#kdice | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

milkcakejamun · 3 years

Text

Alice in KanwarLand

"You know, after all those times we read Alice in Wonderland together, I had a doubt," he laughed as he thought about the dirty thought that struck through his mind. Like always, he was unable to filter his words, and before he knew it, she had listened.

"And what's your doubt," she held the book close to her chest, and he glanced away as another dirty thought cross his mind.

Swallowing, he glanced away from her, trying to distract himself with thoughts that did not involve feeling up his co-star's chest (though, he wanted to do that as well if he were being serious). Scratching the back of his head, he shook his head, "Oh, it's nothing!"

Alice glared as she scooted closer to him, "Tell me!" Their arms were brushing against each other, and Kanwar swallowed as a wave of electricity zipped up his body.

He wanted to scoot away from her, but he knew it would be absolutely useless. She was Alice... bold and brave. The more he resisted and pushed her away, the more passionate she became to figure him out. And after spending almost a month with her, sharing his deepest, darkest secrets, he decided it wouldn't be so bad to share what he was thinking.

"Well," he chuckled softly and nervously. "R-remember how Alice was curious and ended up in the Wonderland?"

Alice nodded her head, "Yes..."

"Well... ha," he felt a rising heat invade his cheeks. "I kind of wondered whether you would be just as curious in exploring KanwarLand..." He wanted to slap himself silly. That sounded about stupid, if not more, once he said it aloud. He was absolutely regretting the entire conversation. Turning around, he hoped she would conveniently "forget" what he had just said.

But she stared at him, "KanwarLand," she blinked before her hazel eyes rolled up and down his body, lingering on some of the assets he had like his biceps, wide shoulders, and did she just stare at his pants?!? He glanced down and swallowed... luckily he wasn't hard... not yet at least, otherwise there would be an entirely new problem.

She crawled over to him, placing her hands on his thighs. Her mangalsutra, a remnant of her role as Raavi, was in plain sight. Even the sindhoor on her head was not entirely wiped off. Instead of calming him, making him believe this was all a fake conversation, it stimulated him even further. The mangalsutra... the sindhoor... it was almost as if she was married to him. And now that she was close enough to him, he could smell the whiff of roses and jasmines. Her two favorite flowers.

Was this how it felt like to be married to Miss Phoolkumari? He slowly closed his eyes, getting himself acclimated to her floral scent, light, feathery touch, and her soft, body.

"What makes you think KanwarLand is worth exploring?"

And just like that, all his dreams and hopes of tossing his co-star against the wall to kiss her senseless, of showering together in the morning, rubbing soap against her every crevice, and of wrapping against her soft body were fizzled with those words...

KanwarLand not worth exploring... ouch...

_____________________________________________________________

He tried to forget about the conversation the following morning. He really, really did! But, every where he went, she was somehow there too. And though clothes did not matter to him, it was almost as if she was teasing him. Instead of wearing her usual shirts, she wore something different today...

Her white top that was slightly see through... she normally wore it at night, but this time, she wore it during the day time... even going as far as to put her hair up in a bun. He could see the entire outline of her hot pink bra... Hot pink wasn't even something that attracted him, but after he saw how the material clung onto her curves... well he went into his own daytime fantasies with that... paired with the fact that she decided to wear shorts, showing off those long legs of hers... he wasn't able to stop himself.

He had to excuse himself multiple times during the day to go and take "care" of himself while the rest of his co-stars had a fun time filming reels and being generally crazy with each other. It truly wasn't fair in the slightest that he was spending his day taking at least 1 cold shower an hour while she was out there crushing his heart.

"What makes you think KanwarLand is worth exploring?"

He typically wasn't someone who took words to his heart or feel jealous or angry after someone rejected him. But, for the first time, he couldn't handle it. He felt jealous of the man who would eventually consider Alice to be his own... he felt jealous that the man would wake up in Alice's arms every morning, see her smile, hear her worries, become physically intimate with her.

It was why for the first time, he skipped meeting her for the night. Typically, they would spend at least 1-2 hours together, him going to her room because she was the one to fall asleep first, reading a chapter or two of Alice in Wonderland together since he would have no motivation to otherwise read the book. But today? He had no desire to be near her... because if he was, his eyes would be transfixed on the way her pink bra hugged her chest. Or if her shirt fell off her shoulder, his eyes would be transfixed on the curve of her breast.

