#desi oc

Baby Nandini when she was small and little and decent like Pyaari the cat..

Kylo Ren x Princess!OC

SYPNOSIS :  A padwan, a princess and now the most feared man in the galaxy's wife. Aarzu has seen it all, from the poise of a princess to the patience of a jedi she had mastered it all… well except  for one thing. Becoming the wife of Kylo Ren, the commander of the First order, the man who unbeknownst to her has been waiting for this moment his entire life, to see the girl who once saw behind the Skywalker name and saw Ben, the only one who didn't want a legend but a friend instead. Only now she doesn't recognize the man standing before her, clad in darkness, and he can't stand it.

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, arranged marriage, forced proximity, Kylo Ren has issues (nothing too hard), Character Death,OC’s dad is horrible, Childhood Abuse, Mentions of suicide, Snoke, Injuries, Gore, Violent Deaths, Enemies to Lovers trope (if u really need a warning for that), Eventual Smut, Imprisonment, unhealthy coping mechanisms, Fem!Reader.

A/N: First of all i'd like to preface this is a series with more chapters to come!! Second i want to say i've tried my best to capture kylo ren but if i mess up please forgive me, and ofcourse thank you to anyone who took time out their day to read this! i really hope you like this story as much as i loved writing it, (ps second chapter will come soon!)

Also posted on AO3 ↳ https://archiveofourown.org/works/82478636

When i was a child my mother used to tell me to Not lose my heart, no matter where I was, no matter how hard the world tried to change me. To coerce me into accepting anything other than what I wanted, I'm glad she wasn't here today. Today, where I stand at the altar about to meet my doom, my husband, Kylo Ren.

I fix my dress, smoothening out the lace edges of my bell like sleeves, anything to get my mind off what was about to happen. A Week. It had been a week since I returned home to my kingdom, my planet, my dorne. After 20 years of training to be a jedi by My Master, Mace Windu, the last thing I was expecting was a grand welcome but neither was I expecting to be married off as soon as My Despicable father could secure a profitable enough match. I’m snapped out of my thoughts when the doors open to reveal my Soon-to-be Husband,it seems he is as excited as me about our impending nuptials, not that i could tell with that chunk of metal he calls a mask on his face, but something told me he wasn't exactly thrilled to be getting married to a girl he met last week either. He was clad in dark robes, as he usually was, I quickly learned he didn't take a particular interest in colours. Or anything joyful for that matter.

The officiant quickly cleared his throat, even though he seemed to be uncomfortable in the presence of the 6 foot 3 inch man beside me at the moment. Fear seemed to be a common factor when it came to Ren.  Fear, Anger and Envy were his elements. Whoever met him was either scared of him, hated him or wanted to be him; there was no in between, but the question was: Which one was I?

‘Before we commence with the ceremony, Anyone who wishes to object this union shall speak now or forever hold your peace’ The Officiants voice broke through the silence and left me hoping that someone anyone would object, deep down I knew no one would be foolish enough to try and stop Ren, after a silence that seemed to last forever and momentarily at the same time passed, the ceremony started.

‘Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to witness the union of Saiyaara Devraj, Princess of Dorne, Daughter to King Devraj and the late Queen Aniya and Kylo Ren, Warlord of the First Order and commander of the knights of Ren’ As he spoke, I tried my hardest to pay attention to the words that left his mouth. The mention of my mother's name made me tense. I wondered how she would feel about this disaster that had fallen upon me, while I mostly knew she wouldn't be as ecstatic as my father was over the fact that I was his burden no more, a small part of me felt she would have expected this of him, of my future. The officiant turned to me after he was done blathering, his face holding no emotion whatsoever; it seemed like my betrothed, he was eager to get this over with, and that was one wish I'd happily oblige.

