desi adam hcs
his name’s adam because he’s an nri(non residential indian) and all nris are big white weebs, so his parents thought it would be “good for him“ if he had a white name that whites could pronounce.
he’s bengali but he doesnt know bengali at all. the only word he knows is mach, which means fish, and its hindi word is machli so...
also, you’re literally not bengali unless you can recognize the word fish in at least 20 different languages.
adam’s watched every single khan movie from the 2000s, like every other indian kid and when his 15 yo cringy romcom loving ass watched dilwale dulhania le jayenge he cried and obviously knew every song by heart.
adam in class, singing softly: ~Tujhe dekha toh yeh jaana sanam || Pyaar hota hai deewana sanam || Ab yaha se kaha jaye, hum || Teri bahon mein mar jaye hum~
shiro, who has a huge crush on adam and just needs an excuse to talk to him: that sounds nice. you have a really nice voice.
adam, blushing:
shiro, also blushing:
shiro, trying to make his pining ass less obvious: btw, what does it mean?
adam:
adam:
shiro:
adam: haha it’s in punjabi. i don’t know.
its in basic elementary hindi btw and its one of the sappiest most romantic songs ever.
when he first takes shiro and keith to india the first time its wild (its also their last time, Shiro's to terrified to go there again).
on their first day, everyone adam knew in india was there to greet them. his extended family, his relatives, his neighbors, his long lost family members. their house was so full people barely had place to move.
it didnt help that shiro was famous. he was the face of the garrison and all the children knew him. he had children attached to his arms for days. the smallest of them all, a 1 yo named aliya, gets oddly attached to keith. the baby’s adorable, but keith doesn’t know what to do with it.
aliya: *comes and stands in front of keith*
keith: *awkwardly smiles at her*
aliya: *bursts out crying and runs away*
keith: ????
aliya: *comes up to keith and stands in front of him again*
adam: i think she wants to to carry her.
keith, scrunching his face up in confusion: but why is she crying?
adam: you smiled at her.
keith: so?
adam, not having the heart to tell keith his forced smile looks hideous: maybe try smiling at her more - naturally.
keith: what do you mean?
adam: i mean stop acting so fucking emo all the time, your act’s frightening a baby.
keith, deadpanning with narrowed eyes: what act?
he eventually gives up and picks her up. she’s quiet at first but then she slaps him. he stares at her with his eyes wide open and she giggles and slaps him again.
keith: adam, she’s hitting me!
adam: i told you to smile at her properly, stop glaring at her.
keith, whining: but she’s laughing!
keith turns back to her and glares at her. she stares back at him, her thumb in her mouth. when keith opens his mouth to speak, she pulls her thumb out of her mouth stabs her drool-covered thumb in his eyes.
keith, dropping her immediately, with tears in his eyes: THIS IS WHY I DON’T LIKE BABIES!
adam watched keith avoid each of his cousins narrowly and decides that since this kid's his now, he'll have to face this family one day or another.
adam: keith, will you come with me for a minute? I need to talk to you about something.
keith and his naive non-indian ass, thinking: oh thank god he's getting me out of his family mess.
adam, leading keith to a room full of indian adults ready to smooch and hug him: oh hey guys, this is shiro's little brother keith.
every single auntie in the room, rushing to keith to pull his cheeks, smooch him and laugh: he’s so cute! omg his cheeks are so chubby!!! oof you’re so fair!! my god this boy’s so shy!
keith's never followed adam anywhere since.
shiro: keith, they were just being nice.
keith, on the verge of crying. again.: one of them slapped my BUTT shiro!
when they’ve settled in a few days later and met every single human being in kolkata they need to, adam takes shiro out to the marketplace. he’s not going to go to the mall and sacrifice his bengali pride even for his bf, so now their just walking along a really crowded street with millions of stalls put up all around them.
adam’s here to buy apples and chikoos but he wants to treat shiro to things he’s been longing to eat since his last visit to india.
they first drink daab (coconut water) and then then adam drags shiro to the sweets shop.
adam: this is where you’ll get the best things you’ll ever eat. we’re eating jalebis first because the rasgullas are sweet and it’ll lessen the jalebi’s sweetness.
shiro, surprised to see his bf so excited about sweets: i thought you didnt like sweet food.
adam: these are JALEBIS, takashi!!
