself off and walked away, looking back one last time towards the city lights as she boarded. She couldn't get herself to walk inside right away for some reason so she stepped and lingered at the door. Suddenly, the train started moving so she headed inside.

"VILASINI!"

"Shlokaa?" She couldn't believe her ears

But here she was, running to her, running with the train. In the same outfit she had been wearing in the reception. Night sky deep blue lehenga and anklets twinkling with her sad eyes, kajal smudging everywhere.

"Have you been crying?" Vilasini whispered

"I should ask that to you. You look-"

"Not again. So, you really are a mad girl.

Vilasini couldn't believe any of the last two days that took place, everything happened so fast. But she ached so much, she wasn't even sure if she was paining because of herself or because of her. Why would she bother to for someone who had made a place in her heart so quickly but devastated it just as quickly?

"Please forgive me." Shlokaa pleaded, the city lights flashing in her eyes, running faster as the train did, almost tripping, Vilasini's heart skipped.

But then she did it. She didn't slap her or hit her. But she pushed her. Ever so gently that you couldn't even call it a push. Just a touch with her palm and a soft push. Shlokaa lost her grip, tripped and went swirling onto the railway platform but regained balance soon.

She didn't even fall or face any injury. She heaved slowly, standing frozen on her spot as she saw the train slowly going out of view now.

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nainawithspecs · 2 years

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90's Bollywood yash raj romance movie but make it sapphic: Pooja and Chandini fall in love in the cheesiest and the most yrf-esque ways complete with flying dupattas and dreamy bgm and live their lives together in a cottage on the hillside <33

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theinfinitedivides · 6 months

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i must not let the urge to rewatch Jawan yet again disturb me. that urge is the mind-killer. that urge is the little-death that brings total mismanagement of time and pushes me gloriously behind in my k-drama watching. i will face this urge. i will permit the visuals of daddy!SRK and his cigars and malewife!SRK and his stepdaughter and his restaurant that he runs and the band of sapphics that he fosters to pass over me and through me. when it returns i will turn the inner eye to see the library of screenshots left in its previous days. where the urge has passed there will be nothing. only my sanity will remain.

#film: jawan #jawan #shah rukh khan #srk #vijay sethupathi #nayanthara #sanya malhotra #priyamani #deepika padukone #bollywood #local gay watches Bollywood.txt #local gay watches Jawan (and spends the entire time filing the various SRK avatars into new DILF categories).txt #opened up the tab to watch the latest ep of Biography of a Villain and nearly closed it the way i was itching to (yes. again) rewatch #Jawan almost as soon as i finished #the merry band of thieves smugglers and sapphics has their claws in me they will not let go pray for my soul

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nantosueltas · 2 years

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Padmaavat x Mehrunissa OTP in bisexual flag colors, commission for @allegoriesinmediasres 🌷

thank you for commissioning me 🥹🙏🏼✨

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brwngrlventing · 2 years

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Bend it Like Beckham but make it queer... where- do I even have to explain this one because this was the queerest straight film ever 👀 Happy Pride Month to the Sapphics ♥️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈♥️

IG: BrwnGrlVenting

@desi-lgbt-fest

#queer desi #desi lgbt #gaysian #south asian #lgbt #pride #queer #lgbtq #bollywood #bend it like beckham #wlw #south asian wlw #sapphic #illustration

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taliabhattwrites · 1 month

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Pre-Order Incentive for 'Dulhaniyaa'!

Many of you have been very kind to me and I've sailed past 100 preorders on my debut romance novel, which I'm overjoyed and grateful for.

I don't believe I'm actually going to hit this benchmark, but just for fun, here's something that I think people might enjoy as well: my next project, titled Jeevansaathi, a crime thriller story of romance, reincarnation and revenge!

If I somehow manage to hit 150 preorders on Dulhaniyaa, I'll upload the prologue of Jeevansaathi for download (:

#wlw romance #sapphic books #sapphic literature #sapphic romance #forbidden love #contemporary romance #preview #crime thriller #bollywood #bollywood inspired #reincarnation #revenge thriller #trans books #trans romance

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lezzyneverland · 2 years

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“Without desire there is no point in living. And you know what? I desire to live. I desire Sita”

Fire (1996)

#lgbt representation #bollywood #lesbian hindi film #poc lesbian #lgbt pride #lgbtq community #lgbtq #poc lgbt #lgbt poc #film #my post #wlw pride #wlwedit #wlw post #wlw #sapphic film #sapphic love

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crimson-violets · 1 year

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If there was a Black Butler Season 2 live action movie that was non problematic, not so open ended, had better character and plot development as well as better writing, who would you want to play Hannah Annafellows? 💜

#black butler #anime #kuroshitsuji 2 #hannah annafellows #wife #id settle for jasmin savoy brown #she played a sapphic icon in the 2022 reboot of scream #or a bollywood actress

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