‘I, Saiyaara of Dorne,’ i started repeating the officiants words slowly, carefully as if one mistake would get me killed, voice firm, body tense as i looked up into his mask,it was the closest thing to his face, ‘Take thee, Kylo Ren, to be my lawfully wedded husband, in health and in sickness, in wealth and in poverty, till death do us part.” and with those words i had sealed my imminent fate, i was the first order’s property now, not my fathers, going from one cruel bastard to another, my life it seemed had a pattern. I watched as Ren spoke the same words—the same vow, even though we both knew we had no intention of keeping it, the words came out of his mask; mechanical, muffled and without nary a hint of emotion, I blanked out for the rest of the evening. 

After the disgustingly lavish afterparty, which neither Ren nor I had any interest in, we alongside the stormtroopers, headed back to the ship. I was still in the long, lacy wedding dress, but that was the least of my worries. The Most of them, though, was that I and he were being escorted separately, shouldn't we have gone together? Why was I being taken by a whole fleet of officers who no doubt probably had something better to do? That was one of the more bigger concerns, looking around, it seemed we were headed towards the Star Destroyer, the First Order's mode of transportation, and terror. 

Boarding the ship I realized one thing, or many things I would say,  the realisation that i was married now, that i was someone's wife hit me like a truck, this wasn't fantasy or a dream, i was here in the first orders ship not as a prisoner as i would have expected months ago but as their new lady of the ship, it was nauseating thought for sure. 

When I least expected the giant, I called my husband, stood right next to me, appearing out of nowhere. It had looked as if he had been aboard the ship way before me; he had a whole other fleet of first order generals behind him, along with more stormtroopers. How many of these things did they have? He was still clad in the same attire as he was before, his mask and robe bellowing behind him.

Suddenly, a woman, wearing the first orders uniform, stood in front of me, it seemed she was dornish, she was tall as i was making her around to be 5’5, her skin was brown like mine only duskier, her eyes lined with kajol, her nose pointed and sharp, she was beautiful no doubt of it, but who was she?  Before I got the chance to speak up, Ren beat me to it.

“From today forward, Kalyani will be attending to you, should you need anything. For now, though, I suggest you retire to bed. We have a long journey ahead” With that, he walked off, not sparing another glance toward our direction.

“If you're wondering if he's always like that, the answer is yes, My Lady”, the woman—Kalyani, spoke up behind, so she was to be my lady's maid, huh? I could live with that, atleast she spoke her mind rather than brooding and avoiding me. I smiled politely, shaking my head, amused or seeming to be.

“I am not surprised to say the least, but never mind him, I am exhausted from the festivities of the day. Would you be kind enough to tell me where my room is?” I asked, looking around , I could not make heads or tails of the large ship. It would for sure take some time getting used to all this.

Kalayni simply smiled and gestured to follow her, walking along the corridors that seemed to stretch on forever.

The room itself wasn't all that gloomy, but then of course I was used to the surroundings of a cave or a cheap tavern, the more and more I think of it, sometimes I seemed less princess more peasant, the thought made a smile appear across my face.

I ran my fingers along the white polished marble, looking around the room was exactly like the rest of the ship. Cold and Soulless, pretty and organised yes– but all together soulless, it was sure not a home but a house. The walls were made of the same cold marble and the decor was made of linen. It was quite accommodating;I turned to Kalayni wanting to thank her.

‘Thank you for the tour—and the company’ I smiled warmly, placing my hand lightly on her shoulder to quietly say that I appreciated it, because I did.

‘Your most welcome my lady’ she returned my sentiment of a smile and spoke again ‘If you ever need anything be it assistance or Counsel or even a listening ear, feel free to call for me anytime’ she offered, exiting the room swiftly afterwards; leaving me alone with my thoughts once again. I plopped down on the plush sofa, finally free to unwind and process this long long day. Looking down at the ring that had a rock as big as a large grape, this didn't feel like it was real yet somehow it was.

