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Pairing : Feluda (Pradosh C. Mitter) x female!reader Genre : fluffy , suggestive i guess ( there's just a lot of tension and flirting ) Warnings : illusion to past criminal activity , reader is female bodied , suggestive tone …it's pretty mild to be honest Summary : you and feluda end up going to the same place for the summer and find out that your families are extremely close . What's the worst that could happen…right ? Author's note : woahhh this was a long time coming….but it's here so dw…and this is also like me dipping my toes into this genre of writing…there isn't gonna be a detective thriller sub plot (I'm not that skilled) it might allude to some mystery solving so yeah …. Hopefully you guys like it….also this is a continuation of a short wip I put out like ages ago….

At around 9:45 a.m., I waited patiently sipping on a cup of tea. Y/n di was dangerously punctual , a trait I’d noticed in Feluda too . As for Feluda, he was doing his morning stretches in his room . It always amazed me how flexible he was. 

The bell rang at exactly 9:59 a.m. and I immediately ran to open the door . Y/n di was wearing a black cotton saree with a red and white patterned border, a small leather handbag was on her shoulders and black glasses around her intelligent eyes. She was new to our neighborhood, having moved to Calcutta from her previous job in Delhi just last year. She was 25 (a year younger than Feluda) and worked as an attorney at Fox and Mandal and gave me private lessons in history and geography on Saturdays and Sundays . 

“Goodmorning Tapesh!” , she said in a surprisingly cheery voice as she opened her shoes and stepped inside the house . “tumi amake topshe bole dakte paro jano to (You do know that you can call me Topshe) ” I replied , closing the doors. “tui porikkha e bhalo score pele ami definitely dakbo (If you score well in your exams I definitely will)” she replied with a wide smile on her face. I couldn't really discern her sudden chirpiness , maybe she got a promotion at work? 

She started her lesson by opening my history book to a chapter on the sepoy mutiny and continuing from where we left off last week . 

It was a very hot and humid day , typical of April in Calcutta . My mind kept drifting away from the sepoy mutiny to wondering where we would be going for the summer holidays . Baba usually takes us on a week-long trip during my summer holidays . 

“Goromer chuti kache asche jani kintu tao tor porikkha dewa shesh korte hobe Tapesh (I know your summer holidays are close but you have exams to finish Tapesh)” y/n di exclaimed waking me from my daydreams . “tumi ki kore..? (How did you…?)” my eyes widened as I spoke. 

“ I’m sure uni dekhte peyechen tui dining table er upor rakha travel brochures er dike takiye chillish Topshe (I’m sure she must have seen you staring at the travel brochures kept on the dining table Topshe) ” an voice I was too familiar with spoke to me in the mocking tone . 

It is shubhodrishti (where the bride moves the paan leaves away from her face and the couple meet eyes for the first time)

Rukmini's POV

She was dying to remove the paan leaves and lay her eyes on her Ghanshyam. It was finally time. But a strange shyness overtook her...almost a reverent shyness. She was about to look at Krishna, her Krishna. She demurely looked at his face and the entire universe surrounding her seemed to grind to a halt. He truly was Bhuvansundar. His eyes were like young lotus buds drenched in fresh dew. Kalboishakhi clouds seemed to form his skin. The entire cosmos had condensed to form his divine darkness. And the chandan dots on his forehead looked like gleaming stars in the night sky. His soft locks of hair framed his face beautifully. And his topor made him look so regal. Her heart longed to hear her name come forth from his honeyed lips. She could not keep the tears away from her eyes and neither the joyous smile from her face. She realised that he was looking at her just as fixedly as she was. His smile in her direction felt like the cool breeze that used to play through her hair in Vaikunth.

Krishna's POV

part 1

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