He grabbed onto his blanket tightly and shut his eyes. Think happy thoughts. Think about the new car you will be buying! Think about the morning coffee you will be drinking... or the fact that you will go hiking tomorrow instead of staying at the haveli... She might be hot and gorgeous, but she is not yours... so stop hurting yourself over her, heartbreak is not-

"Kanwar," he heard a soft purr as his eyes widened.

Swallowing, he noticed how the bed dipped. Her hand reached out to his bicep, and he immediately felt a hot wave of electricity course through his body. Her touch was becoming more and more dangerous. So much so that even his dream Alice was becoming dangerous.

She leaned over him, her long hair tickling his body. Again, he could smell her roses and jasmines... Clenching his fists, he swallowed, "But I'm sleepy," he gruffly made out. He pulled the blanket up, covering even his biceps. For her sake, he hoped she just left. He didn't know how much more resistance he had after being tortured for the entire day. He might do something that both of them would regret... and he had no interest in ruining their friendship over his silly desires.

She placed her palm over his forehead, "You're not feverish," she murmured. She gently pushed him so he was on his back facing her. He was right... her shirt almost fell off her shoulders, giving him a very good view of the breasts she had hidden underneath. When she leaned over and placed her ears over his chest, he became entirely distracted with the feel of her soft chest. "And your heart beat is beating...." she sat up glancing up at him.

He lazily stared up at her as she straddled him. The layers between them prevented them from becoming one. They stared at each other for a long time, heat pooling in his lower body. He wasn't able to stop his erection, and this time, what slightly excited him more was that she would be painfully aware of that as well.

She leaned down, his heart pounding in his chest, as her lower belly pressed against him. She knew... Her soft chest pressed against his. His eyes searched hers, waiting for her next move... wondering if she was just as excited as he was.

"Kanwar," he loved his name a little bit more every time she said it aloud, but now, in her breathy, seductive voice, he couldn't imagine himself being named anything else. "Kanwar Deep Dhillon," she slowly enunciated. Her fingers trailed along his jaw and lowered to his neck, "Do you want any help taking care of your problem?"

Her hand trailed lower until it gently grasped onto his hip. He didn't know if she did it intentionally or not, but she almost rolled her hip, stimulating him and sending shock waves through his body even more. This woman is going to be the death of me... He was strangely excited, but he was also very, very cautious. If they proceeded any more than this, it would become problematic.

He placed his hands at her hips, "I don't think you can help me," his voice was so foreign to him. Croaky... strained... she was truly taking a toll on him.

"And why not?"

He swallowed remembering her words from yesterday, "Because little girls like you won't be able to understand."

Her eyes narrowed as she sat up, "Little girl?" her voice was absolutely bitter as he turned away from her. She grabbed onto his hands, and before he knew what she was up to, she pressed his hands against the body she had hidden underneath that shirt of hers. Her skin was soft and supple, exactly as he imagined it to feel.

As she trailed his hands up her body, her flimsy shirt rode up as well, revealing her crystalline body. She was slow, yet methodical, in how she moved his hands, letting him enjoy the velvety feel of her body without letting him become too bored or tired. And once his hands brushed against the soft material of her bra, he felt himself becoming hot and bothered.

She moved his hands so he was entirely cupping her breasts, "Are you sure I'm still a little girl," she pressed her hands against his chest, allowing him to get a good feel of her soft, pliable chest... it almost brought him back to his birthday party... when he realized just how flexible she was.

And with the same sense of curiosity, he glanced up at her with challenge, "I don't know...," he squeezed her breast gently with his right hand, enjoying how her eyes became slightly hazy. He moved his hands to her back, pushing her closer to him. "I think there's too many layers between us, don't you think."

She glanced up at him and narrowed his eyes. But, when his fingers grazed over the hooks to her bra, she said nothing, just looking up at him expectantly, and he took that as a silent form of acceptance.

He fumbled over the hooks, long enough, that Alice sighed. Instead of criticizing him, she guided his fingers, slowly teaching him how it worked. And once he was successful, he ran his fingers along her spine, enjoying the feel of her back... The first time he became excited over her body was the scene where she fell on him... He was so glad the scene was over in a single take and that she was fully clothed. If he grazed any part of her skin... he would've never finished the scene.

"You drive me crazy," he muttered as he flipped them over.

He stared at her, heat pooling in his body. Instead of blushing and looking away, she stared right back at him in challenge. And that caused him to be turned on even more. He always liked her confidence... because that made him more confident when dealing with her.

His fingers squeezed her hip, "Why don't we establish some rules here," he whispered. He gently guided her out of her shirt, "First... you're not allowed to suppress your desires. I want you to moan for me, scream for me," he kissed the small area behind her ear. "And if you don't," his eyes found her, "You'll be punished," he bit into the skin gently as Alice leaned back, arching her neck so he had better access.

