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mish-ka · 2 years

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Chandani Se Noor Ke

A/N: Sorry ji, sorry for posting after such a long time — and I would like to apologize for the poorly written try at a steamy scene. It’s my first time writing it.

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Growing up in a home where Freedom fighters were frequently sheltered, Y/N has seen a lot of things. Seen things that kids should never be exposed to. However, Y/N was unfazed by it; in fact, it strengthened her resolve to bring down the British.

But. For the first time in her life, Y/N is scared. Scared not for herself, but for the man in front of her. The man, who lives next door to her. the man with whom she shares her meals. The man, who has warmed a place in her heart.

Ram. Her Ram is covered in wounds all over his body, his eyes swollen from what looks like a blunt force. His uniform covered in blood, ripped off and torn apart.

As he limps closer to her, Y/N examines the bruises that litter his handsome face. Blood trickles down every inch of his face, and it physically hurts her.

Without a second thought, Y/N is supporting Ram upright. She places Ram’s arm around her shoulder, and uses her other hand to hold his hand.

A million questions swirl in her head, yet she knows that now is not the time. She needs to get Ram’s wounds treated and get him to his bedroom.

“Y/N?” Ram’s voice is barely a whisper, but with the intimacy between the two, Y/N can hear him clearly.

In his subconscious state, Ram manages to peer at Y/N, noticing the worried look on her face. It is clear that she is shaken by the sight of him like this, but he cannot do anything about that. He wasn’t in the state to do anything, but watch.

Watch as she struggles to hurl him to his bedroom. As his weight sags from losing his equilibrium, he watches as she runs into doors and walls. Watches as he almost crushes her with his body weight.

As he senses the comforting sensation of his bed underneath him, Ram feels a little more stable. Due to his weight, Ram somehow manages to pull Y/N down with him.

Now, with Y/N over him on the bed, Ram cannot help himself but admire her beauty as the two become more and more engaged in a passionate eye lock.

Ram gently approaches Y/N while lifting a battered hand and moving a curl behind her ear. She was warm in contrast to his icy touch.

Ram's chilly fingertips brush Y/ N's warm cheeks, sending a shudder up her spine. When his left hand touches her left cheek, she can't help but lean into his touch.

“Ram?”

Ram might not be in the correct frame of mind, because it is inconceivable that he would have felt the urge to ravage Y/N only because she spoke his name.

Her lips. Oh, how he starts to get closer to them, his pulse racing with the need to taste those cupid's lips. Something dark swirls inside Ram when he realizes that he wants to see them swollen from his kisses.

The same darkness carries over to how Ram wants to spend every night ravaging her voluptuous body. Make sure she can’t walk in the morning from being with him. Mark her body so she knows she belongs to him.

Him. He wants her to belong to him. Only him. He wants her to only pay attention to him. Care only about him.

Ram’s bruised hand travels from Y/N’s cheeks, to her waist. Y/N trembles and her breath catches in her throat. "Ram?"

With awareness of his injuries, Y/N lifts her hand and lays it on his face, brushing her thumb down the delicate edge of his mouth. Her probing eyes linger for a while over his, searching for any indications of pain or discomfort.

With a hazy mind, Ram begins to rubs circle on her waist, lazy fingers trailing down the length of her sternum. Her skin prickles at the touch, and Ram melts at the moan he draws from her.

The moon witness their intimacy, blowing gentle breeze with an intoxicating scent. The rain that pours matches the rhythm of their hearts.

The sheets tangle with their legs and the bedsheet crumbles when Ram slowly turns the two over, with Ram on top and Y/N beneath him.

Ram doesn’t whether it is the pain from his injuries or his feelings for Y/N that make carnal desires to course through his body at the sight of Y/N under him.

With half lidded eyes, Y/N swallows, peering deeply into his eyes.

His eyes which are a puzzle to his soul. The puzzle that once you solve it, you have access to his soul that shoulders many burdens. All through the window of his eyes.

A puzzle that Y/N is willing to solve. A burden is ready to help him out with. A window that she is ready to peer through. All to get a look at his beautiful soul.

The sight of Y/N gulping latches Ram’s eyes to her neck. A hiss escapes his lips when he finds a small black mole on the side of her neck; presumably her sweet spot.

Ram drags his hand over the lenght of Y/N’s stretched arms, intertwining his hands with hers, almost binding her to spot with his tight grip.

The translucent curtains dance to the winds of kama, casting the perfect veil of privacy and security on the couple.

Ram tries, yet fails to control himself from lowering his face into her neck. His hot breathing fanning her hair away from the neck.

A chortled falls from Y/N’s lips just as Ram’s beard comes in contact with the skin under her chin. He feels Y/N shift below him, her hand tightening her grip on his.

Ram’s lips peck tenderly over the small mole on her neck, her breath catching in her throat. “Ram…”

Ram watches as Y/N’s eyes roll back into her head when she experiences pleasure like she has never before. It only urges him more, fueling the fire of his desire for her.

Continuing with his task, Ram peppers Y/N’s soft neck with kisses, tender and gentle — some feeling like a brush of his lips against her skin.

The moonlight, the rain, and the wind all are witnesses to the two lovers burning in the fire of their passion and true love.

Letting the souls unite is the task of tonight’s romantic weather. Fire and Earth coming together to help one’s ferocity and the other’s gentleness.

However, it seems that the Gods have other plans. It seems that tonight is not the best night for the reunion of Fire and Earth, when water isn’t in the equation of their lives.

So when Y/N, who was previously feeling a knot of pleasure in her stomach, feels a sudden weight thump on top of her, it startles her out of her sensual state.

Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N is faced with the sight of a mop of black hair. Lifting her head, she notices the sleeping form of Ram on top of her.

His head is nestled in the crook of her neck, one of his hand intertwined with her own and the other underneath, wrapped around her waist. His legs lay between the partition of her own legs.

Sighing heavily, Y/N lets her arm swaddle the back of Ram’s head, softly scratching his hair on the back.

Turning her head to side, she watches as the moon filters the beauty of her face. Under the noor and protection of the chand, she closes her eyes, slipping into slumber.

The strings of their lives becoming more interesting with the moon’s light as its beautiful witness.

Dhaage Tod Lao

Chandani ke Noor ke

A/N: Please Chapal mat marna, I only know how to write this much smut for now. When I learn I promise I will write more.

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mish-ka · 2 years

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Main Hoon Gumsum

A/N: Heyyy Sorry for the late update but I’ve been busy doing some moving around. So sorry for the delay. I hope you like it.

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It felt like a dream. A beautiful dream that Ram yearned for. A dream that Ram knew wouldn’t last for long. A dream that Ram knew was bond to break. Yet the memories of the dream and Y/N were what kept Ram going on with his day.

After last night, all he can think about is Y/N. Even his work couldn’t divert his attention away from Y/N’s thoughts. It was driving his fellow officers crazy that he wasn’t focused on his work today.

His mind kept travelling to Y/N’s round face that has a serene glow like the moon. Ram sometimes wonders the way her face would fit in his palms with such ease, not that he would try to something like that. Yet.

Her big lotus like eyes, that resemble the richness of honey and the gentleness of Earth. They appear intoxicating to anyone that dares to look into them.

Her plump lips that just flash her beautiful dimpled smile. A smile that you can’t even lift your eyes from. Her smile is the most beautiful thing that extends to showcasing her precious soul.

