Haan Ki Haan? Meri To Haan Hai

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝑨𝑹𝑼𝑳𝑴𝑶𝒁𝑯𝑰 𝑽𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑵

• General • Romantic [both sfw and nsfw]

A/n : if you noticed the theme change being way to quick ignore it I have adhd my ass is too interested in too many things-

I - GENERAL

he is what we call lawful chaotic.

no seriously his ass invites more chaos it's way then the whole chola empire.

got in constant nonsense arguments with aditha as a kid and was babied by kundhavai.

he was PAMPERED like he was the prince AND the youngest so yeah he got away with a lot of stuff.

he is like infant- I mean he gets sleepy when he eats good, gets cranky if doesn't sleep much and is extremely sensitive to his surroundings.

expanding more on the last point he picks up on the things around him very quickly. something he learned in his early teens when there was underlying conflict between kundhavai and aditha because of nandhini.

he loved sweetness over spice.

has been close friends with vandiyadevan for as long as he can remember.

the amount of shenanigans these two used to pull I- lets just leave it at that.

is a GREAT swimmer like he is offical water sibling of the trio with aditha being the storm and kudhavai being the forest.

first time vanathi saw him was a teen arulmozhi coming to the surface of the water of the river in which vandiyadevan pushed him in during their playful banter.

has a special love for elephants.

he spends a lot of time with them whenever he can.

always has a dagger on him.

often seen as the sweet and gentle one by everyone which he is but that is until he is poked the wrong way.

most unforgiving of the chola siblings.

he was also really petty growing up.

has and still does fall asleep to the sound of sea waves.

sailing in the sea is his happy place.

not a very heavy sleeper but he falls asleep very easily.

has never "disobeyed" disobeyed his parents.

sometimes has a tough time saying no to people he cares about.

he prefers dressing in light and bright shades.

he is very VERY sensitive about his hair please don't touch them casually.

a very good diplomat.

II - ROMANTIC

SFW

makes the first subtle move.

sends letters and flowers anonymously.

courting rituals. planner coincidences.

makes flower crowns for them.

puts flower in their hair.

matching/complimentaing outfits.

sleeps as a big spoon.

NSFW

soft dom/service top.

he is gentle most of the time.

likes taking it slow so he can tease his partner.

loves leaving markes behind.

moans and groans.

loves his hair getting pulled.

sensitive thighs, neck and shoulder blades.

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This was just so.... comforting.... Thank you didi 💗

Tiffins and Talks

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Devaratha 'Deva'Raisaar x Priya Makhija (Original Character)

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Amma is busy with work and Priya takes it on herself to give tiffin to Deva. A oneshot requested by @myvarya

The narrow, dusty path leading to the mines was lined with tall trees, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. Priya clutched the steel tiffin box in her hands, its warmth seeping through her fingers. She had agreed to bring it to Deva Raisaar, the tall, brooding man who worked tirelessly at the mines. Amma, his mother, was running late today, and Priya, her favorite teacher, had been entrusted with the task.

As she approached the entrance to the mine, she spotted Deva standing alone, his tall frame silhouetted against the fading light. He was a man of few words, preferring the company of his thoughts to that of people. His dark eyes, deep-set and intense, seemed to always be looking beyond the present, searching for something.

“Deva,” Priya called out softly as she approached him, her voice hesitant but clear. She wasn’t sure how he would react to her presence. “Amma couldn’t make it today, so she asked me to bring your tiffin.”

Deva turned slowly, his eyes landing on her with a quiet intensity that made her heart skip a beat. For a moment, he said nothing, simply studying her as if trying to place her in his mental landscape. Then, with a nod, he stepped forward, his large hands reaching out to take the tiffin from her.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, the words almost lost in the sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

Priya smiled, though she wasn’t sure if he noticed. “Amma worries about you, you know. She says you don’t eat properly when you’re working.”

Deva looked down at the tiffin in his hands, his expression unreadable. “The work doesn’t leave much time for anything else.”

“You need to take care of yourself too,” Priya said gently. She didn’t know why she felt the need to say it, but there was something about Deva that made her want to reach out, to bridge the gap that seemed to surround him.

Deva met her gaze, his eyes searching hers for a moment. “It’s just easier this way,” he finally replied, his tone resigned.

Priya bit her lip, sensing the weight of his words. “But it doesn’t have to be. Sometimes... it’s okay to let someone in.”

Deva’s grip on the tiffin tightened slightly. He was silent for a long moment before he spoke again, his voice softer, almost hesitant. “And why would someone want to?”

Priya took a step closer, her eyes never leaving his. “Because everyone needs someone, Deva. Even you.”

The wind picked up, carrying the scent of earth and metal. Deva looked away, his jaw clenching as he absorbed her words. Priya wondered if she had overstepped, if she had said too much. But before she could apologize, Deva nodded again, a small, almost imperceptible movement.

“Maybe,” he said quietly, more to himself than to her.

Priya felt a small smile tug at the corners of her lips. She didn’t know if she had reached him, but she felt that, perhaps, she had planted a seed. “I’ll see you around, Deva,” she said, turning to leave.

“Priya.”

She paused, turning back to him, surprised to hear him call her by name.

“Thank you,” he said, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before he turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the mine.

Priya watched him go, a sense of quiet satisfaction settling over her. It was a small step, but maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of something more.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍!

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