After an hour of simply sitting in silence I decided to get up and get out of this ridiculously lacy dress, checking the closet, half praying and half wondering if there clothes in the walk-in closet. To my surprise and relief the close was filled with various articles of clothing, mostly neutral tones and black but i was starting to get accustomed to this theme, grabbing a pair of sweat pants and a black sweater i head to the refresher to wash the days exhaustion off

A/N: ANDD THATS A WRAPPP feel free to reblog and comment for a cookie and chance to hug kylo ren!

Sometimes I forget that no one knows about my Desi Lesbian OCs because I never post them, make art of them or even write short head canons for fun.

Like I can't talk about it with my friends (because I'm an introvert) I can't talk about it with my sister like other things (because she doesn't like romance at all) and I can't even post anything because my fanart is kinda old, I'm scared about my writing being criticized and lowkey people love BL way more than GL.

So they're just sitting in my head marinating and slowly decaying the more I do nothing with them.

i love making indian ocs, meet Jinid! She's an Indian Eagle-Owl from Odisha!

Raging Falcon...

Kamal Rai x OC x Christian De Clare

Delusional Ratan Vaish x OC x Christian De Clare.

Part 05

'While Ratan tries to demand for Sakshi's hand, Maa Kali comes herself and rejects his hand for her. Kamal reminisces his past with Sakshi.'

Previous part link

Divider credits: @angeliicide

CW: mentions of blood, implied mention of cheating.

Sakshi face reveal in the end!

"Kumari Sakshipriya Sharma is my bride to be." Ratan declared to everyone present but then to Sakshi, he whispered "Mama Śaktiḥ..."

Sakshi's smile vanished, the look of anger formed on her face. She became grim and wanted to sink her claws into this audacious demi-god.

"What do you think you're doing Mahadeva?" She asked him angrily, "How dare you declare a lie?"

"A lie?" Ratan asked before taking her hand in his, letting his energy dance with hers. "Mahadevi, I just want to bring you back to the temple...why are you overreacting?"

Seeing that this was something beyond his guests, Christian ended the gathering immediately, sending home the British aristocrats and keeping only the high ranking Dozen nobles.

Vidya was smirking. If Ratan proves his claim true then Sakshi cannot challenge Deviya as she, like him, won't be able to interfere in mortal affairs any longer.

"Rita-Shiv, can you explain what is going on?" Ram asked as he was confused as well.

Of all his visions, this was one the brahmin never saw for tonight, so what really happened to Ratan in the last 20 minutes for him to announce such a thing?

Ratan smiled.

"Lord De Clare wouldn't believe this but..." The demigod trailed off and smiled. "I was visited by Shivaya himself...his skin was smeared with ash, the Ganges flowed in his mattered locks...Ram you should have seen him." He spoke towards the end in awe.

"Get to the point." Sakshi couldn't help but snap as she felt her older rage returning tenfold. She felt like tearing him apart.

Ratan turned to her and knelt.

"Shivaya said that within you lies my Shakti, my Rita-Shakti...you can marry no one besides me Sakshipriya as it would be an insult to Mahadev and Mahadevi's bond."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Kamal thundered. As he did, Sakshi was surprised. Why was this 'thing' standing for her?

"Even if Sakshi wasn't Rita-Shakti, I would have refused." The bear continued, "Her alliance with me may have been broken off but, I will not allow even the divine to barter her like cattle."

"Kamal Rai! Watch your tongue!" Ram thundered but was silenced when Kamal raised his hand. "No one disrespects Miss Sharma or Lady Sharma in my presence, not even a Demi-god."

Sakshi grit her teeth. As thankful as she was that Kamal stood up for her, she was still angry at him and Deviya.

Ratan grimaced. "Very well then but remember, Sakshi cannot wed anyone but me. If she does, a fate worse than death awaits whoever she weds."

Saying that, the Demi-god turned to leave.

Until....

"You cannot change the fate I have written for my Sakshi!... You're not even a shred of Mahadev! Even he knows better than contradict what I have planned!" A distorted voice came from within Sakshi.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were red and bloodshot, her skin darkened. Her hair came unbound and wild.