Her voluptuous body and the way she styles her saree just takes Ram's heart away. Her long hair that kiss her lower back. And last night when she had tucked her pallu away around her waist was just...it was something Ram cannot describe.

Her jewellery that seemed to look even better just because she was the one who wore them. It was like she is the one to that adds character and life to the ornaments.

Her alta cladded hands that Ram just wants to hold in his own cold ones. The soft and warm hands that seem to know what they are doing, but elegantly.

Her payal that clashes against the ground making his heart beat quicken. It was like she matched that chiming of the payal with his heart on purpose.

And her fragrance…her fragrance is sweet, yet intoxicating. Sweet like a mother’s embrace, who wants to hide you from your sorrows and pain. Intoxicating like an apsara waiting to seduce you to forget your reality. And Ram just wants to give in.

The night he spent with Y/N last night was the best memory Ram had made in awhile. A break from his day to day cruel life. He got to know a lot about her yesterday while they talked during dinner.

Spending time with Y/N, is like an escape from the harsh truth that is his reality. His job. And the brutality of it. Just being with Y/N makes him forget all about it.

It’s crazy that he has met her the day before yesterday, however there is a certain pull that he feels towards her. It makes Ram want to be in her presence.

To let lose of his pain, and break down completely, only for her to fix him and put it back.

Forget all about what how he betrays his own brothers, hands them over to vicious hands of the British Government. How he has to control his anger whenever he sees a British soldier abusing the civilians.

But alas, that escape from his reality didn’t last for much longer. And here he is back at his work standing in from of a mob of protestors.

“Lala Lajpat Rai ko azaad karo! Azaad karo!” [Release our leader, Lala Lajpat Rai!]

The mob doesn’t seem to be backing down from their demands, and had Ram not been in the place that he was, he wouldn’t have backed down either.

The fence shook violently and so did the courage of the officers stand beside him in the front lines. It was apparent that the mob wasn’t gonna back down.

Stand tall like a mountain, Ram faces the crowd fearlessly, whereas his fellow officers back up in fear as the protesters being to bang fire torches at the fence, causing fire embers to fly towards the police station.

In the background, he can hear the British officer demand for more troops to help them. Yet Ram’s focus doesn’t waver away from the angry crowd.

Just then, one of his Sikh brother throws a rock over the fence. The airborne rock precisely manages to clash with a photograph of Scott Buxton.

Watching his photograph shatter on the ground makes Ram feel smug on the inside. He couldn’t be more proud of his Sikh brother, who managed to aim so precisely.

However that pride doesn’t last for long as his British Superior begins to shout in his obnoxious voice and obnoxious accent. “Arrest that bastard!…And bring him to me!”

And it is at this moment that Ram realizes that he could’ve just stayed home, and spent the day with Y/N, maybe showing her around and getting to know him.

They say that the crash from dreams to reality is quite brutal and now Ram understands why.

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Y/N L/N, the youngest daughter in her household. The Lakshmi of her parents house, the apple of her parents eye, the beloved sister of her older brother and sister, and the mischievous sister-in-law for her jijaji and bhabhi.

All her life, Y/N has been sheltered by her protective family. Being the youngest, she has also had the liberty of being able to get away with anything.

Being of progressive thoughts, her parents didn’t mourn like others when Y/N or her sister were born. Instead they celebrated their birth, going as far as proclaiming that they had been blessed with two Lakshmi in their house.

Her parents being barristers themselves, they never believed in the idea that women shouldn’t be educated. Instead, to prove the society wrong, they taught both their daughters to read and write. For her parents, both her sister and Y/N are Saraswati, Lakshmi, and Gauri.

Now both her sister and her can overcome any obstacles thrown their way by the society. Her sister is an author that spreads her thoughts of freedom, and Y/N spreads her knowledge by teaching children.

Her brother ignored any of his friends that mocked both her sister and Y/N and taught both of them to defend themselves. Where her sister wasn’t as interested as Y/N learned archery, gun shooting, and how to fight with a dagger.

Whenever their mother was busy, Y/N’s older sister helped raised her. She would sing Y/N a lullaby to put Y/N’s curious mind at rest. Her older sister was her shield from all the negativity that surrounded their relatives and the world.

Since her parents were barrister fighting for the freedom and independence of Bharat, Y/N’s childhood was surrounded by freedom fighters who would rest at their house under rouse.

The name her parents had made for themselves was enough to invoke fear in the officers minds. They wouldn’t search their house, even if they knew that the freedom fighters were in there.

Which is why, Y/N is never afraid of speaking her mind when it comes to injust the Britishers inflict on the poor citizens. And which is also why the scene in front of her is so infuriating.

A crowd is formed around a garage, and the sound of poor citizen getting whipped by a arrogant British officer, all while the British lady accompanying him stands horrified.

Breaking through the crowd, Y/N is faced with a built man in a white kurta being hit by a ruthlesd British officer. Y/N glances around and notices how everyone is boiling in anger yet no one says anything.

A yelp from the man reverts her attention back the scene in front of her. It causes her an unknown pain as the man continues to cry out in pain while the officer doesn’t stop.

A weird connection pulls her towards the man in the kurta. A connection similar to the one she felt with Ram, yet so different. A more brotherly bond towards him.

Another cry of pain and Y/N launches herself between the man and the officer. “I suggest you stop, officer.”

The officer halts his action and turns towards Y/N with scowl on his face. A mocking smirk dances on his lips as he raises his brow at her.

“And what if I don’t, brown rubbish.” The officer has the gall to say, as if that wasn’t the most racist thing.

Before the officer, Robert, even has time to react, his belt has transferred from his hands to the woman’s, in front of him. It frightens him at the speed she moves at.

A smirk tugs on Y/N’s face as she pulls at the belt, presenting it to the officer. “Call me brown rubbish once more. I dare you.”

“You’re quite cocky, aren’t you?” Robert snarls back, not wanting to lose to a lower class Indian. And that too a girl.

Y/N’s smirk just widens, and she looks directly into Robert’s eyes, as if challenging him. “Hello kettle.”

Robert grits his teeth at the woman using English proverbs to mock him. Taking a step forward, he gets right into her face. “I could have you arrested, you know.”

While the two continue to glare at each other, Bheem just watches from his spot from the ground. His body itches forward as the officer takes a step towards the woman.

The unknown woman, who Bheem feels like he must protect, like Malli. A unknown protective that he has only felt towards Malli. It was weird yet it somehow made sense.

He felt a sisterly bond to the woman who has stepped in to save him from the officer. Standing fiercely like Maa Kali in front of the officer, not even an ounce of fear or nervousness in her eyes.

It is admiring at how she radiates the aura of divinity and Shakti. She has everyone’s attention trained on her with how captivating she is in her stand-off.

Standing in front of the man, like an unmoving mountain that even the most determined winds can’t move. That even the wildest of fired can’t destroy. A mountain that even water can’t dissolve.

“Go ahead, my dear. My mother and father are barrister, you must’ve heard of them, M/N and F/N L/N.” The bengali woman says with a pleased look on her face.

The woman who accompanied Robert gasps and instantly steps forward to pull him away from Y/N. It seems that Robert understands who she is, as even he is pale.

Without saying a word, Robert turns around, his face a bright red from the embarrassment and anger from what has just transpired between him and this brown woman.

Y/N and everyone else watches as the man and the lady drive away on the motorcycle. They all let out an sigh of relief and the crowd defuses from around them.

