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jalebi-weds-bluetooth · 2 years

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NAVIGATION & NAMASTE

Hello Hi No Bye Bye to Jalebi Weds Bluetooth, a fan blog for the tv show IPKKND (Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon).

I also run a podcast called Iss Podcast Ko Kya Naam Doon?

Below I have links to everything on this website and this post is updated WEEKLY so check this post before sending in any asks or just if you wanna casually stalk this blog a la Shyam Manohar Jha - I don’t mind :)

I’m updating this page with like getting links of 25 pages a day - and there are 288 pages on my blog so beware - it’ll take at least 2-4 weeks before I’m upto date!

The following headings are sorted alphabetically; ask box, blogs I like to stalk, characters, fan fictions, favorite scenes/lists, gifs, ipk discussion, ipkknd memes, ipkknd podcast, Kamlesh khabri, personal takes, reblogs, relationships (of characters in the show), [other links]

Askbox

(where I send out a list of questions for people to ask me)

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Blogs I like to stalk

@phati-sari @honeybellexox @onadaanparindey @laadgovernorandsankadevi @desitellytales @aye-masakalii @tellywoodtrash

@jukti-torko-golpo @shaonharryandpannisim @vidhurvrika @m0hinii @shiyaravi @jaanedil

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Characters

Arnav | Khushi | Other Characters | Shyam

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Fan Fictions

(anything I write almost always ends with a happily ever after)

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Favorites/Scene Lists

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Gifs/Photos/Vids

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IPKKND Discussion

Office Track

Early Arshi Days

Shantivan Training

Nainital Track/Khushi Feelz

Diwali/Engagement Feelz

Payash Wedding Season

Forced Elopement

Kidnapping Track

Didi Ki Saut & Khushi’s Birthday

24 Hours Track

Dadi/Confession Track

Remarriage

Post Remarriage Days & Show Ending

Arnav & Khushi’s Sex Life

Post Canon (includes Rewind)

Ek Jashn

What If (for eg: what if the terrace scene didn’t happen, etc)

Other (shows/movies, comparisons, off screen, technical stuff in IPK)

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IPKKND Memes

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IPKKND Podcast!

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Kamlesh Khabri

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Personal Takes

Khushi | IPKKND | Arnav & Khushi | No Filter

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Reblogs

Where I reblog what others have said/spoken about IPK. Or when I’m advertising myself from Jalebi Likes. Or some serious issues not related to IPK.

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Relationships

Arnav & Khushi | Arnav & Lavanya

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For all the sweet people who just send me love out of nowhere <3

Conversations with Shy Anon <3

Conversations with Mutton <3

Conversations with RDX <3

#NAVIGATION #IMPORTANT POST #THE THING ABOUT JALEBI WEDS BLUETOOTH #HELLO HI

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phati-sari · 2 years

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I WAS ON A ISS PYAAR KO KYA NAAM DOON REWATCH KICK WHEN I FOUND YOUR BLOG THIS MORNING AND OMG????? THE FANFICTION YOU WROTE IS SO GOOD IM ON THE FLOOR ON MY HANDS AND KNEES SORRY I HAVE TO GO BACK TO DOING UNIVERSITY STUFF NOW BUT HOLY CRAP TERE BIN DESTROYED ME YOU ARE A WITCH PHATI SARI THE ANGST IS DELICIOUS LIKE GO GIRL MAKE ARNAV SUFFER WE LOVE TO SEE IT

594 PAGES OF IPKKND BLOG??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME IM ABOUT TO GO THROUGH THE ENTIRE THING WHEN I FIND THE TIME THANKYOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO THE CAUSE MISS PHATI SARI

Hello and welcome to the blog!

Thanks for reading the fan fiction!! I'm really glad you like Tere Bin in particular, I will gladly accept the lovingly bestowed title of witch hahaha. I've only had a few people interested in reading the full history of the blog, I feel like I must warn you that it's not all that interesting in the beginning!!

Thank you again for the sweet message, take loads of care!

#anon ask #answered #nice things

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laadgovernorandsankadevi · 2 years

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OS: Khanak

can also be read here as well: wordpress

What once was, was no longer a secret. Arnav Singh Raizada’s eyes were reserved for his wife, and there wasn’t anything that would ever be distracting enough for him to not notice what was his Khushi thinking.

This fateful evening, the two were getting ready to attend a dinner thrown by one of the investors of AR. When he had first asked Khushi to start accompanying him to dinners, he had been skeptical of her fitting in with the snooty society that valued brands, and summers abroad over local cuisine and monsoon, but much to his surprise, Khushi was a favorite amongst the wives of the men he associated it for her animated responses to their absurd stories.

He was stuffing the neck scarf when Khushi finally stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a bright orange silk sari with sequins bordering the length of it. Her hair was partially dry with a towel wrapped at the ends with the overgrown bangs framing her face. His eyes automatically shifted to observe her movements while continuing to adjust his own clothes.

She moved frantically towards the vanity table he had been standing in front of to pull out blush and kajal. He was always surprised by how little make-up her skin required after moisturizing. How did she never get pimples? She carelessly threw the pink pigment on her cheeks while the towel hung over her shoulder.