when shiro bit into the jalebi, he knew why his bf loved it so much.
on their way out, shiro asks adam if they can have one of the food stuffs being sold at the stalls.
shiro: adam, we didnt to any food stall. they're literally the most populated stalls here.
adam, following his gaze to find a pani puri stall: takashi. babe. those are foods that can only be digested by indian stomachs.
shiro, completely confused, but now more curious: i wanna try some.
adam: im telling you. its a bad idea.
shiro, rolling his eyes: sure, sure. i think my stomach can handle this.
adam: takashi. remember when we were taught about avoiding street vendors in second grade.
shiro:
adam: it was made specifically for these.
shiro finally manages to drag adam to the stall.
adam: are you sure you want this?
shiro: why are you being so dramatic about this?! Yes.
adam to the vendor: bhaiya doh plate golgappe dena. (he asked for two plates of pani puri)
adam eats only one, but they’re fucking delicious and he’s never had them before so shiro ends up eating six. he keeps trying to feed adam who just shakes his head.
when they’re sitting in the auto rickshaw, shiro asks adam why he was so insistent on not eating those. adam just leans back and lays his head on shiro’s shoulder
adam: you’ll see.
and shiro did.
he had diarrhea for three nights.
shiro, just coming from the washroom and realizing he needs to go back in: why is it only at nights, though???!
adam, shaking his head: you’re in india, takashi.
when they’re in the airport (shiro: finally 😩), keith’s jumping around because he really needs to pee.
adam: can’t you hold it till the flight?
keith: i’ve been holding it the whole way!! i can’t!
adam, sighing: fine. the washroom’s that way.
keith comes back, more still than he should be after relieving himself, his eyes a bit wide.
keith:
shiro: what’s wrong? are you okay?
keith: the washroom...
adam, shaking his head: be grateful you’re at the airport. at least the washroom’s decent.
both shiro and keith looking at adam:
adam: what?! i told you to hold it till the flight.
shiro: what’s wrong with the washroom?
keith: it’s... not. very sanitary.
adam: *snorts on the water he just drank*
shiro and adam’s favorite date nights are at home (and its not because of adam’s stingy indian ass). they both make one indian and one japanese dish and adam loves this because it’s domestic and economical (he can’t help it. he’s indian. stinginess runs in his blood. its painful to use a dollor he knows may save him someday.) (he also knows there’s going to be no such day but its always good to stay safe).
on some nights when they’re feeling particularly romantic, adam will play some romantic hindi song and they’ll dance to it. now that shiro understands hindi, he’s almost spooked at how romantic these songs are.
they’re dancing to tum se hi one night and shiro has his arms wrapped around adam, whose hands are on shiro’s shoulder. adam then leans against shiro and rests his head on shiro’s shoulder, in response to which the other man presses a kiss against adam’s temple.
moments like these work as a stark reminder for adam. its in these moments knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with shiro. waking up for work with him in the mornings and spending the weekends watching crappy romcoms and slow dancing would just be a part of his everyday routine and there’s nothing he wants more.
when shiro pulls away, he’s a bit startled.
adam: is everything okay?
shiro, looking ready to shit: ah yea. just um, wow, we’ve been together for so long.
adam: *quietly raising his eyebrows at his bf*
the song ends then and adam’s surprised to hear the next song. his eyes widen as he turns to shiro.
adam: is that...?
shiro, nodding and laughing quietly: you lied to me. it wasn’t in punjabi.
adam, who was staring and the speakers connected to shiro’s phone, now whips his head back to shiro who bends down on one knee: shiro. what are you doing?
but he already knows what shiro is doing. and his heart’s racing and he somehow has tears in his eyes as tujhe dekha toh plays in the background.
shiro, pulling out a ring with shaky hands: adam, i’ve known and loved you for eight years now-
adam: you’re seriously proposing to me with thiS SONG??!!
adam doesn’t realize that his statement made shiro panic because he’s in the midst of asking god how he managed to find a man who thought any song from dilwale dulhania le jayenge would ever possibly make a good proposal song. once his holy conversation with god is over, he turns back to shiro, smiling and takes his hand to tug him up then proceeding to kiss him hard till they’re both out of breath.
adam: i’ll marry you but promise me to never choose a hindi song for the wedding. my cousins will be there.