Bheem watches as the woman’s fierce eyes dissolves into a soft warmth as soon as they land on him, like dirt in water. The woman steps forward and kneels in front of him with such grace that its impossible to believe that she is the one who made that officer run away.

He doesn’t even notice when she takes his wounded arm into her hands. But her soft voice breaks his trance, “Dada, aapko dard ho raha hai kya?” [Brother, are you in any pain?]

“Nahi, per shukriya mujhe bachane keliye.” Bheem appreciates the woman for her help. [No, but thank you for saving me.]

Y/N softly frowns at the man, and says, “Ab aap apni behen ko shukriya bologe, Dada?” [So now you’ll say thank you to your sister, brother?]

A smile tugs on Bheem’s face at her words. It’s true that she does feel like a sister to him. “Mere naam Akhtar hai, aur tum?” [My name is Akhtar, and you are?]

It kills Bheem to lie to her. An overwhelming guilt washes over him for having lied to her. And its a little unusual but not bad. But Bheem must lie to her, if not for himself, then for her own safety.

“Mera naam Y/N L/N hai.” Y/N answers him back as she helps him off the ground. [My name is Y/N L/N.]

“Tum yahan nayi aai ho na?” Bheem can tell from the accent that lingers even when she tries to speak hindi. [You’re new here, aren’t you?]

Y/N sighs and nods her head with a smile. “Ji, Dada. Hum yahan do din pehle aaye hai.” [Yes, brother. I arrived just two days ago.]

Bheem shakes his head in understanding, and then turns to her with his bright eyes. “Aaj humare saath raat ka khaana kha kar hi jao na?” [Will you have dinner with us tonight?]

Unfortunately for Bheem, Y/N just shakes her head with a grim smile. “Aaj nahi, Akhtar Dada. Lekin kisi aur din.” [Not today, Akhtar Dada. But some other day.]

Anyday, Y/N would’ve accepted Akhtar’s offer in a heartbeat, but she had to make dinner for Ram. And after last night, she enjoyed having dinner with him.

Bheem nods at her, though he is quite disheartened himself. But she said some other day, so maybe he can invite her some other time for dinner.

Soon, the two bid goodbye to each other, with Bheem reminding Y/N to take care and get home safely. Y/N, on the other hand, reminds him to apply herbs on his wounds and to take care.

The two depart with a beautiful brotherly-Sisterly bond. The bond between Water and Earth.

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Y/N paces the floor, her eyes travelling to the sky and then to the front door of Ram’s house. Here she is, seated at the steps of her house, waiting for Ram to return.

It’s dark and quiet at night, with the street all empty and only lit by the moonlight and lanterns that hang from their neighbours and their houses.

Anxiety and nervousness tears at her stomach as she wonders about all the reasons Ram could be late. Even if she tries, she can’t push the dark thoughts that somehow wiggle into her brain.

What if Ram wasn’t coming home tonight? What if he was attacked by some British officer? What if he become a target of their brutality?

It was hard to keep her thoughts under control, yet she tried her best. Even her book wasn’t interesting enough to take her mind off of worrying about Ram. She can’t believe that she is worrying over a man she met two days ago, yet here she is.

Y/N can’t help it. Ram has unknowingly provided her with a sense of security and protection. It makes her feel at home. Just how she felt when she lived with her parents.

Any fears of loneliness have been driven away just by his mere presence. Any fears of anything harmful happening to her vanished just at one look at his bulging arm muscles.

Yes. She did shamelessly admired him from her kitchen last night. When he was seated on that jhula, his eyes trained on his hands, he failed to notice that she could watch him from the window.

His soft smile tugged at her heart strings, and all she wanted to do was gift him with all the happiness in this world. All she wants is to make him smile like that all the time.

His fluffy hair make her hands itch with the need to run her fingers through them. Feel how soft they are. Feel how silky they are when she runs her fingers through it. Wants to know what it feels like to give him a head massage.

His eyes…she just wants to take a dive and then continue to drown in them, without a care of the world. Never wale up from the dreams that she will be pulled into just from the magnitude of his eyes.

His tall and muscular build that looks great in suspenders but appear breathtaking whenever he wears a kurta at night. It just takes her breath away when he walks in with a kurta on.

And his fragrance. His fragrance is different from others. Its mixture of an Earthy and musk like scent that makes her head spin just from a whiff of it. And that too during the jhula incident.

He is just overall a little too handsome in Y/N’s eyes. It should be crime to look that great, even with that moustache. Actually. Especially with that moustache.

But alas, enough of this shamelessly admitting that she finds Ram handsome. It’s a topic for a different time. Maybe she should write a book on him, take a few notes and tips from her sister.

The sound of heavy boots hitting the ground is enough to pull her out of her inappropriate thoughts and onto the man that is staggering his way down the street.

Almost on instinct, she rushes forward to help this poor man. Just as she gets close enough, the man lifts his gaze from the ground and towards her.

The light from the lantern hits the man’s face and what Y/N witnesses is enough to make her gasp, and place a hand over her mouth in horror. Her eyes scan the man’s face, and she finally manages to gather the courage.

“Ram?”

Main hoon gumsum,

Tu bhi khamosh hai.

A/N: Sorry for the cringe scene between Bheem and Y/N. I need coffee right nkw.

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sada-siva-sanyaasi · 2 years

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touch // ramaraju

masterlist

(A/N- request by one of my favs, @thewinchestergirl1208 ! I hope this matches what you had in mind, I tried? anywho, feedback is appreciated!

~Juhi <3 )

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Ram read through the books he had found in the nearby library and sighed to himself, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. The days have been long and hard, nothing really being enough. They weren’t really going anywhere, no real destination or outcome was visible in this unending battle to become free, and the only thing keeping them together was hope.

Well, hope for everyone else.

Ram held on because of another reason entirely, a reason he wasn’t even ready to admit out loud. His best friend, the woman who has been with him ever since he came clean of his doings and sought her help in freeing Bheem and Malli, Y/N. His Y/N, although he’d never tell her that.

Or so he thought.

Maybe it was the fact that she was slowly opening up to other people and wasn’t coming to him as much, or that he was seeing how men were noticing her, the green feeling of jealousy spread like wildfire in his heart. He was content with her as his closest friend before, but now he knew if he didn’t have her all for himself he would burn the village down.

Just as the heat of his thoughts began to spread in his head, a voice shook him out of his reverie. “Are you sleeping in the library, Ram? That’s not a very nice thing to do.”

Y/N’s tone was light and amused, and his eyes snapped open as he turned to her. She sat on top of the table beside his chair as she looked down at him with a small smile threatening to get bigger, and Ram’s heart beat faster than every train in the country. How dare she steal his heart and then look so innocent like she had done absolutely nothing?

Y/N was dressed in a royal peacock blue saree, her usual bangles and jhumkas glinting in the light of the library and his eyes zeroed down on the ridiculously beautiful kamarband she wore and the sweat drops on her hip trailing towards it.

Ram gulped harshly, rubbing his face as he smiled sheepishly at her. “What are you doing here? I heard you were busy today.”

Busy showing a few men around town, according to her little sister. Her sister had a smug smile as she raved about how the men wanted her sister around them for a while now, after all she was super pretty and-

“Ram? Are you even listening to me?” He blinked and looked up, the unimpressed look on Y/N’s face making him sit up straight, bashful. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I wanted to take a few books from you that you might recommend for me to read, since you know a lot of those. I was getting bored at home and thought to come to you for a few, what would you recommend?”