Her eyes met his in the mirror, and she stood still for a moment. “Humein zada waqt nahi lage ga! pakka!” [I won’t take too long! Promise!]

Her hands moved towards the small brass holder with kajal, one that she pulled out the stick of with startling ease and slid in between her waterline and lid. He stepped back giving her more space and picked up his cologne before observing the flush on her face. She reached for a colored pencil to underline her eyes with before using the leftover blush on the brush to brush over her eyelids and using the liner to accentuate them further.

Her eyes now appeared more bright than before. He had fallen for her eyes, and every single time he looked at them, he couldn’t figure out whether he had adored them as much as they deserved to be.

She rushed to throw the towel off her hair and threw it over the bed. He let out a sigh and picked it up to place on the back of the recliner. Was it her, or did girls barely care where they threw things in haste to get ready? His eyes had moved away from her face for a second, and he missed the moment she put the jhumke on.

Her hand hovered about the vanity table for something else. What else did she need, he wondered. She looked perfect as is. But he was wrong. She bent slightly to open the drawer for something. He peeked in to see what it could be. He was pleasantly surprised.

She pulled out bangles. Yellow and orange, glass bangles that jingled the moment she placed the box on the table. Was it the one he thought it was? Her fingers ran through her hair to set them behind her before slowly moving to displace the bangles from the box to their rightful place but what she was unaware of, was that her husband had been standing back observing every single movement.

“Ruko.” [wait] he said, and her hands halted midair with a surprise.

“Kya hua?” [What happened?] she asked, confused

“May I?” His hands stretched out towards her while the other covered the box before them. She smiled, and her eyes twinkled.

His fingers slipped inside the box, and slowly took out a couple before moving towards her hand. Her fingers, ever so delicate rested in between his. Ever so gently, he slipped the glass bangles onto her wrist, listening to their khanak as they fell over one another.

“Yeh wohi hain na?” [they are those ones, aren’t they?] He asked.

“Aap ko yaad hai?” [You remember?]

“Kaise bhool sakta hoon.” [How can I forget]

He continued slipping them in, letting the jingling echo in between them while meeting her eyes. The small smile refused to leave their faces. It felt like yesterday when he had found himself lurking around her to get a glimpse of whether she had accept his gift.

He had wanted then, when she had been asked to remove to dupatta from her hands; and now just as he slipped the last of the set onto her wrist for time to suspend itself with nothing but the echos of her bangles to ring in between. He stared at her adorned hands, and pulled them to his lips to kiss her wrists and fingers.

“You look beautiful!”

“kyun ke hum ne aap ki pasand ki chudiyaan pehni hain?” [because I am wearing your choice of bangles?] she teased.

He shook his head but then pulled her hand towards him. The bangles crashed against one another, and her eyes looked into his’ from merely an inch away. “Tumhe kya lagta hai?” [what do you think?] He asked.

She didn’t reply, but he saw the twinkle in her eyes. She broke away from his pull without answering, to fill her part, fix her hair, and spray the perfume he had gotten for her all while his eyes remained transfixed on her.

“Chalein?” she said once done. He nodded and walked over to pick up his phone while she picked up the small potli to slip onto her wrist.

The remainder of the night was engaging but not enough for Arnav Singh Raizada’s ears to not perk up at every jingling of his wife’s anklets and bangles. His eyes would momentarily lose sight of her every now and then, but her ornaments did their best to beckon him towards her.

If his eyes looked for hers at any given instance, then his ears listened for twinkling sounds that wrapped around all of her presence.

#SoundCloud #urkkgsr #ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon fan fiction #ipkknd ff #arhi #arshi

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thatcollateraldamage · 3 years

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this whole fuckinh sequence i swear takes me out every single time

ipkknd fanfic titled waves and particles written by rockbarbie on india forums.

#ipkknd #ipkknd ff #fan fiction #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #ipkknd crack #arnav and khushi