"Next," his fingers reached for her bra. Instead of taking it off, he just pushed it up, exposing her breasts. His fingers circled around her nipple, "I get to do whatever I want with you," because this is the only time I can live out my fantasies, "but, I'm not unreasonable. Safe word is... kacchua!"

She frowned, "Kacchua?"

When she said it like he, he became embarrassed yet again. Damn... she's overpowering even in my dreams... I would not be able to handle her in real life. "Y-yeah... because slow and steady wins the race... right?"

A smile spread on her face as she looped her arms around his neck. Pulling him down, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, "How about kacchua is our code word for," she pulled him closer whispering into his ear, "Faster and deeper."

He swallowed, "I-I'm good with that..." he glanced at the time. It was only 9:42pm ... he hoped that was the time in real life... he didn't want morning to come to ruin his fantasies with dream Alicia. He pulled off her bra, leaning down and burying his head into her chest.

It was as soft as he imagined. He closed his eyes and smiled as her fingers ran through his hair. This is how he always imagined their future together. Spending time alone, becoming enveloped in her madness... being able to hear her gentle heart beat...

"Meri kacchua," she whispered. She gently pulled on his hair, "Shouldn't we quicken our pace?"

He kissed her breast gently, "We have all night, meri Aloo," he sat up and gave her a hazy smile as he slowly took his shirt off. He enjoyed how her eyes roamed over his body with carnal interest. Because she had been so generous before, he decided to return the favor. He placed her hands against his body, "So why don't we take it slow and steady?" encouraging her to feel his planes and muscles.

When her fingers grazed along his nipple, he bit back a moan as a wave of pleasure ran through his body. Alice glared at him as she squeezed his nipple, this time, he couldn't hold it back. He groaned as she pushed him onto the bed, "No chance kaddu, but rules are rules. If I have to be open about my reactions, you have to be open about your reactions," her fingers toyed with the drawstrings on his joggers. She pulled on it and glared, "Otherwise, you will be punished, muffin."

"And how will you punish me?" he was absolutely miffed. This was his dreams. Dreams. He should be the one in control... but even in his subconscious, Alicia had full reigns on him. Not fair...

She pulled down his joggers with a smirk, and he could already feel the pool of dread forming with him. Her hand gently cupped him, "Oh you know," she smirked as she squeezed slowly. His hands clenched into fists as he let out a slow moan.

"Oh, and muffin, since we're establishing rules," she leaned down and pressed her lips against his, slowly sucking and nibbling on his lower lip. "You can only enjoy yourself here," her hazel eyes darkened with carnal interest as she deepened their kiss.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her. Now that their clothes were largely off, he felt a different kind of intimacy. Every where he touched, he only felt closer to her, and as she pressed against him, he could feel her heart pounding against his chest... in perfect sync with his own heart beat.

His fingers tangled through her long hair as he gently flipped them over, breaking the kiss, he peppered multiple little kisses along her jaw and face, making sure to cover every inch, every mole. He knew how interested she was in art, and every time she spoke about a new painting or a new photograph she saw, he wanted to stop her and say there was no better piece of artwork than her.

Alice Saraswat... the most beautiful and enchanting woman this universe had to offer.

"We still need to establish a safe word-,"

"No," Alice gazed up at him with pure adoration. "I'll accept anything you do to me," her lips curved into a lazy smile, "because I trust you, Kanwar Deep Dhillon." Her fingers curled into his hair, twisting and pulling his hair, "But... do you trust me?"

He swallowed slowly, remembering her words from before. The words that real Alice said. He glanced at her with a pout, "Well...," his fingers traced slow circles around her belly button. Glancing at her, he bit his lower lip, "Y-you're interested in me enough, aren't you? You would want to explore me, right?"

Alice blinked before she laughed softly, "I don't need to explore you, meri kaddu," she ruffled his hair. "I'm doing this because I trust and know you more than you think." Her fingers slipped into the waistband of his underwear, "But I am interested in you... very, very interested in you." Her hazel eyes tinkled as she glanced up at him, "I've always been interested in painting you."

His brows came together in a frown as she slowly pulled him into a hug. Her fingernails sunk into his back, "You're like an open canvas... so many possibilities, so much to explore... but I want to change that. I want to mark you in a way where everybody in the world will know you're mine."