Ram stood up and frowned, looking through the books around him. “If you like science there’s a bunch of books here by the scientist Isaac Newton, translated from Latin to English. Or if you like fiction, I’d suggest…” Ram trailed off as she watched him silently, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Y/N, is everything okay? You look lost, did I- oh wait.” Y/N bit her lip slowly as Ram stepped closer to stand between her legs, a smirk on his face as he placed his hands on either side of her on the table. “You don’t know English, is that why you got so silent?”

She gulped, looking everywhere but at him as she slowly nodded. Ram smiled and shook his head, raising his hand to push her hair out of her face. “It’s not really that bad, you know? I can teach you English if you want, you don’t have to overthink it.”

Y/N looked at him, the same unreadable expression on her face as she thought about it. She studied his face, a small smile appearing on her face as she nodded.

“When do the classes start?”

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“Why do they have 26 letters?” Y/N grumbled as Ram smirked at her while she furiously glared at the papers he put in front of her.

“We have so many more alphabets in Telugu, Tamil, Hindi and so many more languages that you already know, Y/N. This will be very easy for you. Now come on, do you remember them all? You’ve been staring at those pages for an hour, those alphabets and words.”

“I have no idea-”

“Let me help then.”

Ram scooted closer to Y/N, looking at the letters and then at her. “Look at these alphabets and the way they curve, see?” He grabbed her finger and put it on the paper, gliding it across each line drawn to spell out the alphabet ‘A’. He moved on to ‘B’ and tightened his grip on her wrist, the smile on his face widening just a little when he felt her stiffen, her breath stuttering as she glanced at him, her eyes wide and pupils dilated.

“What’s with you Y/N? Are you paying attention?”

She blinked twice and nodded hurriedly, looking at the paper again as she whispered the alphabets under her breath, Ram whispering them in her ear and commending her when she got them right.

“You look like you’re getting the hang of it, that’s nice.” Ram smiled and put the papers away, pressing a soft kiss into Y/N’s hair. Y/N sat straighter and nodded, trying to stand up when Ram wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap.

“I thought we were done, Ram.” She whispered, wiggling and trying to get out of his lap when he tightened his arm, pressing her back against his chest and chuckled, sending shivers down her spine. “We’re done when I say we’re done, got it? Now, let’s get on with it.”

Ram moved Y/N’s hair to the front and pulled her a little closer, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’ll write an alphabet on your back, and if you get it right, you’ll be rewarded. Bonus points if you can even spell out the words that I’m writing. Okay?”

Her jhumkas danced as his warm breath hit her ear and she shivered, nodding slowly. “What reward are you talking about, though?” She said as he chuckled and moved her pallu out of his way, gazing at her bare back almost wolfishly. Y/N bit her lip as she felt his finger glide down her back, moving up and down and up again before stopping.

“You’ll know when you get it right. Now, what alphabet did I write?”

“Uh… was it ‘W’?” Ram smiled and nodded, his hot fingers moving down as he pressed a kiss to her back, right in the middle. Y/N instantly stood up, eyes wide and breath uneven as she stared at him, her pallu tightly gripped in her hands. “What… what did you just do Ram?”

Ram interlocked their fingers together and rubbed her knuckles soothingly, gazing up at her with soft eyes. “That was the reward, bangaram. Kavala vadda*?” Y/N tightened her grip on his fingers just a little and smiled at him, making him pull her back into his eager arms with ease.

One of Ram’s hands slipped back, rubbing patterns all over her back while the other one curled into her hair, tugging her closer till their lips were mere inches apart. “The next letter you get right will earn you another kiss. Now, which letter am I drawing on your back?”

Ram drew a line down her back and waited as she moved closer to him, the nervousness in her eyes evident. “Uh, ‘I’?” He smiled and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss just below her collarbone, looking up at her with twinkling eyes.

He drew a line down and then another across it, and she gasped, feeling his lips ghosting above her collarbone and waiting. “L.” Y/N tried to muffle her whimpers at each kiss he pressed against her body for each letter that left her mouth, burying her face into his neck.

“O.”

“V.”

“E.”

Ram gently lifted her into his arms, standing up as he walked to his bed. Y/N’s hands around his neck tightened as she slowly said, “You wrote this word on those papers. Love… love ante prema kada*?” Ram looked down at her with pride and pressed a kiss to her forehead as he set her down on his bed.

“Spell this word out, and you’ll win this round.” Ram whispered softly, moving down till his head was level to her waist, and wrote on it, smiling at the way she shivered under his touch.

“Ram,” she whimpered, tugging at his hair as she brought him closer. He hummed along, waiting for her to answer, making her huff as she pulled him to her chest. “You wrote your name on me, now I’m out of patience.” Ram laughed as their lips collided, his palms roaming her entire body freely as her fingers got lost in his hair, trying to get him impossibly closer to her.

They kissed each other like it was the only thing they could do, like nothing else really mattered and they had no time left for anything else. Ram sighed into her lips, picking her up with ease as his lips trailed down south, his fingers fiddling with her blouse and unhooking expertly.

“Hold on, wait,” she panted as he pulled away, staring at her. “I love you, Ram.” Ram smiled like a thousand suns, the happiness immense and blinding as he showered her with kisses again, each kiss like it was their last.

“I love you, I love you so much.” He murmured against her lips, his movements getting messier as he tugged his shirt off, pulling at her saree and grumbling under his breath when his hands got tangled in her pallu and he couldn’t get himself out.

“Why is this- oh my God, why is this tightening around my hands? Y/N, a little help?” Y/N chuckled and sat up, straddling him and resting her arms on his shoulders. “Nidaname pradhanamu, vinnava eppudaina*? With what you’ve done, I’m pretty sure it will take a long time to get you and me both out of my saree.”

She combed her fingers gently through his hair gently and smiled as Ram sighed in contentment, tugging his hair back harshly to see his eyes open in shock and a strangled moan leave him.

“Hadavidi lo gadabida*, people should learn this from you. Go easy, I’m not running away from you. I’ll stay till the end.” Ram sighed and smiled at her, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers as he breathed in, the sense of ecstacy and elation that filled him seemingly never ending.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips as she smiled, gently kissing him. “I love you too, you strong impatient man.”

Both of them drowned in each other’s presence, blissfully unaware and ignorant of possibly anything else.

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Ram woke up to an empty bed, the familiar smell that he associated with Y/N lingering in his room enough for him to know that she hadn’t left too long ago. He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he sat up, looking for her when he saw a piece of paper. He picked it up, his eyes widening before a smirk took over his face, the paper and the English on it falling down as he chuckled, looking out of the window as the Sun rose.

We should do this again, preferably next time with you knowing how to get my saree off.

All the love, Y/N.

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Kavala vadda?- Do you want it or not?

love ante prema kada?- it means love in English right?

Nidaname pradhanamu, vinnava eppudaina?- slow and steady, have you ever heard of it?

Hadavidi lo gadabida- making a mess in a hurry

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chandamama // epilogue

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(a/n- and that concludes it all! insanely grateful for the love, patience and comments I've gotten for this series. now I will catch up on the other requests I've gotten, pakka. toodles! ~Juhi <3)

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“This is absolutely wonderful!” Jenny squealed for what seemed like the tenth time as she looked at the bamboo and wooden jewellery made for Y/N’s wedding by the villagers. Malli and Y/N were welcomed with great excitement by the tribe when Bheem and Ram brought them back, the folk instantly getting to work for the wedding of the pair.