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lovingbirds25 · 3 years

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#Repost @arshisarunfan • • • • • • Sanaya Irani said in the video clip depicting the ‘Making of the Promo’ of IPKKND EK JASHN on #hotstar (link: Check out Making of the Promo on Disney+ Hotstar! http://www.hotstar.com/1000077257 ) in 2015: “And I want to say that I also choreographed it. So I am very proud of myself.” 🥰😃 The promo of IPKKND Ek Jashn (Link to the promo: Check out Ek Jashn with Arnav-Khushi on Disney+ Hotstar! http://www.hotstar.com/1000076917 ) went on to win BRONZE at Abyss, #GoaFest2016 🏆🎉 Here is the excerpt from the article of IndianTelevision.com : ‘Star India’s flagship show Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon also claimed a bronze for making the best TV Fiction Promo for its rebooted mini-series version on Hotstar - Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon - Ek Jashn. The promo was successful in sparking nostalgia as well as creating a superb buzz around the popular show, as also inviting TV fans of the show to turn to their OTT platform Hotstar to enjoy the webseries.’ (Check these links : 1] https://www.indiantelevision.com/mam/marketing/star-india-s-mauka-mauka-and-iss-pyaar-ko-kya-naam-doon-ek-jashn-shine-at-abbys-2016-160411?fbclid=IwAR3hC4aHag0qC7K28JpdPFrlCetKrytyXimdS1neRxdiI6QabPOBC-sEfjs 2] https://twitter.com/tellychakkar/status/719520406969782272?s=20 ) ‪#IPKKNDEkJashn‬ ‪#IssPyaarKoKyaNaamDoonEkJashn‬ ‪#IssPyaarKoKyaNaamDoon‬ ‪#IPKKND‬ ‪#RabbaVe‬ ‪#SanayaIrani‬ ‪#BarunSobti‬ ‪#SaRun‬ ‪#KhatarnaakChemistry‬ ❤️🔥 ‪#SanayaBarun‬ ‪#BarunSanaya‬ ‪#Arshi‬ ‪#arnavsinghraizada‬ ‪#KhushiKumariGupta‬ ‪‬ ‪#NoSanayaNoIPKKND‬ ‪#NoSarunNoIpkknd‬ ‫#سنايا_ايراني‬ ‎‫#بارون_سوبتي‬ ‎‫#من_النظرة_الثانية‬ ‎‫#من_النظرة_الثانية_الجزء_الرابع‬ ‎‫#من_النظرة_الثانية4‬ ‪#mbcbollywood‬ ‪#khushiindosiar‬ ‪#dueleamar‬ ‪#birgaripaşk‬ ‪#sarunhamesha‬ ❣️We want a ‪#newsarunshow‬ with SANAYA IRANI & BARUN SOBTI ‪@sanayairani‬ ‪@starplus‬ ‪@disneyplushotstar‬ https://www.instagram.com/p/CH96jEbpr0C/?igshid=1eqa57c10u4tx

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shippersark · 5 years

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ArShi FF | Best Laid Plans | IPKKND FF | Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon FF

ArShi FF | Best Laid Plans | IPKKND FF | Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon FF #BarunSobti #SanayaIrani #Arshi #IPKKND #IPKKNDFF #ArshiFF #ArnavSinghRaizada #Khushi #ArnavKhushiFF #IssPyaarKoKyaNaamDoon

Chapter 1

The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry ~ Robert Burns

As the aircraft speedily floated downwards to touch the ground, Khushi stared outside seeing nothing, clutching the armrests of her first-class window seat with dear life. When, after an eternity, her flight landed on the airstrip with a muted thud and a slight jerk to her person, she sagged back in relief. Thanking God…

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#Arnav Kushi fanfiction #Arnav Kushi FF #ARSHI FAN FICTIONS #Arshi fanfiction #Arshi ff #arshi ff new stories #‎Arshi SS #‎Arshi Stories #‎Arshi कहानियाँ #ipkknd ff #ipkknd Stories #Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon FF

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laadgovernorandsankadevi · 2 years

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OS: Here

can be read here as well: wordpress

He yawned while flipping the channels to ultimately settle on the sports channel replaying highlights from a test match earlier. Rarely the one to turn on the bedroom tv, his attention shifted to his wife sitting across from on the green recliner in front of the television.

Her head was bowed in concentration. Yards of fabric lay in her lap which was being embroidered with small golden motifs. It must be for her sister, he concluded recalling the list of presents she had made and narrated to him.

“Suno–” [listen] He called her out softly.

Her head shot up and her hands stilled with the needle in between her fingers. Her brows furrowed at the softness of his tone and the way he had beckoned her, “ji?”

“Idhar aao.” [come here] He said. The words felt like lightness in midst of the silent night and buzzing of the voices from the television.

She smiled, her face softening. “Kyun?” [why?] She breathed.

“Yahan bathe jao na?” [come sit here please?] He requested, pulling her pillow towards himself. A coy smile danced on her lips.

“par—” [but—] she resigned a sigh pointing out the fabric in her lap.

“Thodi dair ke leye?” [for just a little bit] He asked, his voice lowering and his face appearing dejected.

She looked at his pouting face, the needle in her hand, the lingering sourness of her wrist, and the fabric left to be embroidered in her lap. She looked up again. “Theek hai!” [okay] She replied.

She put the threads and needles into the tin box next to her feet and left the fabric on the recliner. She climbed into the bed, scooted over to wrap her arm around his, and placed her head on his shoulder.

“We can watch whatever you want.” He offered.

“Nahi.” [no] She said, “Yeh theek hai.” [this is okay]

He lowered the volume of the television, pulled his arm out from hers to wrap it around her. She frowned for a moment before wrapping her arms around his torso. Her head leaned on his shoulder.

She tried paying attention to the statistics shared by the newscaster but his heartbeat wouldn’t stop echoing in her ears. He kissed her head.

“Khushi?” He said.

She didn’t reply. He looked down to see her sound asleep. He smiled shaking his head. She could be quite predictable at times.

#SoundCloud #ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #arshi #arhi #ipkknd ff #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon fan fiction

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laadgovernorandsankadevi · 2 years

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OS: Chanchan

Arnav had been sitting on the recliner eating pakoras his darling wife had brought for him about a few minutes ago, with a book in his hand. He was indeed paying attention to the book until she walked in. There hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary that had happened through the whole day but something in the air felt different.

She had placed the plate on the coffee table next to his cup of coffee. She had then slowly peeked outside the windows before smiling at the monsoon clouds. He had watched her curiously, trying his best to observe her as much as he could while still holding the book up to his face. Khushi’s face was a canvas of emotions he had to be quick to decipher. He would blink and he would miss out on the thousand thoughts cooking up in her head.