Ram screamed and clutched his left eye. He alone knew who was speaking through Sakshi now. It was not the naagin of the Dozen anymore.

It was her...

"Amma Shamshan Kali-ma..." He murmured as he tugged off his eyepatch and gazed upon her.

His left bled as she glared at him then turned her attention to Ratan. She was angry and her presence tortured the brahmin, forcing him to see the bhootb and pretas that followed her here.

Ratan felt fear now. This was not how Rita-Shakti supposed to feel. She was supposed to be kind and nurturing as Parvati, not so full of rage.

"I will not let a cowardly demigod who only favors the nobility marry Sakshipriya!" Shamshan Kali declared loudly through her vessel. "And if anyone challenges me then here..."

Shamshan Kali's energy came out of Sakshi's body, Christian caught his beloved's body before she fell backwards.

The Rita-Shakti energy came out of Sakshi next and landed on Shamshan Kali's palm. "Rita-Shiv will never have a Rita-Shakti!"

Yet just as the goddess was going to crush the energy orb, Amrita came to her feet and held her feet, a brass urn of dhaar and milk sat beside her.

"Mother please....please calm down." She asked as she touched the raging goddess's feet. The deity looked at the brass urn then to Amrita.

The girl understood. She turned the urn for the goddess then dropped a little at her feet and the rest? Amrita was far too short to drop it on Shamshan Kali. The goddess smiled now. Her maya lifted the urn out Amrita's hands and let the milk-dhaar pour over her.

Amrita took her blessings with a sweet smile on her face. Radha grimaced from afar.

"My sweet girl...your fate was the worst one written here..." The goddess spoke gently to Amrita once she became calm before gazing with pure hatred to Raj and Radha.

"2 altars and one brahmin who breaks his oath to both...those who have cheated you will pay.." Shamshan Kali blessed Amrita before turning to all in the Dozen.

"My presence will remain in Sakshipriya and the generation after her... Rita-Shakti will be born only from Sakshipriya's bloodline..."

She stopped then gazed at Christian and an unconscious Sakshi.

"Take care of my daughter..."

The goddess and the orb of Rita-Shakti energy returned to Sakshi, causing the younger heiress to jerk awake. Christian lays her on the couch with a gentleness no one saw before. The members of the Dozen looked on in shock.

Ram held a handkerchief to his left eye as the blood kept pouring from it. Ratan left, gravely insulted by everything that happened.

He simply wanted to aid Sandhya. He didn't want his Shakti to disrupt an aatman's purpose in Samsara. His want has caused him to lose his Shakti for 2 full generations worth of time.

Sakshi on the other hand had no recollection of Shamshan Kali's trance upon her. "What happened?" She asked before whimpering. The world was spinning for her, and beneath her skin was a uncomfortable feeling.

"Nothing has happened my love... Nothing besides your goddess blessing us and Amrita..." Christian answered to his beloved. He places a kiss to her forehead. "Thank god you're okay."

Amrita came to Sakshi's side.

"You should sleep dhidhi...Tian and I will handle everything."

Trusting the younger ones words, Sakshi let herself rest. Once she did, that was when Amrita and Christian both looked at each other and straightened up.

"An interesting short-lived alliance?" He murmured. She smiled and shook her head in agreement.

They both turn to the Dozen.

Kamal noticed a glint in his sister's eyes, a cold glint that was enough to tell him who gave her tutelage.

"Mr Vaish, your marriage proposal to Sakshi dhidhi is denied not only by my brother, but by Mahakali herself." Amrita began firmly then let Christian speak.

"None of you all have right over my Priya..." Christian continued to everyone present, "She is her own person...she can do as she likes and now, her groom is me."

Vidya, who was silent the whole time, stepped forward and spoke sternly like the sharpness of steel first to Amrita.