Ram, much to his chagrin, was kept away from Y/N the entire time, the elders saying that it’s inauspicious for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. “I thought only the British had such stupid rules,” he grumbled to Bheem, longingly gazing towards the hut he knew Y/N was in while Bheem laughed. “Oh, this is an age-old custom, Anna. It’s not new to any of us, and I thought you wanted this to happen?” Ram winced when he heard her giggles along with Jenny’s and Seetha’s. “Yes, but not with her right in front of me and yet so far away Bheem, I can’t take this. I’ll go see her just-” “Bidda, atla ninnu nuvvu aapukokapote etla*? Have some patience, you’re getting married tomorrow. She’s all yours, then.” Bheem’s grandmother, the tribe’s head, spoke up from her place. Gangavva, old and ripe with age, smiled as she looked at the men in front of her, her eyes cloudy but her gaze clear.

“How well you can hold yourself back now shows how well you’ll hold onto her later on. Idi mee kosame, kasta aagu, sarena*?” Ram flushed red, nodding as the others around him laughed. Bheem thumped Ram on his back and stood up, stretching with a cheeky smile. “I’ll go see her once, you don’t mind, right?” Ram threw a rock at Bheem as he laughed and ran towards Y/N, before sighing to himself. This torture was insane.

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Y/N opened her eyes as everyone slept around her, slowly sitting up. She checked her surroundings as she slowly stepped out, tiptoeing for a while before racing into the woods, her heart pounding. A hushed giggle left her as she ran through the forest, memories of her childhood flooding her senses as she finally began to breathe. All this time, surrounded by her people, she felt at peace, but the itch to explore the wild like she had with Bheem remained inside her, which she couldn’t do until that very night, before her wedding.

“Finally, no one is watching over me now.” She mumbled as she ran, slowing as she recognised the lake she reached. This was the lake that was nearby when she last saw Bheem, when she last was in her home. She sighed and got to the lakeside, dropping to her knees and washing her face. She stopped and watched the ripples slowly die down, gazing at herself and then at the moon reflected in the calm waters.

“It has been long, hasn’t it?” A voice broke her out of her trance and she looked up to see Bheem a few feet away from her, looking up at the moon. “Bheema, when did you get here?” “I was always here. You got here now.” She smiled slowly, sitting down as he walked to her and sat down beside her. “When I lost you,” he began, not looking at her, “the moon was behind the clouds, and it was raining heavily that day. And when I found out who you were, the sky was empty. Now that you’re back, the moon is finally out, did you notice?”

Y/N stared at her brother as he shifted closer to her and placed his hand on her head, patting gently. “Ippude kade naku dorikavu, appude nannodili potava? Kasta undacchu kade, na kosam*.” Tears gathered in her eyes as she rested her head on his chest, hugging his waist. “Ninnu idichipovalani lede anna, neethone undalani undi naku*. But I don’t have a choice, do I?” Bheem pressed a soft kiss to her hair as he brought her closer, blinking away his own tears.

“Any time spent with you feels like it’s too little, and I’m so worried for you. Ee duniya manchidi kade, nuvvu adi chusav idi chusav, ayina nee*-” “I think Ram made a promise to you, didn’t he? Aa suryudu tana jabilli ki em avvanivvadani*. We will be fine, I will be fine Anna.”

The siblings stayed there for the rest of the night, enjoying the moonlight and the sounds of the forest, knowing everything would change later on.

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Jenny went and stood beside Bheem, watching him as he motioned for people to move, checking over the decorations for the wedding. “Bheem, it’s all perfect,” she reassured him, a hand on his shoulder as he calmed, looking towards her. He smiled at her, knowing she was trying to reassure him, and sighed, seeing Ram walk out of his hut dressed in white, his smile blinding. He sauntered over to Bheem and hugged him, passing Jenny a smile as Ram looked around.

“So when will she-” Gangavva’s fingers around Ram’s ear made him yelp and bend down as she laughed heartily, pulling him to the mandap. “She will be here, mundu nuvvu kurcho poyi*.”

Bheem laughed to himself, the uneasy feeling in his heart growing as Ram blushed a little, sitting in his place while the others fussed over him. Seetha and his uncle watched him fondly while Jenny continued to observe Bheem, understanding what he was thinking even though he couldn’t actually tell her. She silently slipped her hand into his and rubbed his knuckles slowly, feeling him crumble slowly as Y/N finally emerged, her eyes shining as she first walked to him and Jenny.

Bheem smiled tight-lipped and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead, his grip on Jenny’s hand slightly tightening as she stepped away, smiling at Jenny and walking to sit beside Ram.

Jenny looked up at Bheem and whispered, “She’s okay, Bheem.” Bheem looked at Jenny, then at the couple listening to the priest, the villagers surrounding them and the trees bustling with excitement. The uneasy feeling lifted slowly, a dizzy lightheadedness flooding him as he realised in fact, she was okay. Everything was okay.

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Y/N looked at the mangalsutra around her neck as a smile slowly made its way onto her face, her face flushed with ecstasy. Bheem had refused to let go of her for fifteen whole minutes after the wedding ended, to the point where every villager collectively had to grab onto him and pull him away. He was a complete mess, and Ram finally took him on a walk, arm around him and comforting pats every now and then. Bheem returned looking slightly better, but his eyes were still red and sniffled every two minutes, casting sad glances at her. The ladies themselves wouldn’t let go of Y/N next, Jenny wanting to stay with her since she would be leaving soon and Seetha wanting some alone time with her since she was the newest addition into her small family.

Now that she was finally by herself, Y/N felt a strange sense of ecstasy and happiness, basking in it all alone as the Sun set in front of her. “Enjoying marriage without the husband?” Ram’s voice shook her out of her thoughts as she smiled, feeling him wrap his arms around her waist and tug her into his chest. Ram and Y/N smiled at each other as the setting Sun cast a golden glow on both of them. “Hello, husband,” she whispered as he pressed a long kiss to her forehead, bringing her impossibly closer. “Hello, wife. I don’t know what I like calling you more now, you know? Jabillammo, lekapote na bharya ano*.”

Her smile grew as she snuggled into his embrace, pressing a kiss to his bare chest.

“You called yourself the sun already, I think Jabilamma should stay. Nakade ishtam*.”

“And it shall. I love you, Jabilamma.”

“I love you too, Ram.”

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Bidda, atla ninnu nuvvu aapukokapote etla?- Dear, how can you not wait like this?

Idi mee kosame, kasta aagu, sarena?- This is for both of you, just hold on a little, okay?

Ippude kade naku dorikavu, appude nannodili potava? Kasta undacchu kade, na kosam. - I just found you, do you have to leave me and go already? Stay a little longer, for me.

Ninnu idichipovalani lede anna, neethone undalani undi naku.- I don't want to leave you and go, Anna, I just want to stay with you.

Ee duniya manchidi kade, nuvvu adi chusav idi chusav, ayina nee- - This world is not nice, you've seen that and our world too, and yet you-

Aa suryudu tana jabilli ki em avvanivvadani- That Sun won't let anything happen. to his Moon.

mundu nuvvu kurcho poyi- you go sit down first.

Jabillammo, lekapote na bharya ano- Should it be my moon, or my wife?

Nakade ishtam- I like that better.

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Sarojini was a true combination of her parents, literally.

She had her father's smile, her mother's eyes, walked like her father and talked like her mother.

She was insanely intelligent like both her parents, knowing local and foreign languages, danced like her father, took pictures and painted a little like her mother did.