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#ipkknd #ipkknd ff #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon fan fiction #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #arhi #arshi

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laadgovernorandsankadevi · 2 years

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OS: Plaits & Braids

a special thank you to @jalebi-weds-bluetooth for being my personal beta-reader for this fic, with excerpt posted blow;

Arnav walked out the bathroom wearing trousers for bed, and saw her brushing her hair while sitting near the edge of the bed.

He smiled and sat next to her, “kya kar rahi ho?” [what are you doing?] He asked.

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#ipkknd ff #ipkknd fanfic #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon fan fiction #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #ipkknd

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laadgovernorandsankadevi · 3 years

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Drabbles: A x K

nine ‘100 word’ stolen moments between Arnav & Khushi, in celebration of nine years of their wedding anniversary. These are also available on my wordpress blog and india-forums. English translations added in parentheses. You can check out all my fan fictions here.

1. Arre!

[102 words]

He pulled her arm towards him just as she was about to leave the room. She crashed into him, her forehead hitting his chin before she looked up.

"Arre!!" (hey!)

"what?"

"Are you bored of me? because that's what it feels like right now!"

"Really? this again!" she shook her head at him.

"Aren't you tired from last night?" she instigated, provoking him to remember the events of the night from a few hours earlier.

"Absolutely not!"

"You're exceptionally shameless."

"Thank you!" he leaned in. She pulled her head back, her lips curled into a teasing smile. He leaned further and kissed her.

2. Nazar;

[100 words]

A smile involuntarily made its place on his face when he saw her struggling to pull the back of the necklace.

“Stop!”

She rolled her eyes before letting go and standing in front of him.

He pushed away the hair to the side, ever so gently. His finger tips teased the curves of her neck and shoulder blades.

“Arnav ji!” she whined

“Yeah, alright!”

He pushed the beads holding the string together, placed her hair where it ought to be. She moved away and observed her face.

“Achi laag rahi ho!” (you look beautiful!)

She met his eyes through the mirror and smiled.

3. Chand

[100 words]

She leaned against the pillar by the opposite end of the pool with furrowed brows.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned

“Moon’s hidden behind the clouds” she complained, sighing.

“Ah.” he nodded agreeing, scanning the sky himself.

She tilted her head, observing him observing the sky.

“aap kyun dhoond rahe hain? hamein toh laga tha app ka chand zameen pe hai.” (why are you looking? I thought your moon was already on earth.)

He looked at her amused. “Oh really?”

The smile was turning upside down on her face. “kyun?” (why?) she questioned softly, “ab hum apke chand nahi hain?” (am I not your moon anymore?)

He stepped closer, taking her hand in his, kissing the top. “Hamesha.” (forever.)

4. Kya Hai!

[100 words]

She was annoyed. All she wanted was to eat her barfi in peace but he kept trying to pick off crumbs from her lips.

"Kya hai?!" (what?) she exclaimed, questioning his repeated attempts at caressing her face.

"Kya kya hai?" (what what?) he teased, pretending to be oblivious.

She grumbled taking another bite. He repeated everything all over again.

"Kya hai! —Just let me eat!" (Whaaattt!—)

"Kya?" (what)

"Kya kya?" (what what?)

"Kya?" (what?)

"errgghhh kya hai bas karein!" (errgghhh what! can you please stop!)

He laughed. Her eyes widened understanding his deliberate attempts. She shook her head, picked up her food, kissed him on his cheek, and walked away to eat in peace.

5. Aap—!

[100 words]

She stood next to the vanity table, stuffing pleats of the sari.

He smiled walking up to her and pulled the pleats out.

“Aap yeh kiya—,” (what are you—) she started annoyed but stopped seeing the look on his face

He was about to say something when they received a knock on the door. He opened it to see his grandmother, “Khushi nahi aa sakti, us ki tabiyat kharab hai.” (Khushi can’t come, she isn’t feeling well.)

The woman left after being refused to come inside.

She looked at him unimpressed.

He draped the pallu as a rope to pull her towards him. She looked up, smiled, and gave in.

6. Theek Ho?

[101 words]

He was sitting on the recliner with knitted brows and a book in hand. She stepped out of the bathroom to see his back towards her.

She walked up to sit behind him in the small space left on the recliner, leaning on his back.

“tum theek ho?” (are you alright?) he asked stopping midway to pull her hand wrapped around his arms into his hand and looking over his back.

“hmm” she responded resting her chin on his shoulder.

He observed her closely. He kissed her fingers before returning to the book whilst she sat still, falling asleep on his shoulder minutes later.

7. Yaad Karvaoon?

[105 words]

He saw her wearing the same black sari that she had worn the first time they—

“yeh kyun pehna hai?” (why are you wearing that?) he inquired

“kyun?” (why?) she remarked obliviously

He blinked at her, unsure whether it was a conscious choice to wear this for tonight or otherwise.

“yaad hai jab tum ne isse pheli dafa pehna tha?” (remember when you wore that the first time?)

