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ATEĹ ve MERCAN - ARAFTA, 2.BĂślĂźm / 48.BĂślĂźm
"Who knows. Be open to surprises. Youâll have to wait until the wedding day to find out. Until then, donât make me mad, or I might run away from the wedding."

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Mohabbat ab use nhi hai uski
yaado se hai or yaade lauta nhi karte.
Something magical â¨
(we deserve to see them again in a show at this point đ)
NOT THE WAY THE CHEMISTRY IS STILL CHEMISTRY-ING AT 110% CAPACITY
Itâs adorable. I love theyâre dressed AS Arnav Khushi đ
Babua was struck! â¤ď¸
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The view is more beautiful up close, my dear.
Happy annniversary to my favourite couple
03 days to go
Five love languages ft. Laad Governor & Sanka Devi
Favourite IPKKND noncanon fanfics # 22
(1) False Impressions by Gargee & Bingala
(incomplete as of now, but worth reading)
(2) Salve by Anupama
An officer bogged down by his rough origins meets an unlikely accomplice
(3) The photographer by InvisibleSmile
(4) What's cooking by RTlicious
A culinary streak of the arshi magic! The author's expertise in cooking shines through each chapter~
(5) Red lighting by RTlicious
A cop and a prostitute meet for the night, but is there more to it than meets the eye?
(6) Maid in love! by RTlicious
A tale of pretence, tactics and love
(7) Bodyguard by RTlicious
The grey eyed stiff bodyguard must be distracted , and who better than KKG?
(8) Rogue agents by RTlicious
Parting ways are bittersweet, but rarely do they end up in a romp
(9) When I met you! by RTlicious
What happens when a series of confusion leads to an explosive love story?
(10) The learning curve by RTlicious
A parent teacher meeting turns into a ruckus, paving way for an endearing love story
Mrunal Thakur as Sita Mahalakshmi Dulquer Salmaan as Lieutenant Ram SITA RAMAM (2022) directed by Hanu Raghavapudi
They really are the cutest bunch BTS too
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The cast of Friends on a flight to Las Vegas in 1994 before the show premiered. The showâs director took them on the trip so they could bond more. He told them: âThis is your last shot at anonymity. Once the show comes on the air, you guys will never be able to go anywhere without being hounded.â
Click here if you had a bad day
Its safe to click âĄ
This kinda made my day. Felling a lot better now. Thanks for that. â¤ď¸
I was pretty sure I was gonna get rickrolled but I guess not
Safe to reblog! đâ¤
I donât know about anyone else, but some days this is what you need to hear. Keep moving forward, youâre strong and you are awesome! <3
This is lovely!
why is that exactly what i needed to hear?????
Itâs literally so relatable to me right now! Itâs what I needed! So thanks so much for that :)
Thanks I am going through a roller coaster of good days and bad days and this is what I needed
Zohra Sehgal, a South Asian actress par excellence, actually spoke multiple languages including Urdu, Hindi, English and German. She is one of the earliest international actresses who came from an aristocratic Muslim family in India. When her father insisted that she get married, she outright said, âI donât want to get married,ââ and announced that she might become a pilot. In 1917 she went to a boarding school in Lahore, after which, in 1930, she donned a burqa and set off for Europe by road â crossing Iran, Syria, Palestine and Egypt. She trained as a ballet dancer in Germany. Zohra was quite blunt when it came to expressing her opinions. She was an agnostic and defied all the stereotypes about a âMuslim girl from a traditional familyâ. She was unbelievably bold and confident and was known for her mischievous humor. She earned immense respect in British TV at a time when people were not accepting of âdiversityâ and even the Asian roles were played by white people. When she had first arrived in Britain, âit was such that if we were sitting in the bus, the British did not sit next to us. Unconsciously in the minds of white people, there was a hesitationâ. She defied cultural norms once more when she married her Hindu student eight years younger than her. She never felt welcomed in Lahore, so she left half her family in Pakistan after 1947 Partition and settled in Delhi where she taught a theater group. She raised her children on her own when her husband committed suicide at a young age. She was literally unstoppable and appeared consistently in British TV series like The Jewel in Crown, Mind Your Language and Doctor Who. She has acted in myriad Bollywood films and performed across Japan, Egypt, Europe and the US. She was a classical dancer, choreographer, cinema, theater and television actress whose career spanned over 8 decades. She was awarded Padma Shri and Padma Vibhushan, some of the highest civilian honors in India. She was a fighter all her life, she even defeated cancer. On her 100th birthday she said, âI want an electric cremation. I donât want any poems and fuss after that. And for heavenâs sake donât bring back the ashes. Flush them down the toilet if the crematorium refuses to keep them. If they tell you that I am dead, I want you to give a big laugh". Zohra aapa lived the life of a grand diva and passed away in 2014 at the age of 102.