He blinked in surprise as excitement slowly coursed through him. She didn't need to mark him... he was hers... as long as she accepted him. Cupping her face, he pressed his lips against her forehead in a gentle kiss, "Fine... paint me in whatever way you want. I'm yours... and I'll always be yours."

She smirked as she climbed into his lap, "I know," she whispered before she leaned down to kiss the crevice of his neck. Before she began sucking, she muttered, "Oh... and if you didn't know already, this is what a hickey is..."

He closed his eyes as blood rushed to his face in absolute embarrassment. She watched that interview...

______________________________________________________________

Kanwar yawned and stretched... absolutely not liking how sore all his muscles were. Yes, he went on an intensive hike the day before... but he didn't think he worked himself this hard. Everything about him pained... especially towards the hips.

With another lazy yawn, he entered the dining hall and smiled at a few of his co-workers who were already ready to go, "Good morning!"

His eyes rolled around the table, wondering where he should sit... until he stopped. His eyes widened slightly when he noticed his orange marble pattern shirt. It was missing from his room this morning, and he wondered whether he just brought it out to wash without remembering it... but seeing someone wear... a special someone wear it...

He gulped as he rushed over to the table. The shirt was much too big for her small frame. When she glanced up at him with her innocent smile, blood immediately rushed to his face.

Last night was real....?!?!

"What's that on your neck?"

Kanwar immediately palmed the area that was sore. Pulling out his phone, he turned on his camera and noticed the large purplish/reddish splotch on his neck.

"I want to mark you in a way where everybody in the world will know you're mine."

He glared at Alice as Alice hid a smile behind her toast. He turned back to Kinshuk as he tried to come up with a quick lie. This is not good at all!! I still have to shoot... and this... this woman actually did much more damage than I thought! "I went hiking yesterday and I think a bug bit me," he laughed awkwardly as flashbacks of her sticking onto his body returned in his mind. She was certainly a passionate lover, with a stamina and sense of curiosity that exceeded his own.

"A bug?" Kinshuk raised a brow. "A bug can do that much damage?"

Alice solemnly nodded her head, "I've read about some wild bugs that can do that sort of thing," she turned to Kanwar with a lazy, smug smirk. "I think it's called the kacchua bug, don't you think?"

Kanwar grit his teeth. Sure, he and her established the "words" for the night, and sure, he might have used it more than her... but that didn't mean she had to announce their personal life like this!

He pulled on the seat and sat himself down, "I don't think so. I actually think it was a pesky, little, mosquito that bit me," he grit his teeth in anger as she had the audacity to look surprised while Kinshuk was positively lost.

"Oh... well that mosquito really must've loved you," Alice rolled her eyes as she took a bite into her toast.

As Kinshuk began to advise him to get medical attention, his attention drifted towards Alice every now and then, blushing whenever she mouthed things such as, "Mine," "Kacchua," and "Love you."

As she finished the last piece of her breakfast, she turned to Kanwar with a small smile, "Don't forget to use mosquito repellent, otherwise the mosquito will come back to your room... and who knows how much damage she'll cause this time," her voice had a gentle tone of teasing.

"Hmm. If you don't have mosquito repellent, I can give you some," Kinshuk offered seriously.

Kanwar smirked as he glanced at Alice before turning to Kinshuk, "No need... I think I can handle the mosquito tonight."

#new adult #mature theme #kdice

2 notes · View notes

phoenixxfeatherss · 2 years

Text

Balloons

"Papa chalo na woh wale uncle ke paas chalte hai, unke paas kitne saare balloons hai," a 9-year-old Shivi said as she dragged Shiva to the balloon man near the playground.

"Kitne pyaare balloons hai na, Papa. Mujhe yeh saare balloons chahiye. Dila do na pleaseeeeeee," she said, making her signature puppy face and smiling at him.

Chattan Pandya couldn't help but melt when he saw his daughter's antics.

"Aap itne saare ballons ka karogi kya, Shivi?" He inquired, knowing that his wife would kill him if they returned with ten large balloons. His wife was afraid of loud noises, and he was concerned that the balloons would burst during the night, disrupting her beauty sleep.

"Bohot saare balloons ke sath khelne mein mazaa aayega na Papa isiliye. Ab dilado pleaseeeeee," she said.

"Chalo thik hai, lekin aapko yeh balloons Tara didi aur Rishi bhaiyya ke saath share karna hoga, promise?"

"Promise Papa, ab jaldi balloons leke ghar chalte hai, late ho gaye toh Mumma daatengi," she said.

They were about to leave when he noticed a few children, most of them younger than Shivi, coming towards them.