She peered at his face from the mirror. It took a minute for the memory to make its way back for her. She bit her cheek before stating, “nahi. nahi yaad hai—” (no, i don’t remember)

He took two strides forward, pulling her to face him. “yaad karvaoon kya?” (should I help you recall then)

She smiled before adding cheekily, “karvaye na!” (yeah, please do!)

8. Laal

[99 words]

They were watching one of his favorite films. His eyes were glued to the screen, hers on his face.

“Khushi!” he said in a warning tone as she poked his face

“Apke kaan laal ho rahein hai!” (Your ears are red) she justified

He glared before looking away.

“Arre, aap ke gaal kitne laal hogaye hain!” (Oh, your cheeks seem pretty red too!) she added animatedly.

“Arnav ji, aap hamein kyun nahi dekh rahe!” (Arnav ji! Why aren’t you looking at me!)

“Kyun ke mujhe waise hi pata hai ke tumhari naak laal ho rahi hai!” (because I don’t need to look at you to know your nose is already red) he replied with a grim expression.

She gasped and turned around to watch the film. He chuckled putting his arm around her.

9. Choti Si Duniya

[100 words]

She snuggled the blanket while adjusting her head on his chest.

"kabhi kabar lagta hai waqt guzra hi nahi." (Sometimes it feels time hasn’t passed as much as it has.)

"acha?" (Yeah?) he chuckled at her statement

"aap ko aisa nahi lagta?" (it doesn’t feel like that to you?) she questioned, turning her head up to face him and resting her arms over his chest while laying on her stomach

"lagta hai." (It does) he said smiling. "lagta hai waqt tham gaya hai!" (It feels like time has come to a stand still.)

"hamein bhi!" (Yeah, me too!) she laid back after pressing a kiss onto his cheek.

"—jaise abhi bhi waise hi choti si duniya hai jo pehle din thi!" (–it’s as if our small world is as is, as it was since the beginning)

"mhmm" he agreed, "aur hamesha rahe gi!" (and it’ll remain like this forever?)

"Hamesha?!" (Forever?!) she challenged.

He replied, "Hamesha!" (Forever!)

#ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #arnav and khushi #arnav singh raizada #khushi kumari gupta #arhi #arshi #ipkknd ff #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon fan fiction #arnav x khushi

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laadgovernorandsankadevi · 3 years

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for our fav @jalebi-weds-bluetooth, I hope it’s worth the wait!!

#ipkknd ff #ipkknd smut #jalebi-weds-bluetooth #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon fan fiction #this has been in the drafts for a month now #also in that shared note lol #I kind of don't love it but I was too impatient to not share anymore #it has more potential #I could've gone more raunchy and switched the scenes around #omg its too late to have this realization #also love you sm #honestly I hope we are frands 5ever

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laadgovernorandsankadevi · 2 years

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OS: Confessions [revised ed.]

He smiled to himself, realizing how much of him had changed since they had met. He has always had an inkling about something brewing in-between them, something unconditionally present that pulled them towards one another.

Despite her curiously toeing the lines between them to figure out what was present between them, he was sure that a lot of her feelings mirrored him. He needed to let her know about these feelings. He needed to confess, and he wanted to hear her confess.

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laadgovernorandsankadevi · 3 years

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OS: Eventful Endings [NSFW . 16+]

I haven’t been able to catch up with the recaps but as consolation for myself, I ended up writing this. It’s been quite some time since I’ve attempted writing something mature, so if you’re able to leave reviews or comments, please do so! I can use the criticism. Thought to share it here as well. It’s currently available on my wordpress blog and India-forums. You can check out all my fan fictions here.

Arnav took a deep sigh before walking into the room where the women of the house had congregated. He was tired, and all he wanted was to go to bed with his wife next to him.

The plush seats of the newly renovated home theatre found its pristine leather littered with popcorn, empty soda cans, and empty packets of salty lays. Anjali and Payal were silently wiping their tears, while Mami ji was hiccuping alongside his wife, who was sitting with her legs crossed whilst stuffing samosas into her mouth. Behind the ladies, NK was seated next to confused Babli who had been visiting her Mr. A for ten days of her summer holidays. It was Babli who shook Khushi’s shoulder, diverting her attention from the family breaking up in Hum Saath Saath Hain on-screen to Arnav standing at the door, with his arms crossed.

Jolting out from her fixed trance, Khushi blew out her nose into the napkin in her hand which had seen better days. She looked towards Babli and then towards the person she was pointing her finger at. Arnav ji was standing looking a little more annoyed than usual with his arms folded across the chest. He walked up towards them, blocking their view to the screen just as Mamta ji’s three titaliyas appeared.

“Why do you all insist on watching this film over and over again when all of you end up in..” he gestured towards their collective faces, “..a state like this.”

“Chotte, we don’t invite you for a reason.” Anjali retorted while craning her neck to get a good view of the blocked screen.

Payal chuckled through her silent sobs which earned her a glare from Arnav.

“Arnav ji!—“ Khushi started hoping to say something along the lines of what her sister-in-law had just said but gulped seeing that the glare earned by sister two seconds ago was now directed at her. “—why are you here? I thought you were going to sleep?”

“oh really, then go to sleep Nanav. don’t block the screen.” NK said through a mouthful of chips which Arnav chose to ignore.