âOh, my burqa was of lovely silk and I was so glad I made petticoats out of it!â
Zohra with her husband Kameshwar Sehgal in 1945.
âWhat actually makes brings out your beauty is the radiance of being content and you can only be content when you are employed in something you love.â
âYou see me now when I am old and ugly, in fact you should have seen me earlier â when I was young and ugly!â
Zohra at her 100th birthday was quietly humming âAbhi To Main Jawan Hoonâ (I am still young) by poet Hafeez Jullundhri, as she attacked the huge cake.
âLifeâs been tough but Iâve been tougher. I beat life at its own gameâ
What an amazing face! And an even more amazing woman!
What a life, what a woman!
I am so pleased that there are people who make these types of posts.
Thank you.
Favourite ipkknd non-canon fanfics â¤ď¸đş #18
(1) Salvation by Palaayan
https://seekingutopiablog.wordpress.com/salvation/
(2) Until we meet again by Palaayan
https://seekingutopiablog.wordpress.com/until-we-meet-again/
(3) Bucket list by Palaayan
https://drabblesoflove.wordpress.com/bucket-list/
 Hold my hand and lets travel across sands, seas and wilderness. When life has all but abandoned us, I will carry your soul to safety. A Fu
(4) Embers by Palaayan
https://drabblesoflove.wordpress.com/embers/
(5) Without you by Palaayan
https://drabblesoflove.wordpress.com/without-you/
(6) Just a TV star ! by AngelTeen
http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=3540087
(7) Intoxicated by arisai
https://intoxicatedbyarisai.wordpress.com/index/
(8) Swayamvar by chotidesi
https://swayamvarbychoti.wordpress.com/index/
(9) Do deewane by chotidesi
https://dodeewanebychoti.wordpress.com/index/
(10) Resistance by chotidesi
https://resistancebychoti.wordpress.com/about/
And thatâs exactly what this blog is for me- My Dreamland!
Just having a rough day, ugh đ

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In My Head(15)
@muttonthingsâ hereâs one more of the same kind. I hope you like it! :)
OS: Marham
The last 24 hours were nothing but chaotic. It was nothing short of a roller coaster in the lives of the Raizadas and Guptas. However, there was one person who had taken impact severely, agreeably more than anyone could understand.Â
It was Khushi.Â
Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. The name carried its burden alright.Â
From becoming one to almost being separated forever, the turn of events hadnât completely sunk in, until now.Â
Khushi stood by the poolside as her hands under the towel stopped midway upon remembering a whirlwind of moments. The last few months of her life played in front of her eyes at high speed.Â
Every moment spent in this room was nothing but living on the edge. With no certainty and a lost future every minute was a surprise.Â
As the wind blew in, the water droplets moved against her neck sending a chill down her spine. Remembering the nights spent by the pool, she couldnât help but feel shook at the journey from the cold tiles to the warm bed.Â
And the eventful day had only cemented that journey. A wave of emotions ran through her as a lone tear teased at the edge of her eye.Â
Khushi, absorbed in thoughts, didnât realize when the door unlocked and a surprised Arnav had stopped behind her.Â
Arnav didnât quite understand her sudden stillness. Last time he checked she was cheerful and excited for new beginnings. He placed her hand on her shoulder in an attempt to offer comfort. His touch unleashed the flow of tears threatening to spill. If Arnav was shocked he didnt let it show on his face, he raised his hand to wipe her tears, however stopped midway.Â
âAgar aap aaj na aatey toâÂ
She continued to stare outside.Â
Arnav felt a lump in his throat. His hands dropped with his shoulders and gaze.Â
He should have known. Expecting a happy Khushi despite all the build up was imprudent.Â
Her lips twitched, turning the smile he was so used to seeing into a frown. Arnav continued to stare at the towel in her hands. He heard her muffled sobs as the towel fell from her hands touching the cold marble floor. The state of her emotions, more evident in the moonlight.Â
She continued to sob as she repeated the same words. She stood like a stone and closed her eyes.Â