"Uncle, hume bhi ek balloon do na, please," they requested, assuming he was a balloon man due to the ten balloons he was carrying. He noticed they were all wearing shirts that said 'Krantiveer Charitable Trust.'

Shivi looked at them surprised, before breaking into a huge smile.

"Hello friends. Yeh lijiye aapke liye balloons," she said, taking the balloons from Shiva and distributing them to the children.

"Lekin humare paas paise nahi hai," said one of the older kids.

"Paison ki koi zaroorat nahi bacche, aapko balloons pasand aaye na. Bas aur kuch nahi chahiye. Shiva smiled as he said, "Ab jao jaake khelo."

"Shivi, aapne toh saare balloons unn bacchon ko de diye, ab aap kiske saath khelogi?" Shiva asked her as they walked back to their house.

"Papa humare ghar pe toh bohot saare toys hai na, unhi se khel lungi. Lekin unn bacchon ke paas toh zyaada toys nahi hogi na, isiliye meine unhe saare balloons de diye. Aapne dekha nahi woh bacche kitne khush the balloons dekhkar."

Shiva Pandya smiled as he realized his little baby girl was just like her mother. They never cared about materialistic things. They always believed in spreading joy and happiness everywhere they went.

#pandya store #Alice Kaushik #kanwar dhillon #shivi #kdice

0 notes

springbon-t-art · 2 years

Note

So...you ship them now well.....

https://springbon-t-art.tumblr.com/post/652889943881940992/bisexual-kdice-and-pansexual-devil-heck-yeah

Here´s you clown outfit ma´m

WHA--- NOOOO

I FORGOT ABOUT IT! HAHAHAHA

AAAAAA

#i´m a clown now #the consequences of my own actions #XDD

102 notes · View notes

wariocompany · 2 years

Text

People drawing KDice and DJ Grooves non-Black is probably the funniest misinterpretation of characters ever but a very close second is white Djimmi. Like, this isn't even just a cultural knowledge thing he is CANONICALLY EGYPTIAN

#There are white Egyptians but at least give him the nose eyebrows and teeth n stuff of Egyptains c'mon NOW

5 notes · View notes

scarlet-rose17 · 1 year

Photo

Alice Kaushik digital sketch 💖 Made via sketchbook. @alicekaushikofficial hope you like it 💖 I think Alice has the most beautiful, radiant smile ever 💖🧿 . . . #AliceKaushik #AliceKaushikSupremacy #DigitalArt #DigitalSketch #Sketchbook #Alicians #AliceArmy #Raavi #RaaviShivaPandya #KDIce https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn_bcO5qDlR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#alicekaushik #alicekaushiksupremacy #digitalart #digitalsketch #sketchbook #alicians #alicearmy #raavi #raavishivapandya #kdice

0 notes

askadevilchild · 5 years

Note

hey do you work at the casino or not??! and one more thing?? do the devil do something cute kdice??!

#devildicechild #demon child #devildice children #astarté #ask blog #cutie #demon chick #demon girl #anonymous #anon ask

29 notes · View notes

vdo247 · 2 years

Text

Pandya Store : Shiva ka Badla Andaaz ! | SBB

Pandya Store : Shiva ka Badla Andaaz ! | SBB #PandyaStore #KanwarDhillon #ShiVi #AliceKaushik #KDIce

Check out the video to know Prafulla looks for Shiva in her house in Pandya house in Star Plus serial Pandya Store…

View On WordPress

#pandya store #Pandya Store: OMG! Prafulla Catches Shiva

0 notes

milkcakejamun · 3 years

Text

Cuddles

May 2021 — Bikaner

Should I knock… or should I not knock? He bit the bottom of his lip as he thought about it. It shouldn’t be so complicated. They joked around sets and shared a comfortable friendship. He already inadvertently spilled many of his secrets, and he was even able to get a few secrets from her.

They came to Bikaner without any problems… but then that stupid article had come out… claiming that she and him had something more going on, and as much as he wished for that to be true, he also knew that decimated whatever relationship they had with each other. She was suddenly ignoring him, and instead of potentially ruining their relationship even more, he decided he would give her the space she needed.

If I knock… and she shuts the door on my face…

His fingers gently tapped on her door as he was lost in her thoughts. To knock… or not to knock… to knock… or not to knock… to knock…

The door opened and he fell forward, onto a warm body… Swallowing, he took a sharp intake of breath, smelling a tinge of sandalwood. His hands gently trembled as he held onto her arms.