The commotion caused by Arnav’s arrival had caused Aaksh to wake up. He had fallen asleep in one of the back seats. As much as he loved watching old films, he didn’t know how to tell his mother and sister-in-law that Hum Saath Saath Hain isn’t good enough to watch for the third time in one week alone. Like many other events occurring throughout the day, him abruptly popping from behind Payal was ignored by everyone around him.

“—I’ll move if Khushi comes with me.” he declared.

“oh okay, go phati sari. bye bye!” Manorama attempted to push Khushi from her place to continue watching the remaining hour and half of the film peacefully.

Khushi looked at Arnav who was still standing in front of the screen. She wasn’t a fan of his smug expressions and after everyone telling her she’s allowed to be excused, she found herself begrudgingly getting up.

“I don’t understand why Khushi ji keeps making plans with us when she knows that Chotte isn’t going to let her out of his sight after midnight,” Anjali remarked just as Khushi and Arnav left the room.

“there was a time when your mama ji was exactly like Arnav bitwa.” Manorama interjected somberly. “and now, he’s peacefully snoring upstairs, instead of sitting here”

Khushi quickened her pace as they both left the room refusing to let him catch up to her.

“Khushi,” he called out seeing her silently muttering ahead of him. “Khushi!”

“God, come on Khushi!”

She headed towards the cupboards to change into her night shalwar ignoring him calling her out. She knew that one look at him was going to break her completely and Laad Governor needed consistent reminders that she likes watching films with people who also enjoy watching the same films.

Arnav closed and locked the door behind them and laid down. He knew Khushi was going to try to take as much time as she could to show her displeasure. She stepped out of the bathroom in about fifteen minutes with her hair plaited. He had his arm covering his eyes when she pulled the covers over herself. She had unconsciously ended up turning towards him but just as he turned to face her, she turned her back towards him. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at her.

"Khushi," he whispered.

"Didn't you want to sleep?" she bit back while shrugging her shoulders to push his hand off. Offended at the gesture, he pulled himself closer to her.

"You're not gonna let me touch you?"

"go to sleep Arnav ji." He pursued his lips at the 'ji' she added. She knew how much he disliked the ji making an appearance while they were in bed. He trailed his fingers down her neck, and over her spine. Her back stiffened as his hands trailed further and further. She turned around and bunched up the blanket to put in between them, without sparing him a glance, and pushing away his hand.

Adamant at getting what he wants, Arnav went in for one of the worst things he could think of to do in bed. He tickled her, and in about two minutes she was panting from laughter while trying to push his hands away, instead he pulled her hands towards him. She didn't realize how despite laying next to him, he could pull her close enough that she could feel like she had fallen on him, again. Her breathing hitched in response to their proximity. She was still shying away from looking into his eyes but his grip on her hands was strong enough that she couldn't let herself be quiet.

"I am mad at you." she breathed.

"I know," he smiled. "I don't want you to be mad at me."

"but,.."

"I miss you." his voice was so low she thought he was whispering. He leaned in and stopped short seeing her eyes close. He smiled allowing the joy of seeing how she has always failed in trying to resist him. She opened her eyes to see the smile plastered on his face. She scowled in response to the teasing, and tried turning away again. "—suno" [listen]

"ji?" there was something in the way she would say it while being this close to him that melted him. Her voice was soft, hushed, and her tone felt so readily accepting of anything he would ask of her.

He cupped her face, his fingers trying to get tangled in the tresses fallen out from her plait in the brief push and pull. His thumb lightly grazed over her lips and her eyes finally met his. He let go of her hand and rested his arm over her waist pulling her as close he possibly could. He leaned in, taking in her lips into a gentle kiss. Her body loosened at the touch of his lips, her hands slowly making their way to hold on to his shirt and find their way to the back of his neck. He pulled her hand up behind them and then pushing his underneath her shirt. The tip of her tongue slowly traced the edge of lips allowing him to thrust his tongue inside.

Her mouth let out a small moan at the dancing of their tongues, and she held onto his shoulder just as his hands moved to cup her breasts. She could feel her body getting warmer, and tingle in response. Her hand slipped from his shoulder to lie against his chest. He bit the bottom of her lip before unexpectedly breaking away and breaking her trance. Their eyes met. He was looking at her intently, his eyes unable to look past hers.

"Arnav—"

He pulled the scrunchie tying her hair, unhooked her bra, and unzipped her kameez in response. "Take it off." His voice had turned lower than usual, the raspiness making the request sounds more like an order. In minutes their clothes were off and her hair scattered as he pinned her underneath him and started trailing kisses down her neck and shoulders. Her hands were holding onto his, their fingers intertwined. Her breathing becomes more irregular and her face appeared flushed as his mouth moved further down, licking her nipples before pushing the blanket off them and pulling her salwar down. He murmured a 'good' at the absence of panties making her blush and look away. She could feel fire and butterflies mingle and flutter in the pits of her stomach as his tongue found to her womanhood, his hands leaving hers and tracing down the side of her hips and waist while letting his thumb draw circles.