She also got her father's anger and her mother's dry humour and sarcasm, which made her impossible to deal with during arguments.

Sarojini, or Bujji like her Bheem Babai and Jenny Pinni called her, Chinna Rakshasi like her Seetha Atta called her, or Chinnamma and Saroo like her parents called her, was the apple of everyone's eye.

And she knew it. She enjoyed it a lot too.

In the beginning, Saroo loved falling asleep on her father's chest as he read her from her mother's vast collection of books while Y/N watched from the other side of the bed with a soft smile.

As she grew, Saroo started going to her mother to sleep in her lap, curled in her saree because of how comfortable it felt.

Ram would crawl into bed and press a kiss on her head gently, massaging her legs because she ran around the house the entire day.

Saroo got pampered insanely by her aunts and uncle and the rest of the village, much to Ram's chagrin.

"See, I'm not saying she doesn't deserve it because I know my chinnamma deserves everything in this world," he mumbled into Y/N's stomach once as she gently ran her fingers through his hair. "I just... they're spending too much time with my daughter. She belongs to us, right?"

"She belongs to herself, my big baby. Let her grow as she pleases."

Ram was such a strong man, so brave and ready to face every challenge in his life, but it seemed to him that the biggest challenge after falling in love with his wife was watching his little one grow.

Bheem seemed to have gotten a lot softer after Saroo was born, keeping every possible harmful thing out of her reach.

Once when he and Jenny were playing with Saroo, she had crawled into his chest and snuggled closer, yawning as wide as she could which didn't release a sound.

Bheem almost stole her and ran away that day. Jenny had to stop him.

Another time when all five of them sat together for lunch, eating, Saroo crawled to Bheem and giggled, grabbing his nose ring.

She placed a clumsy slobber-filled kiss to it and fell on his chest, instantly falling asleep.

Bheem was stopped by four people that day, and only returned Saroo when Y/N promised him "Saroo will spend every alternative weekend with her Bheem Babai and Jenny Pinni, okay? Now give me my daughter."

Seetha loved brushing her hand over Saroo's head, petting her gently as she slept in her lap.

As Saroo grew, Seetha would be the one she went to for braids, because despite everything Y/N knew she couldn't braid Saroo's hair without getting scared she was hurting her and sending her to her aunt.

Jenny spent time with Saroo when Bheem would leave to help Ram with work, and by the time he returned they'd be giggling together about something, cuddled into each other.

Saroo grew up on Bheem's shoulders, after she kicked his chest while trying to learn to stand and winced in pain.

Along with the extreme love she got from everyone, she got other things too.

Seetha dragged her out of numerous fights with boys much larger than her because "Atta, they were being mean to other kids/animals/me! Do I just sit and watch it?"

Jenny had to buy new books because Saroo finished the ones she had, and was soon running out of books to buy for her to read.

Bheem refused to fight with her because "Anna, your daughter fights like you and Y/N combined. I can't deal with it so I just give her what she wants."

Saroo also had a knack for pranking people.

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(a/n- this was a requested part, and also has dark themes head so read with caution.)

When Y/N woke up again, her body was bound to a chair, a gag in her mouth and blindfolded, completely unaware and terrified about what was happening to her. She sat up straight, wriggling in the chair and twisting her hands to loosen the ropes around them, muffled cries leaving her. “Struggling is pointless, my love,” a soft voice next to her ear made her freeze, all thoughts leaving her brain.

Ram.

He pressed a soft kiss to the shell of her ear, carefully slipping the blindfold off her eyes as he moved to sit in front of her. Y/N blinked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the light flooding around her as she saw Ram loosen the ropes around her wrists and legs a little, massaging the sore areas with a soft look on his face.

If it weren’t for what he had done to her, her heart would have raced at the way he was touching her, her blood rushing to her face. But the only thing she could see at that moment wasn’t her best friend, or the man she had begun to slowly fall for. The man in front of her was a monster, and she didn’t know him at all.

“I loosened the knots, you should be able to move your arms and legs much more than before,” Ram spoke softly, as if to a child calming after their tantrum. He moved to her face, not looking into her eyes even once as he reached to remove the gag cloth from around her mouth, moving her hair out of her face and moving back, beginning to braid it.

“Let me go,” Y/N tried to sound strong, she really did, but the fear gripping her throat only let her voice come out as a shaky plea. Ram paused, the silence around them allowing him to assess how she was shaking, how her lips were trembling and sweat went down her neck from the anxiety that she was going through.

Ram finished braiding her hair and pinned it up into a bun, picking a cloth to wipe the sweat on her back and all over her neck. She shivered as she felt his touch, tears welling in her eyes. “Ram, let me go.” She said again, her voice shakier than before. “I need to go to Bheem-”

“You don’t have to go anywhere.” His cold voice cut her off, making Y/N gulp in fear as he sat in front of her, observing the look on her face. “Ram, this isn’t you, please just-” “This was always me, Y/N,” He sighed, sitting back.

“Always. Desperately in love with you, worshipping the ground you walked on, hanging onto every breath that left you like it was my only source of air, finding joy in your very existence. This has been me ever since I met you, and so long before that.”

Y/N watched in confusion, seeing how he still refused to look into her eyes. “I’ve seen you for the first time almost three years ago, Y/N. You’ve bewitched me quite literally, sitting in a library and reading books imported from England with interest unlike anything I’ve seen before, little sounds of excitement and despair leaving you as you turned the pages,” Ram chuckled, rubbing his face and looking at the ground.

“I’ve never known feelings so strong, love so binding till you, and met you that day in the temple, became friends with you, made you a regular part of my life, became a part of yours and everything was going so well until you fell for him.” The air suddenly seemed to heat up as Ram finally looked into her eyes, the fire burning in his eyes making her shrink away.

“You fell for Bheem, Y/N. My Bheem, my brother. You fell for him. And I couldn’t stand the thought of not having you.” Ram wrapped his fingers around her hand, rubbing circles as he spoke with urgency and desperation. “Do you even know what it’s like? The fear of losing someone you love more than your own life? My life was never mine, but you made it worth it to live on and fight, and you just wanted to leave me?”

“Ram, I was never going to leave you, I just-” Y/N tried again when he scoffed, looking away. “You loved him! Of course you were going to leave me! How could I marry you when you loved him?!” She cried at this, the tears flowing down her face as she shrunk further into her chair, her heart racing seeing him slowly lose himself.

Ram stood up, kicking his chair away as he yelled, punching the wall beside him. Y/N watched as he kept punching, her breath stuck in her throat when she saw blood on his hands and cracks slowly form on the wall.

Y/N looked away, unable to watch as she noticed how loose the knots actually were, making her lean forward a little, tugging at one with her teeth. Soon enough, it came loose as she untied the rest with her free hand, jumping up to grab his hands. “Please stop!” She cried, gripping his shoulder with both hands as he froze, hand millimetres away from the wall.

Ram looked at how she held onto him and cried, her body shaking as her tears drenched his shoulder. He put his hands down, a sigh leaving him as he wrapped his arms around her trembling figure, shushing her. “It’s okay my love,” he cooed, stroking her hair with his bloodied hands. He cupped her face as he pulled away slowly, wiping her tears.