Alice…

He took a step back, with an apology at the tip of his tongue, but when he noticed her red, puffy eyes, his eyes widened. A-Alice…

Her hands were clenched at her waist as her lower lip jutted out. Her breathing was slightly labored as she softly asked, “W-what?”

Blinking, he shook his head, suddenly forgetting why he came to her door in the first place, “What happened?” he wanted to reach out to her and wipe her tears away, but they also did not share such a comfortable relationship for him to do such a thing.

She suddenly shut her eyes as she curled forward, Kanwar took a step forward as tears fell from her eyes. Worry coursed through him as he placed his palm on her forehead. When he was sure she didn’t have a fever, he gently carried her, ready to call someone else for help, but Alice grabbed onto his hand.

“K-K—,” her face quickly started to blanch as his eyes widened. “R-rest—,” her hand pressed against her stomach, and he didn’t need a second hint. Quickly picking her up, he took her to the restroom, and gently pulled her hair back as she vomited.

Did she eat anything that made her sick?

When she leaned forward again, he gently massaged her temples in slow circles, and he could see her body slowly relaxing. With a smile, he whispered, “I’ll let the production manager to never order from that restaurant again.”

She slowly straightened and turned to him. Her face was still pale and she appeared greatly fatigued as she shook her head slowly bringing her hand up to her temple, “It’s not f-food,” she slowly leaned towards him as he wrapped his arms around her. Slowly guiding her to the wash basin, he helped her wash her mouth.

“If it’s not food, do you know what it is?” he asked.

“Periods,” she mentioned with a scowl.

Periods… He frowned at her with a raised brow… No… Kanwar, you’ll look extremely stupid if you ask her what periods are… He held her hand as he guided her to the bed, noticing how her brows knit together in pain when her back touched the headboard of the bed. Yeah… don’t ask, you can always ask someone later… if she’s not worried, you shouldn’t be worried!

“B-back pain?” he asked gently when her hands reached back to her back again. When she slowly nodded her head, he leaned towards her with slight excitement. Perhaps he could be a little more useful. “Do you want me to give you a back massage?” when she seemed skeptical, he shook his head, “No, believe me! I’ve given every friend a back massage, and they all mentioned it was life changing!”

Alice took a deep breath as her face began to contort in slight pain again. When she nodded her head, Kanwar sat on the bed as he glanced around. He had two options… one, have her lay down on the bed and then massage her back… or two, have her…

“Are you good with lying down on the bed?”

Alice slowly laid on her belly as Kanwar leaned forward. Before he could press his thumbs on her back, she curled up into a ball as she moaned, “The paracetamol didn’t work…” tears began to form in her eyes again as Kanwar stared on with sympathy.

Gently placing his hand on her shoulder, “Hey… it’s going to be okay…,” Alice glared at him as he pulled her into his arms. Resting his back against her headboard, he placed her in his lap and gently embraced her. He could already feel his shirt get wet from her tears. “Let me do something,” he whispered.

He applied gentle pressure on her lower back, moving his thumbs in slow circles, “Better?” he asked. Her hands grabbed onto his shirt as she shook her head. Nodding his head, he slowly moved to the side, “Let me know when you feel—,”

“T-there!” she took a deep breath as her arms wrapped around his frame. With a soft sigh, he noticed her breathing became less labored.

With a smile, Kanwar continued his slow massage. As he leaned back, he whispered, “Sorry… I didn’t think my posts would create such an uproar. I… I just wanted to convey… I just wanted to tell the world how awesome and amazing you are.”

He smiled as he remembered the many conversations they had. He genuinely thought he would never be able to vibe with her. Especially since she was so book smart. But whenever he spoke with her, it was as if they’ve known each other for years. They had the same ideals, same struggles, same interests. But they were also decently different from each other. She always showed him a perspective he had yet to discover.

She was the perfect balance to his energy… and he was the perfect balance to her mischief. For the first time in his life, he wished for tomorrow… because that meant he could see her again, he could be with her again, and he could talk to her again. Her presence was so intoxicating that he finally understood what it meant to “best” friends.

He gently moved her long hair to the side. “I won’t make another post like that… at least not without your permission.”

Closing his eyes, he remembered the conversation he had with his mother a few months back. After she had come to his birthday party, his mother asked him if he had a crush on her, and he was absolutely shocked that his mother would think in such a manner. He did not like her. She was just a co-star who was able to get into his nerves…

Glancing down at the woman in his arms, he stopped his slow massage. Reaching for her cheek, he smiled when he noticed her sleepy smile.