He couldn't help but smile at her soft moans as he continued. Her breathing found itself getting hitched as he pulled away and let his fingers slide inside her. Her hands found their way to him, holding onto his forearms as he continued to slide his fingers in and out, and tried pulling him up. His name kept slipping out of her mouth as she found her entire being quiver and shiver with pleasure. He slowed down seeing how much she was trying to hold onto him to control herself from withering more than she already was. Seeing the indent from biting on her bottom lip throughout, he slowly pulled out his fingers, and lifted his mouth, and watched her eyes open in a daze.

He pulled himself up and smiled looking at her. 'hi'

"huh," she murmured through the high her brain hadn't come off of.

He laid next to her, pulling the blanket on both of them. He turned towards her and leaned in, to kiss her again.

"This isn't fair." she breathed through the kiss, pouting.

"What?"

"You never let me stay angry at you!"

"I don't like it when you're angry at me," he whispered in her ear, kissing her collarbone.

"Then just let me finish watching the film next time," she started, her tone echoing a bit of whining. His hand moved towards her lips again, his thumb tracing the outline of them.

"and you know that I don't like going to bed without you," he spoke more quietly than earlier. "watch your movies earlier," his fingers moved to drawing circles on shoulders and tracing her arms. "—not to mention that you didn't come to our room after I came home."

"I...," she slid her hand over his torso as he pulled her closer, and she could feel him being hard. "I was eating." she spoke, barely able to get the words out as she became more aware of his proximity to her. "—I thought you wanted to sleep," she murmured.

"do you want to go to sleep?" he asked.

She blinked blankly at first and then blushed at the question. She dipped her head to kiss him, and then slipped inside the covers to return the favor leaving him groaning at her soft touches.

Arnav woke up earlier than usual the next morning, to find her snoring next to him, appearing at peace. Their clothes were scattered all around the floor which reawakened the memories of last night. He pressed a kiss into her cheek before letting her hog the remaining covers and step out of the bed into the shower.

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laadgovernorandsankadevi · 2 years

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—so casually cruel in the name of being honest!

– All Too Well by Taylor Swift

(imo this line perfectly captures Arnav’s attitude towards Lavanya when it came to long term commitment.)

#all too well #this is about Lavanya Khyshap #rhythm of love #ipkknd ff #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon fan fiction #Taylor swift #arhi #arshi #ipkknd

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laadgovernorandsankadevi · 3 years

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OS: Hey, I Missed You

Whille being on bedrest for the past four days, I ended up writing this in the notes app. Thought to add it here as well just because! It’s currently available on my wordpress blog and india-forums. You can check out all my fan fictions here.

It was no secret to the members of the Raizada household that Arnav and Khushi were incapable of keeping their hands off each other. While generally, no one dared to stop Arnav from dragging his wife away from family gatherings, which Akash had found extremely unfair, the week before Diwali, everybody had collectively decided that they would rather die than let Arnav drag Khushi away, especially with multiple guests visiting and Khushi being the eldest bahu who possessed the zest for event management.

Manorama fretted over the new cushions on the couch before running over to straighten the curtains Hari Prakash had just hung when she saw Arnav walk into the house with Akash following behind. She was quick to call Akash over to help her out who did little to nothing to help her besides standing behind her as she rambled about no one caring that her sister was visiting. Arnav shook his head and muttered an 'unbelievable' before trying to find the one person he had been looking for. Khushi was standing near the mandir with a notepad in her hand and had just looked up.

She smiled at him as he tilted his head, silently asking him to follow her. She raised her eyebrows to try to insinuate that Mami might not let her go but he was insistent. She shrugged, putting the notepad on the table in the way before walking up to her. He leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Jija ji is here!" she punched him lightly on the arm. Arnav switched his laptop bag into the other hand before wrapping his arm around her waist as they two walked upstairs, hoping to remain unnoticed.

Unfortunately, they were noticed! "Oh ho Phatti Sari—matlab Khushi!", Manorama called out from the back!

"Just ignore Khushi!" Arnav mumbled into her ear.

Manorama rushed towards the stairs and noticed Arnav's arms around her. "Oh no Arnav bitwa, I need PhaKhushi betiya with me today!" She was quick to pull Khushi's other arm towards her and dragged her downstairs. —"You can have her back later!" she called out before directing Khushi to change the table covers in the room.

Arnav stood rooted to his spot for about a whole minute with Khushi casting stolen glances towards him with an apologetic face. Never before had someone just taken Khushi away from him like this. He slowly moved away, stunned to process any other thoughts.

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Arnav came downstairs looking for his wife whom he hadn't properly seen in about a week's time. Manorama's sister and NK's mother, was coming back to India after about ten years and staying over with them for about a month. While Arnav had no objections to the arrangement when he was inquired about it thrice by both Anjali and Khushi respectively, he had begun questioning the setup after seeing that Payal and Khushi were held responsible for most of the whims Manorama was concerned about. He didn't understand why he paid salaries to an army of servants if everything was to befall upon his Khushi in the last minute.

He spotted Khushi sitting next to Nani ji and Mami, nodding along to instructions being given.

"Khushi, can you come upstairs!" he asked in front of the older ladies.

"Nahi Chotte, Khushi betiya ne abhi mandir saajana hai."

"What?!"

"Bitwa, she can't come right now."

"Why can't Payal do it? or Di? Di loves doing stuff like this!"

