My Mind Only Plays This Song When He Is Infront Of My Sight, Singing... (I Know I Am Cooked )

My mind only plays this song when he is infront of my sight, singing... (I know I am cooked 🍚)

Me: Chat how cooked am I?

Chat: bitch you thought about him while listening to-

Lalalalalalala

@ahamasmiyodhah @tumharisakhi @ranisingsnew @ulaganayagi @mahi-wayy @mayakimayahai @warnermeadowsgirl

Where tf should I watch ponniyin selvan for free?!

And It was crazy how Naaga Ashwin did the parallels, during vasudev was escape from the dungeons with lord krishn, the Yamuna raised up to make way for the lord,while sheshanaag protected both of them. while in this scene he used fire, while SUM-80 is escaping with lord kalki inside her womb....

"Sach aur bharose ka koi rishta nhi hai Veeran. Samay aayega, tum khudh dekhoge. Ye kahaniya sach hongi, Bhagwaan aayenge."

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!

Just drop in my Asks for them ❤️.

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Unfortunately she is not the only one.