“Alice in Wonderland…,” he whispered softly. He wrapped his arms around her small frame. “You’re going to have to forgive me…,” he swallowed slowly as his heart began to beat faster, “but I think I’m falling for you… really, really falling for you… This has been the happiest moment I’ve had since that dumb article was posted…"

#kdice #romance

1 note · View note

phoenixxfeatherss · 2 years

Text

Chhote Haath

"Itna kya ghoor hai, Shiva?" Raavi inquired softly.

"Sorry, kya boli tu?" he asked, shifting his gaze away from her hands and towards Raavi.

"Tu tabse mere haaton ko ghoore raha hai. Aise bhi kya khaas hai mere haaton mei ki tu ghoorta hi rehta hai?"

"Tere haath na bahut chhote hai," he replied sheepishly. "Itne chhote, cute aur soft hai,"

Raavi blushed. "Seriously?"

"Haa... They're so nice and warm to hold. My entire hand could cover yours. Yeh dekh." He gradually extended his hand and placed it on top of hers.

"Shiva, ched mat," she grumbled, blushing at her husband's unconventional flirting techniques.

"Kyun na chedu, ek lauti biwi hai tu meri." Shiva smirked his signature grin. "Aur waise bhi galat kya bola hai, tu kitni pyaari hai, tere haath kitne pyaare hai. Aur ab jab mujhe pata chal gaya hai ki mere chedne se tu lal tamatar ban jati hai, toh ab mein roz chedunga."

"Shivaaaa..."

Shiva raised her hand, kissing her fingertips and palm as she felt chills on her skin. "You have the most beautiful hands I've ever seen." He muttered. "I love them. I love you." Overwhelmed, she pulled her hand out of his and wrapped them around his neck, burying her face into his chest. "I love you, too," she said softly.