"Chotte!" Deviyani was visibly irritated, "Anjali betiya was fasting today, she's at the mandir herself. and Payal betiya is making kheer for tonight."

Khushi smiled at him unapologetically, as he stomped towards the study.

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"pata nahi yeh Khushi kahan reh gai!" Payal mumbled irritated.

Payal and Anjali stood by the door, waiting for Khushi to rush. She had excused herself by saying that she needed to go to the bathroom and pick up her purse before they head out for gift shopping for the incoming guests, however it had been close to half an hour and they were contemplating going upstairs themselves to look for it.

They walked upstairs to find the door half ajar, and Khushi struggling whilst giggling, while being held by Arnav against the cupboard door.

The two women looked at each other before knocking and pushing the door open. "Arnav ji, chodiye!" she wasn't quite enough for the others to not hear.

"Chotte! Ghar me itna sara kam para hai! Diwali ki renovations and then NK bhai ki family aur tum Khushi ji ko neeche aane nahi de rahe ho!"

"Haan toh!" he replied indignantly.

"Haan toh kiya!" she snapped back before walking up close enough for his grip to loosen on Khushi's arm. Arnav gaped as his sister pulled away from his wife from him who clearly appeared more amused than upset at the dry spell this week had been for them. Payal tried being considerate to Arnav's gaping expression by saying sorry however it did little to help since she was barely able to contain her laughter at the predicament in front of her.

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Arnav had decided to come home early, leaving tasks pending for the first time in perhaps six months so he was able to whisk Khushi away from everyone before dinner. He had miscalculated his steps since the arrival of the guests about five minutes before he entered the gates of Shantivan ensured that Payal and his wife would be held ransom until the guests were taken to their rooms.

He walked in to be greeted by NK who had previously left India only about three months ago. "Nannav! mere bhai! Did you miss me?"

Arnav grumbled a no and uncomfortably patted NK's back who had thrown his arms around him.

"How was the flight?" he inquired.

"Flight? Oh, it was great! Drank some champagne, watched some Harry Potter, dreamt about Khushi ji's jalebis!"

Arnav looked at him incredulously. If he could punch NK for talking about Khushi's food, he would but he knew that that would be quite unacceptable.

"Arnav ji!" Khushi breathed, excusing herself from the group to walk over to him. He smiled at her, hoping that she wouldn't be called back but before he could say anything, NK popped in between the two with a sneaky grin. "Come on guys, you see each other every day. Spend some time with us."

Khushi chuckled before meeting her husband's eyes who looked like he could chop someone's head off. NK made sure to poke Arnav a couple of times before walking away.

"Why don't you freshen up. We're going to set up for dinner."

"Are you coming upstairs?" he was about to lean in to kiss her cheek when the door opened behind him and Akash walked in to cheerfully greet his aunt and cousin from the entrance itself.

"I have to help Di and Jiji!" she replied apologetically. He sighed nodding and turned to see Akash holding Payal's hand while sitting next to NK.

About half an hour later, Arnav walked downstairs to seat himself for dinner. There were two empty seats were next to Akash at the end of the table, and one next to him. He pulled open his seat and pushed the one next to his for Khushi except an over-eager NK decided to seat himself. "Thanks, mere Bhai!"

It had taken all of his energy to politely nod along to any question asked of him during dinner before he excused himself. Khushi however, had become the life of the party alongside NK. He contemplated pulling her up from the seat but seeing that she was still eating, he tapped her shoulder and whispered, telling her he's waiting for her; before leaving.

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It was past midnight when Khushi made an appearance in their bedroom. After pacing around for close to two hours, Arnav had fallen asleep without pulling the covers on himself. Khushi walked over towards him, moving the hair off his forehead to see if he was awake. She had found herself exceptionally busy in preparation for Mami's sister's entire family and with Diwali around the corner, she was sure that the weekend was going to go by just as fast. She heaved a sigh before walking over to pull out her nightclothes and walking into the bathroom.

Arnav found himself being roused out of sleep. For a moment he thought that he was imagining her touch, but the sound of lock and running sink water from the bathroom brought him out of the momentary haze. He sat up noticing the blanket tucked around him. Khushi walked out of the bathroom at the same instant.

"Aap jageh hue ho?"

She was about to get into the bed when he took her hand and pulled her towards him with as much force as he could muster so that she felt square onto him. She smiled, looking up at him and allowing herself to fall into the depths of warmth and love his eyes always seemed to welcome.

"I missed you," he whispered

"Me too," she replied

He leaned in, his hand holding onto hers, his lips slowly finding hers. They tasted like jalebis and barfis, the sweets she probably had been eating before. The kiss deepened as her hands wandered towards his torso and rested on his chest. Part of her wanted to pull away and fall asleep knowing the chores lined up for tomorrow but she had missed him so much throughout the week. He breathed in her scent before breaking away. He kissed her forehead before wrapping his arms around her as she pulled the blankets up for them. Her head fell from the crook of his elbow to his shoulder, her hands clutching onto his t-shirt, and in mere seconds she was snoring. He chuckled at her ability to fall asleep instantly and half of her body resting over his, as he himself closed his eyes welcoming the most peaceful sleep he was about to have in a week's time.

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