#userbhargavi

"so it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love."

you are a doctor. you know the names of every single bone in mohan’s body and of all the muscles that make up devi’s smile, you know her genes better than anyone else—you carried her below (and in) your heart for nine months (forever). you are a doctor, and you could not save your husband. 

it is in the dead of night that you blame yourself, and you do wonder why devi doesn’t blame you. you could not save him, you could not save him, and you still think about how you would have saved him. you need him, like you need air to breathe, like a compass needs a north pole, and now that mohan is gone, you are the compass point, spinning in circles, looking for something to ground yourself to.

you wake up in a cold, empty bed, and reach for his hand. you never stop hoping it will appear. 

(perhaps this whole time, you have been reaching for the wrong hand)

nhie characters + names

the best relationship trope is...

happy happy birthday, my beloved bhargavi!

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Never Have I Ever

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Kamala/Manish Kulkarni

Characters: Kamala (Never Have I Ever), Manish Kulkarni, Devi Vishwakumar

Additional Tags: aka the kamala pros and cons story, listen you cant tell me this wouldnt happen, also i love kamala, this fic is short and messy but i enjoyed writing it and i want more kamala appreciation, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Kissing, i love kamala and manish so bad

Summary: “Anyway, what’s going on with you and amma? Wait, can I guess?”

“Devi—”

“—Did you tell Prashant’s family you like tater tots?” Devi asks. “Oh, oh! You let slip that you had a weird CalTech boyfriend.”

“It’s a lot worse than that,” Kamala says, “a lot, a lot worse.”

“Did you tell his parents that you’ve had premarital sex?” Devi says, eyes wide. “Because that’s honestly the worst thing I can think of.”

“I left the dinner with his parents to go to your high school and see Manish and sing karaoke without telling anyone,” she says, her stomach erupting with nerves. She waits for Devi to scream, or throw up, whatever overexaggerated reaction she has waiting underneath her skin.

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