#kanwar dhillon #Alice Kaushik #shivi #short story #kdice #pandya store

0 notes

jilm · 17 years

Text

Teorie her v praxi

Jeden z předmětů, na který se prostě každý musí těšit, je Teorie her. Nejznámnějším příkladem je asi Vězňovo dilema, ale zajímavých modelů je spousta. Co se mi na nich zdá být nejpřitažlivější je, že částečně mohou vysvětlovat některá zdánlivě neracionální chování typu dodržování slova, poctivosti apod. Neméně zajímavé jsou různé empirické experimenty zkoumající reálné chování lidí v modelových situacích. Musím se přiznat, že mě baví počítačové hry, respektive strategické hry. Staré Simcity, Tycoon a především Civilizace jsou nepřekonatelně zábavné věci. Ještě o něco více mě bavily online strategie, před dlouhou dobou jsem zapáleně hrál Dunu online. Ta mi také ukázala, že i ta sebeprimitivnější hra nakonec může sežrat strašně času. I to je důvod, proč jsem si zakázal začít s Travianem, který pohltil tak poloviny mých spolužáků. Nakonec mě však něco stejně dostalo - Kdice. Naštěstí není koncept této hry tak ultimátně vyžadující neustálou aktivitu jako právě Travian, takže mám přes den čas i na jiné věci. :-) Kdice je hra pro 7 lidí, hraje se v reálném čase cca 10-15 minut. Vygenerovaná mapa je rozdělena na 30 území, které se na začátku hry zcela náhodně +/- poměrně rozdělí mezi hráče. Opět náhodně se jim na ně rozmístí celkem 13-14 kostek, které určují jakousi sílu. Když totiž dojde k boji mezi sousedními zeměmi, počet kostek určuje, kolikrát si útočník či obránce "hodí". Přičemž kdo dostane víc, vyhrál. Kdice se hraje tahově. Po odtahání se hráči vždy na jeho země náhodně přidá takový počet kostek, kolik nejvíce území má spojených "vedle sebe". Co je na Kdice zajímavé je něco jiného. Hraje se o body a cílem je postupně, hru za hrou získat lepší a lepší skóre. V každém kole hry všichni hráči dávají jisté množství svých bodů do jakéhosi banku. Zpět se mezi hráče rozdělují dvojím klíčem. Polovina bodů podle pořadí (kdy vypadnou ze hry, přičemž hra končí, když zbývá jediný hráč), polovina podle jakési "aktivity", podle počtu zemí, které hráč do doby, kdy skončil, v průměru držel pod kontrolou. Každý se přitom může v jakoukoliv chvíli rozhodnout, že další pokračování ve hře je pro něj nevýhodné a vyvěšením bílé vlajky skončit. Získá či ztratí tolik bodů, kolik si do té doby nahrál v aktivitě, co se pořadí týče je brán jako poslední ze zbývajících. Takový systém vede k zajímavým momentům. Velmi často se stává, že se jeden hráč stane tak dominantní, že jej jednoduše nemůže nikdo ohrozit. Ovládá téměř celou plochu a má nejvíce kostek. Díky tomu je pro něj každé kolo, kdy udrží někoho dalšího ve hře, zisk. Do banku neustále přihazují všichni stejně, ale on dostane zpět nejvíce. V hypotetické situaci - která je ovšem reálně poměrně častá - je zde jeden velký vítěz a třeba dva hráči s jedinou zemičkou. Pokud jsou navíc od sebe izolováni, je to tak trochu pat. Hra končí likvidací, nebo odchodem všech hráčů až na vítěze a když vítěz tyto hráče nemá zájem zničit a oni se mezi sebou také nemohou, jedinou cestou ven je, že nakonec jeden z nich vyvěsí vlajku a druhý ho následuje. Problém je, že mezi druhým a třetím místem je velký bodový rozdíl, takže jak rozhodnout, kdo odejde první? Jak překvapivé - většinou k dohodě jen tak nedojde. Oba doufají, že když budou odmítaví, nakonec to nevydrží ten druhý z nich. Překvapivé je, že spolu obvykle ani moc nekomunikují, hru nezdržují a svižně odklikávají jedno kolo za druhým, zatímco jejich zisk se přelévá do rukou vítěze. Pokud se k řešení nějak dospěje, pak úvahou nad tím, kdo z nich by si to zasloužil více. Pokud se jeden celou dobu krčil v rohu, zatímco druhý sváděl s konečným vítězem dlouhou bitvu a nakonec podlehl, měl by druhé místo podle obecně sdíleného přesvědčení, co je správně, získat ten aktivnější. Bez ohledu na to, že ke konci hry dopadli stejně. Pokud však ten druhý neakceptuje hru na "kdo si to zaslouží víc", má vítěz žně. Lepší z poražených je ochoten i za cenu jisté vlastní ztráty pokračovat, protože spolu s ním ztrácí i jeho protivník. Takže ukázkový příklad, kdy lidé nejednají jen s cílem dosáhnout maximalizace hmotného prospěchu (zde exaktně vyjádřeného ve formě bodů), ale jsou ochotni se jeho části vzdát za účelem poškození někoho druhého, kdo si to v jejich očích zaslouží. Zajímavé je také sledovat, jak se s tímto problémem vyvíjejí nepsaná pravidla. Nový systém bodování byl zaveden nedávno, takže řešení "etických" otázek chování při hře začalo na zelené louce. Zprvu převládal postoj, že dominantní hráč má právo takto vysosat své protivníky, pokud jsou tak hloupí, že se nechají. Postupně však takový postup začal být spatřován jako nesprávný. Trochu paradoxně se tak za situace, kdy ani jeden z malých hráčů nechce akceptovat třetí místo, přenáší odpovědnost na vítěze. On má rozhodnout, v jakém pořadí hra skončí, ačkoliv tím jedná proti svému bezprostřednímu zájmu - prodlužování hry kam až to jde. V modelové situaci, kdy A dominuje, B si "zaslouží" být druhý a C vzdoruje, B nevyčítá situaci C, ale právě A. Když se nad tím člověk zamyslí, je to poměrně logické. Pokud se objeví nějaký C, který B začne de facto vydírat, jedině A s tím něco může udělat. Aby Céčka respektive jejich způsob chování) bylo možné ze hry účinně eliminovat, musejí Ačka jednat, přestože si v onen moment uškodí. Objevily se návrhy, aby tento oříšek byl rozřešen nějak technicky, aby přímo do pravidel hry byly zabudovány mechanismy znemožňující takovéto chování. Ukazuje se však, že by to bylo úplně zbytečné. "Společnost kdicařů" dospěla k vytvoření interních etických norem, které A zavazují k pomoci B. Žádnému serióznímu hráči se přitom nevyplatí je porušovat - příště se mohou role obrátit a pověst je při hře cenným artiklem. Efektivita strategie C se proto značně snížila a stala méně častou. Že se tak ale stalo přenesením morální odpovědnosti na někoho, kdo sice aktivně nedělá nic špatného, ale může tomu zamezit, něco říká o způsobu, jak lidé uvažují a jak vytvářejí normy.

#JustMigrate #Ekonomie #Internet #kdice #morálka #Právo #teorie her

0 notes