ăťď˝Ą [ RANVEER SINGH . CISGENDER MAN . HE/THEY/SHE ] - ROHAN WADHWANI was blasting MOON RIVER BY ANDY WILLIAMS on the sidewalk in austin today . according to other atx residents , the THIRTY-SIX year old WEDDING PLANNER @ DILWALE has been given a reputation of being OSTENTATIOUS , but also STRATEGIC . [ REUSABLE STANLEY CUPS WITH THE PROTEIN SHAKE MIX FOR THE DAY â YOU'RE TRYING OUT A NEW PRODUCT TO MAXIMISE YOUR GAINS AND YOU'RE STILL NOT SURE IF YOU SHOULD JUST GO BACK TO THE PREVIOUS RECIPE; NEON SCRUNCHIES ON YOUR WRIST: THE ONLY WAY TO TAME YOUR LONG HAIR DOING YOUR DAILY RUNS TO ACHIEVE YOUR DAILY GOAL OF 15K STEPS A DAY; AND UNABASHED, UNRESTRAINED EARNESTNESS: INNOCENCE BORNE NOT FROM THE ABSENCE OF HURT BUT DESPITE THE ABUNDANCE OF IT. ]
NAME: rohan wadhwani NICKNAME: rohan AGE: thirty-six PLACE OF BIRTH: mumbai, maharashtra, india NATIONALITY: indian DATE OF BIRTH: 22 oct 1987 GENDER: cisgender man PRONOUNS: he/they/she ORIENTATION: itâs complicated  RELIGION: hinduism ( shaiva ) PARENTS: prakash wadhwani ( costume designer, fashion designer ) & alia wadhwani nĂŠe advani ( playback singer, composer ) SIBLINGS: n/a LANGUAGES: hindi, english, urdu ( fluent ) spanish, french ( conversational ) sindhi ( learning ) EDUCATION: bombay scottish school, bennington college ( anthropology ) OCCUPATION:  wedding planner @ dilwale HOBBIES: scrapbooking, travelling, writing, photography, running
PERSONALITY.
MBTI. enfj-t ENNEAGRAM. 9w1 INSTINCT. sp/sx TEMPERAMENT. choleric MORAL ALIGNMENT. chaotic neutral CHARACTER INSPO. connor roy, succession / laenor velaryon, house of the dragon / aventurine, honkai: star rail / tartaglia, genshin impact
strategic, charming, earnest, quick-witted.
ostentatious, temperamental, hypersensitive, iconoclastic.
SNAPSHOT.
ask anyone, and theyâll tell you mixing with rohan wadhwani is just asking for trouble. then theyâll tell you, all abashed, that they donât mean it that way. but if they donât mean it that way, then what way do they mean? here, the answers get all muddled up: heâs too much, too loud, too in-your-face; heâs a cheapskate who fleeces you for everything youâve got, but boy, does he know how to throw a party; heâs gonna make you comfortable and make you feel like youâve known him for ages when you just met him an hour ago; he cries easily, laughs easily, drinks easily, goes down easily; heâll pull you in for a three-day bender and leave you waking up somewhere in berlin all alone with a text telling you heâs sorry, but heâs got a deadline and he doesnât have the time to take care of you. heâs your friend, but heâs not; he wants to be, but he doesnât allow himself to be â not that, of course, anybody knows that last bit.
BIOGRAPHY.
tl;dr if youâre raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. you will find him even when he is not there.
aka connor roy as an only child
cw for unhealthy family dynamics, suicidal ideation
in your memories, looking back, thereâs always a boy: exuberance incarnate, all youthful passion, maybe good-looking â or maybe not â but all heart. the boy laughs freely, cries freely, wears his heart on his sleeve and will suffer for it, will end up being carved from the inside out, will end up as hollow meatsuit of flesh: a curse, perhaps, or a giftâŚÂ or perhaps youâre getting ahead of yourself.