"You aren't Lady Doobay yet, you cannot make decisions for the Dozen like that." Then she spoke to Christian, "No one owns your betrothed, in fact I bless this union."

The maharani then turned to the shocked members of the Dozen. They were all surprised that she blessed this union. Wasn't she rooting for Deviya?

But in truth, Vidya would always take the side which the Dark mother favoured and if Sakshi marrying Christian was the right side? so be it.

"Tonight was eventful, we will all meet tomorrow at my estate and discuss further. I am exhausted now." Vidya announced and motioned for her young lionesses to follow her.

Saraswati and Radha follow her out, Radha shoots Amrita a cold glare as she leaves, a gentle touch to Raj's hand on her way out.

Amrita doesn't react, she instead turns to Kamal. "I'll stay here with Sakshi-dhidhi, Take Deviya home."

Kamal snorts like a disgruntled bull rather than a bear.

"You haven't grown enough to boss me around." He then flicks Amrita's forehead before turning to Lord De Clare. "I will be taking Miss Sharma to her home. She is unmarried and it wouldn't be wise if she stays her by you."

Christian scoffed.

"It wouldn't be wise?" He repeats Kamal's words, as if mocking the irony, "Fine...but when she wakes and performs a tandav on you all, do not call me to quell her wrath."

Kamal ignored Christian's warning and gently lifted Sakshi up from the couch. Deviya, who was a silent observer to all this, watched on in jealousy.

Her man was carrying her sister. The sister who wasn't even hers by blood, just a bastard their parents found years ago.

She grit her teeth so hard, it hurt.

"You stole my backing and now, you're in my man's arms. What's next?"

"I'll have to take extreme measures to secure what is mine." She murmured to herself in anger.

Kamal on the other hand kept his gaze on Sakshi's sleeping face. He suddenly remembered the days he was her betrothed...

(A year ago)

Kamal laid beside Sakshi as she slept in his arms during their canoe ride over the river, a small surprise he had planned for her so she could relax.

She spent all her free time worrying and fussing over him, it was only fair he treated her too.

So he planned this trip with her to the Himalayas. Everything was going well so far. The food was perfect, their walks were calm. This was the highlight. His saahiba asleep in his arms.

"You're staring too hard Rai-saahib.." Sakshi whispered to him sleepily. Her eyes slowly opened, revealing her dark brown orbs. She smiles at him. "Stare any harder and we'll have an heir in 9 months time."

Kamal chuckled, a low vibrating sound in his chest. "Sharma-saahiba, I would mind having heir with you..." He whispers back to his betrothed. "Married or not, I'm sure we can make this canoe ride a bit interesting..."

He lifts her pallu off her shoulder, revealing the expanse of her coffee toned skin. Sakshi shivered and blushed. She didn't stop him. He didn't want to stop either.

He laid kisses down her neck, his beard tickled and poked her skin. Sakshi whimpers as he does. He reaches her collarbone. Just as he was going to bite down, intending to leave his mark upon her, she giggled and pushed him away.

"Shave, then I'll let you do more. Your beard tickles and pokes me." She laughed out and yet, she kissed him on his cheek. Kamal sighed begrudgingly.

"As you say my saahiba..." He murmured as he neatened her up and her close to his heart.

Kamal wondered to himself, "How could I throw away such a woman?...She stood with me through thick and thin. Now she has the dark mother herself speaking through her..."

He paused and gazed upon Sakshi's sleeping form again. "I am sorry my saahiba..."

I loved writing this. Shout out to @laurathecunt because of you I found a way to end this chapter 🤗.

And now the face reveal:

This is who Sakshi was inspired from. Anushka Shetty in her role of Arundhati.🥺💕✨

Stay tuned for more updates.

Love y'all.

the face claims could be ahaan and aneet. not super sure about the fem oc being desi but you see, i've published desi reader fics and they barely get any engagement compared to other ones because the desi community is small.