The possibilities flashed before her eyes. Not to mention a life of misery and humiliation.Â
âIâm sorryâ he whispered before she fell to the ground.Â
As if the strength in her only waited to hear those words before crashing.Â
âKhushi!â a hoarse whisper fled his lips.Â
He sat down holding her in his arms.Â
She relaxed a bit and turned to him.Â
âAgar aap aaj na ateyâŚto..to..mainâ she sobbed.Â
He knew full well where her fears stemmed from. The fear of abandonment yet again. The fear of rejection by the one person you have given your all to, for the second time.Â
âIm sorry Khushi, I am really sorryâÂ
He kept whispering words of apology, words of affirmations.Â
Not in a million years he could see this coming especially when things were going smooth, or so it seemed. But when did he have the time to live outside his head. It was always about his experiences, his mistakes and his feelings-his understanding of things not to forget his impulsive decisions. Amidst the chaos in his own life he completely forgot what she might be going through.Â
His own heart started to ache seeing her break, knowing somewhere he had caused it albeit unknowingly.Â
Arnav continued to stroke her back and hair. He hadnât realized when his own tears had started to fall, wetting her hair. Khushi looked up to see his wet lashes closed. Her heart ached to his tear stricken face, she hadnt meant to upset him.Â
Her hands rose and touched his cheeks on their own. Feeling the cold pad of her thumb Arnav opened his eyes.Â
He kissed her eyes.Â
âIâm sorryâ whispered again, for the nth time.Â
Tonight Arnav desperately wanted to kill the ruthless businessman-or rather the facade he had created, the one who didnât believe in apologizing. He realized the damage he had caused, in the last 24 hours alone. The tales of the past was another story.Â
It wasnât fair to her, for showing a fairytale one minute and punishing for the damage she hadnât caused the next. She had spread fragrance in his dull life, thatâs not how flowers were supposed to be treated. They required tenderness and utmost care. How could he let himself become part of the very crowd that he despised?Â
Khushi wiped his tears, it killed her to see him like this. He didnât manage to kill her love with his hatred, how could she not love him now. Arnav held her hand in his, he slowly grazed the pads of her fingers before tenderly kissing each tip.Â
He looked at the poolside then at her. The uncontrollable flow of tears wasnât enough to show his remorse. Arnav had not understood the weight of his actions, his words until now. How could he so carelessly make infinite promises with her, sealing their union and throw her on the edge only a few hours later?
He hated himself, more than he could ever put into his words. Something he couldnât say his tears did.Â
âIm sorryâ
He held her face between his palms.Â
âIm sorry tooâÂ
Khushi really felt for him. She couldnât hide her disturbance at almost losing him but at the same time understood his circumstances. He had not deserved what life threw at him. Not when he tried so hard to make amends.Â
âIm sorryâŚ.Im sorry main chala gaya thaâÂ
He closed his eyes and kissed her forehead.Â
Khushi moved closer and wiped his tears. She kissed his eyes as tears refused to stop in her own.Â
âIm sorryâŚtumhe eik baar phir chodne ke liyeâÂ
He looked in her eyes.Â
She cried, not being able to come to terms with his turmoil. The fear of separation is worse than separation itself. And just the thought of it had shook Khushi to her roots. She had sent a million thanks heavenward when Arnav had finally shown up.Â
Khushi was almost convinced, everything that could go wrong would go wrong. Her entire belief system had been crumbled with her had he not shown up. How everything had been reliant on his sole existence gave birth to a new fear.Â
She held him close, his fragrance minglinging in her sobs.Â
âIâm sorryâÂ
He spoke in her hair.Â
She looked up in his eyes, which were now flooded with remorse. Emotions he hadnât known existed hit him like a rock.Â
âKuch bhi hojaye ab nahi choodongaâ he answered the unspoken questions in her eyes.Â
âPromiseâÂ
He kissed her ever so tenderly, mending all the broken pieces that made them.Â