since youâre getting ahead of yourself, it must be now acknowledged: the boy is you. you do not like to think it, like to think instead that the boy is dead and gone. the boy is a metaphor, you tell yourself, is something literary and spectral and fake. the boy is something performative: you learned the word when you were coming out of your chrysalis stage â you like to think yourself as having a chrysalis stage â and into your own. Â
you had been many things. you could have been many things. there had been a writer inside of you, but his words had dried up; a movie star haunted your future, but you could not let anotherâs story course through you when you were still figuring out your own; a painter did not know what to paint; a photographer did not know what to capture. this, your perennial failing: you knew what you wanted out of life; this, your gift to yourself: you knew that you didn't have the stomach for it.
your papa tells you to make something out of your life and you understand what he means; your ma tells you that your papa doesnât mean it like that, but youâve read this story before and you know how it ends. or you donât. you kid yourself into thinking you know how it ends. in your memories, thereâs a boy haunted by another boy and heâs telling you a story youâve convinced yourself youâve forgotten the words of; narratives like once when i grow up, iâll be far away but also when iâm dead, theyâll say this at my funeral.
you thought about death a lot. this is not to be morbid; this is to be selfish: you imagined your death and imagined people crying sobbing despairing saying he was gone too soon and you felt a sick pleasure at the image. theyâll be sorry, you thought â but what do they have to be sorry for? poor little rich boy, given everything he ever wanted: your tragedy is something you once whispered to yourself when you went to sleep and thought about never waking. theyâll be sorry, you thought â and never once thought iâll be sorry.
your coworkers tell you be serious and you tell them i am wild. not even your own words, but that of another: youâre trying to be something you canât be â original, expressive â and everything else is collateral damage. you tell your clients that youâll make their events the greatest story ever told, and you mean it but you donât. there are no more great events; nothing ever happens. history is a storybook thatâs being narrated from the other room, but this room is nothing, and youâre nobody. you make plans. you craft scenes. you manufacture happiness and sell dreams. thatâs what you do. thatâs what you are. the purpose of a system is what it does, and youâre just a cog in the machine. Â
but â and this is so important that you dare not even think it, not even during the nights when youâre alone and you feel the rest of your life yawn in front of you like the valley of death â in your memories, there once was a boy. heâs still there. you like to pretend heâs not. if you listen very, very carefully, you think you can hear the echo of his cries through the thrumming of your pulse. you wake up the next morning with bags under your eyes. youâve learnt to be great with make-up over the years, you and your mother: memories bleed into the present, and you know how this story ends, but you donât. you caught a flight to somewhere halfway over the world, and places change, but youâre still you.
( a truth realised when your nights turned into mornings, your body clock still all messed up despite the passing of the years, or maybe not your body clock, but something else, something more instinctual: you can never escape yourself. )
in your memories, looking back, there once was a boy who thought that if he could just play the role for long enough, he might end up convincing even himself.
are you?
WANTED CONNECTIONS.
clients. people heâs planned / coordinated events for; mostly weddings, but dilwaleâs branched out into other kinds of celebrations in the recent past
party buddies. he probably bailed out on your muse more than once, but just when you think youâre sick of him, they pull you back in; will never be the designated driver, has never nursed your museâs hangover, but they always know where the hot things are happening
gym buddies. shockingly dependable, which is a surprise â never skips leg day ever, but never makes your muse push themself too far either
travel buddies. sometimes the events he coordinates are destination weddings, and heâs more than happy to have your muse tag along with them; outside of their job, they also literally just travel a lot: however, think backpacker grizzly nature safari wildlife reserve kinda beat instead of anything chic and luxurious
a fun time. rohanâs always down for a fun time with no strings attached, and they actually like having That⢠kind of reputation so theyâre always more than down for some foolinâ around
itâs complicated. someone they actually talked, like. Real Deep Shit with only to get embarrassed about it afterwards. theyâre not actively trying to avoid your muse, but the dynamic hasnât been the same since that moment.
frequent coordinators. one doesnât become the premier choice for planning weddings without dependable business relationships: rohanâs established a trusty partnership with your muse and theyâve made a lot of money together through their partnership!