“When we get married, it will all settle down. Everything will be just perfect.” He murmured as her breath stuttered, looking at him with panic. “Hold on, maybe now is not the right time.” Y/N tried as she tried to get away from him while Ram just pulled her into his calmly, shushing her. “And wait till you fall in love with me? Y/N, it’s just marriage, I’m sure you’ll learn to love me later on. Maybe not as much as I love you, because that’s impossible, but you’ll learn.”

He backed her into a wall as he lowered his face into her neck, pressing sultry kisses there. “You’re mine, and you’ll remain mine forever.” He murmured into her skin as Y/N closed her eyes, hands against his chest as her mind spinned. She knew she didn’t want this, and yet a small part of her did want to be with him, and she was lost in not knowing what was right for her and what wasn’t.

Y/N’s hands crept up Ram’s neck slowly as he moved to her face, and pulled him away from her, a pleading look on her face. “Ram, please.” She begged as he sighed and pulled away completely. He caressed her cheek, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as he walked away from there silently, leaving her by herself.

Y/N slid down the wall as sobs racked her body, hiding her face behind her knees. Her pitiful cries for help echoed through the house as Ram kept punching his bag, blood spilling everywhere. She would soon realise that this was for the best, she had no other choice.

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Y/N read through a book, humming to herself as she felt Ram behind her, bent as he set her saree. She lost track of the number of days she spent with him, and it had gone to a point where he had become her only anchor. She began to slowly seek him out for everything, despite the voice in her head screaming at her to not do so.

Ram had welcomed her with open arms, ready for everything she was going to throw at him for however long it was, because it meant she would be right with him and at least talk to him. She initially showed nothing more than fear and hatred to the man that he really was, which slowly melted into hesitation, and settled as comfort and acceptance.

Y/N didn’t know what she felt for him, but knew it wasn’t any less than the love she had for him before because he still treated her exactly how he did the very first time they met. She knew he had clipped her wings but at the same time was the only thing she had left, with Bheem gone too.

Bheem.

The name brought tears to her eyes and pain to her heart every time she thought of him, knowing he died that day when Ram took her from him. He had died without the ones he loved with him, and for that she could never forgive Ram. But maybe one day she’d learn to like this new life she was given, where she was the star Ram’s world revolved around and he was the only one in her universe.

She turned to scoff when she noticed Ram still kneeling next to her, her saree long forgotten as he just admired her from there, a dazed smile on his face. She pushed his face away and smirked when he fell back, looking at her with a mischievous smile. “You shouldn’t have done that, you disturbed me while I was busy.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she sat down, putting her book away as she looked at him. “Oh really? What were you so busy doing?”

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chandamama // part 3

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Ram tossed and turned in his sleep, finally waking up and walking out to his balcony as he looked at the night sky, watching a few stars blink weakly, the moon hiding. It’s not even amavasya, but why was the moon not there? Ram hadn’t realised how much he depended on the moon for comfort and peace, and without her guidance he felt his heart sink.

After he put his books away, Y/N had seemed… off. She stared at him blankly, her face ashen, and when he leaned to kiss her, the sound of a car made her jump away from him, rushing out. “That… that’s my father here for me, Ram,” she avoided his eyes, almost looking relieved as she stared at the car. “I’ll come back later, alright? Good night.” Ram watched her leave, his heart twisting uneasily. Had he done something that made her stare at him like that?

He looked on as she stopped before getting into her car, looking up once to see him. He waved, smiling as she raised her hand a little, jumping in and leaving. Something definitely happened while he was away, otherwise she wouldn’t look at him like he was wrong, like he was a monster. “Jabilamma, why are you hiding?” He whispered into the night, the stars staring back emptily. “What went wrong?”

Y/N stared at the sky from her house, tears swimming in her eyes as she muffled the cries that left her. “Everything went wrong,” she whimpered as the empty sky sighed back painfully. “Why did I have to fall in love with him, with Ram, of all the people? Why did he have to be the officer hunting my family?”

She fell back into her bed, tears slowly falling as she buried her face into the pillow. “What if he gets to him before I do? What if I can never find him and never return with him?” She stopped for a second, her heart freezing. “What if the one here is Bheema? What if my brother is here and I’ll lose him before I get him?” She shivers as the air gets colder, wrapping her blankets tighter around herself, trying to calm the storms raging within her heart.

She knew she had to do something, just didn’t know what to do.

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Y/N sat with Jenny, watching the decorations being put up all around Governor Scott’s house. “So Akhtar visited today,” Jenny began, making Y/N’s head shoot up in excitement, “And he stayed for a while but he seemed distracted, you know? Sort of like, he was looking for something. I don’t think he thought I would notice, but it was a little concerning, Y/N. Do you think something happened?”

Y/N frowned, shrugging, when she sat straight, everything seeming crystal clear. A mechanic in Delhi she hasn’t heard about, his sneakily good knowledge of southern foods, he could be it. Akhtar could be her family, looking for the girl Scott stole from her people.

“I heard about the girl in your mansion, what was her name again?” “Malli,” Jenny answered, happy at the mention of her name. Y/N watched as she gushed about her. “Oh, she’s such a sweet child. Akhtar found me a bangle for her too, in the market. He denied it but I think he made the bangle, and she absolutely loved it!”

Y/N sat back in her seat, Jenny’s words fading out as the feeling of relief and despair set into her chest. She would now have to tell Akhtar- no, her family, however he was related to her, that the man he considered his brother was in fact sent to get him. She set her tea aside, getting up. “Jenny, I am so sorry, but I think I will have to leave now-”

“What’s the hurry?” A voice said as the both turned around, Lady Scott watching them both with narrowed eyes. Y/N swore she hated this woman more than her vile husband. “I’m sure you don’t actually have anywhere to go, stay here for a while. Convince your friend, won’t you Jenny? The dear girl seems to travel a lot these days.”

Y/N closed her eyes, clenching her fists as Jenny grabbed her hand, pleading. “Please, you barely stay anymore! I miss my friend a lot, Y/N. At least until you see how the party looks, please stay!”

As Lady Scott laughed and walked away when Y/N finally nodded, she sent a vicious glare at the woman’s back, praying some chandelier would break and fall on her that instant, ridding the whole world of infinite evil.

Y/N sat back, Jenny holding on and talking about how wonderful Akhtar was and how lovely the party would be, wishing she was instead warning him about what was to come.

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The clock struck 10 when Y/N reached Akhtar’s house, gasping for breath. The door opened and his sister looked shocked when she saw her, opening the door wider for the rest of the family to see her. Y/N shook her head, wiping her face.

“Akhtar, where is he? I know he’s the man from Adilabad sent to get Malli back, but please, his life is in danger.” She pulled her hair into a bun, lowering it for them all to see the mark. “I’m one of them, please tell me where he is.” She begged, slipping down as they all stared at her in shock.

“You’re one of us?” a voice came from behind her, and she turned to see the old man she spent her early childhood around. Y/N rushed to him, grasping his hands in hers as she looked at him pleadingly. “Peddayya, it’s me, Y/N, Bheem’s little sister.” His eyes widened as he hugged her to his chest, crying.

“Inni dinalu nee munde tirigade mee anna, ninnu tana kandla mundu pettukoni nee eduru chusade mee anna*,” he sobbed, Y/N gripping onto him as she cried too. Akhtar was her Bheema all this time, her brother, her shield from this entire world.

“Where is he?” She gasped, pulling away and looking at him. “His life is in danger, where is he?” “At Ram’s house, he’s treating him because he got bit by a viper, but-”

Y/N took off, running to Ram’s house as fast as she could. How could she tell any of them that he was the danger Bheem’s life was going to face?

When she got to Ram’s house, she saw Akhtar- no, her brother leave the house, and crashed into him, all the years of staying apart rushing back to her. Bheem stumbled, confused, but hugged her back, comforting her instantly. “Anna,” she cried, making Bheem freeze as her tears stained his shirt. “Anna, why didn’t you come for me sooner? I waited so long for you that night.”

“So many years away from you and everyone else, why didn’t you look for me, Anna? Why didn’t you come looking for me like you came all these years later for Malli?”

Bheem touched the tattoo on her neck and tears sprung in his eyes, his arms tightening around Y/N as they both crumpled to the ground.

“Nannu manninchave*,” He caressed her hair, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead as she slowly pulled away. “I saw the marks, and the blood on the ground, we all thought you died that day. Not a day goes by when I don’t miss you, cry for you looking at the moon. Had I known you weren’t dead but taken, I would’ve searched the world for you.”

He looked at her and smiled, pushing the hair gently out of her face. “But look at you, the only one from us all who is educated, who knows and understands this evil world. I’m so proud of you.” He helped her up, steadying her on her feet and pointed to Ram’s house.

“Stay with him and protect him, he needs you right now, more than ever. Once we get Malli, I’m coming back for you. Take care of yourself, I can’t lose you again.” Y/N gulped, looking at the door as Bheem hugged her one last time, leaving her there.

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"Come back to me and we will spend every second of our lives with each other, come back and I'll tell you everyday that I'm in love with you, more than anyone has ever loved anyone."

She knelt down too, bringing his face closer as she pressed a kiss to each tear that slipped out, before a final kiss to his forehead, her lips staying there.

"Come back to me," she whispered.

Ram woke up with a start, looking around wildly as he felt the ground around him. His fingers finally found the idol and he brought it close to his chest, breathing heavily. Y/N gave him an anchor without realising when she handed her idol of his namesake to him, the same idol that saved him from the storms brewing in his heart and the longing that clouded his mind. He stared at the idol as memories flooded his brain, a sense of comfort filling him as her voice rang in his heart.

Flashback

“I didn’t know you’re devoted to Shri Ram,” Bheem said, trying to make conversation with Y/N who was still upset with Ram. “Oh well, I was originally much more devoted to Lord Shiva,” she mused, stirring the pot as the aroma filled the air around them. Ram paused, looking up from his book as she looked into the pot, frowning, before taking some spice and putting it in, stirring once and offering a taste to Bheem. Bheem tentatively put a spoonful in his mouth, his eyes lighting up as he surged forward for more.

“Not now Bheem, I’ll save extra for you later.” She chided, smiling to herself. “As I was saying, I loved Shiva a lot more. I think I still do; he feels real and grounds me a lot. But Shri Ram,” she spared a glance at Ram before looking back at Bheem, “I fell in love with him recently, and I really like the feeling.”

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Ram’s uncle walked into his tent and sighed, looking at Ram’s state. He had been waking up panting and sweating ever since he left his heart in Hyderabad, and everyone could see how it had been affecting him.

Ram walked slower, talked less and got more agitated than before. His eyes lost the glow, looking more and more like those of a sick tiger unlike the sharp ones they were before. More than anything, he looked scared all the time, his grip on the idol she gave him growing tighter each passing day.

“Ram,” he began, watching his nephew sit straighter and look into the fire burning, not acknowledging him. “You’re just killing yourself for no reason, and you know it. She wouldn’t want you like this Ram, none of us do.”

Ram rolled his eyes and stood up, dusting himself. He knew what he was doing, better than anyone else. But he also knew that everything felt absolutely pointless without her looking at him, sitting beside him, talking to him, just being near him. It all felt like it meant nothing. “Remember your promise to Baba, Ram.” His uncle tried again but Ram snapped. “Well I’ve fulfilled it, haven’t I? I did everything I could and got a gun in every villager’s hand to fight for our freedom. Baba never said I had to give up on love for freedom. He didn’t ask me to kill my spirit and live lifelessly for this fight for freedom, Babai.” Ram sighed, wiping the sweat off his face as he turned to his uncle.

“I will fight with every ounce in my being, with my last breath I will fight to do whatever I can in making sure the British leave our land and we get back everything that rightfully belongs to us. But for me to fight, I need her. I need her beside me to be able to breathe the way I did before. I just,” he sat back down, looking into the fire with hopelessness. “I want her, Babai. Nothing else.”

Ram’s uncle rubbed his face as he sat down beside his nephew, looking into the fire. “Then go get her.” Ram looked up from the fire, staring as his uncle patted his back reassuringly. “I can take care of things over here, Ram. You go bring my daughter-in-law home.” Ram turned back to the flames as they reflected in his eyes, and after a very very long time, his uncle finally saw his nephew again.

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The Sun was just rising in Hyderabad when Ram finally got to Y/N’s house. The first rays of light hit Ram’s feet as he gazed at the mansion that belonged to his lady love, somehow completely dull. Something was wrong, he could tell as the mansion hollowly looked back at him, and he ventured in, looking for anyone at all. Since it was too early in the morning, maybe no one was around, Ram reasoned with himself as he looked around the spotless house.

A door creaked open and Y/N’s little brother walked out, rubbing his eyes. He was fully clothed in white, not any sign of the grand clothes he wore the last time Ram saw him, and panic began to set into Ram’s chest. The white clothes, no sign of people around, the talk of a plague going around in the city as bad as when Quli Qutb Shah ruled over centuries ago rang in ram’s brain as he staggered back, making Y/N’s brother finally notice him.

“Baava*!” He exclaimed, rushing to hug him, and Ram hugged the young boy back, tears already collecting in his eyes for multiple reasons. The boy pulled away and smiled wide at Ram, but frowned immediately, noticing his state. “Baava, what happened? Are you alright?”

Ram looked at him and ruffled his hair a little, turning around to the house. “Where’s everyone?” The kid sighed, sitting him down and offering a glass of water. “Amma went on a religious trip to Varanasi to pray and celebrate, and the house help will be here anytime soon.”

“Celebrate?”

“Yeah,” he looked up at Ram with nervous eyes. “Akka got infected by the plague, and was suffering all alone for almost two weeks. She was in a lot of pain, baava, and none of us could do anything to help her out. She kept saying that nothing will happen to her because she still hasn’t seen her Ram even while her health deteriorated drastically.”

Ram stopped breathing, fear gripping him tight at the thought of losing Y/N. he had nearly lost her and he didn’t actually know, what if she-“Thankfully she recovered all by herself, the physician who came to see her said it was a true miracle.” The boy smiled wide. “I think you kept her alive baava, wanting to see you made her fight even death. Today is Holi, which is why I’m dressed in white, and- oh look, the house help got here too.”

Ram looked up as people filled the house, and sighed to himself, leaning back. “Baava,” Ram looked up as the boy held out a set of white kurta pyjamas for him. “Get ready for Holi, it's Akka's favourite festival and I'm pretty sure she’s sleeping right now. She will wake up anytime soon and rush to get ready, so you should too. Wouldn’t want to miss your first Holi together, right?” Ram grabbed the clothes gratefully and began walking away but stopped at the last sentence.

“Also please cut your hair and shave your beard, you look horrible. Akka likes finely groomed men so much more, trust me.”

“Yeah right, she likes me anyway.” Ram grumbled, but still scratched his beard thoughtfully as he walked to shower. Maybe the kid wasn’t wrong after all.

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