Rant bhi hai suggestion bhi do
NEETard hu Guys neet ke liye iss saal drop liya hai online karri hun Productivity ki maa behen ho rakhi hai socha tha subha uthungi and all that shit lekin pata he nahi chala kaha coaching start hue hue ek hafta ho gaya
Iss saal first attempt tha below 200 banre hain bio ke basis par diya tha and parents are supportive of my decision
Lekin because im not able to get up early in the morning, they think that it might be a mistake
Help karo pls kaise karu khud ki life ko unfuck

kisi bhi chiz me mann nhi lag rha, pehle physics karne me maza aata tha wo nhi aa rha, maths boring lag rhi hai, chemistry bhul jaa rha hu(ioc), khane me koi interest nhi hai, nahane me koi interest nhi hai, sirf pani peeta hu, meetha khaya fir bhi kuch nhi hua, reddit kholta hu but mann nhi lagta isiliye band kar deta hu, kal mai ~10min tak khali diwar ko dekhta rha mere dimag me kuch nhi chal rha tha bas khali khali sa lag rha tha, kisi bhi chiz me interest nhi rha, sota hu aur thaka hua uthta hu, neend aati hai jab puri tareh se thak jaata hu, apne room(family room basically mummy aur behen idhar hi rehte hai mostly) se bahar zyada nhi jaata hu, baat krne ka mann nhi krta, kuch bhi nhi karne ka mann karta, burnout hogaya tha 1 week pehle lekin mujhe laga mai fir theek ho gaya ab toh pata nhi kya hogaya kuch bhi nhi karna, aisa lagta hai ki jeete hue mar gaya hu bas 4 din aur exam kaisa bhi jaye bas pata nhi kya hoga lekin uske baad shayad better feel karu kya pata waise bhi zyaada accha nhi jaega lol mocks wagera bas eh jaate hai acche aaye ya bure aaye ab toh kuch feel hi nhi hota kafi exams hagg chuka hu

They killed my dog that I had raised and made me sign the papers. I don't particularly hate my father because even he did not have a say but it was my mother's doing. She is in her school doing whatever the fuck she does and made me kill what I could call my child. 9 days to jee. Drop year. Already depressed as fuck. Everything is falling apart. I force myself to live and study everyday. Now she does that. Aaj ke din na padhai hui na hone vali hai. Emotional bakchodi on top. Kyun karra hun jee. Kiske liye kar raha hun. Melatonin ke gummies pade hain mere pass sleeping problems hain. Kya hi karna hai behen ki chut 20 gummies kha lunga apne aap full apne kutte ki tarah hi mar jaunga. Voh bhi neend ki tarah site hue mara hoga main bhi mar jata hu. Kutte ki ma ka bhosda baki sab bhi chuda hi hua hai. Bas one more reason to hate life. Aur voh behen ka loda nadi mein doob gaya tha fir bhi madarchod bach gaya. Uske severe physical trauma hua mental fits ki vajah se fir bhi bhagwan ne bacha liya. Ek mahine tak dhudhte rage fir bhi ni mila fir bhi bhagwan ne bacha liya. Aur in behen ke Lodon ne mar diya. I could basically not do much for him because mujhe jee pe focus karna hai. There were ways to save him but they instead chose to "euthanize" him. Pretty sure that's what awaits me if I am in a similar condition. Conditional love hai bhai. Kai bar kaha hai mujhse chor denge terko ek do bar ghar ke bahar rat mein bhi nikala hai. There is literally no hope. Let's see how my mind pulls me out this time. Agar kisi ko background pata hoga to he must know main vaise bhi mentally chuda hi hua hun it's the final straw. Like the official mini form of tragedy. Let's observe how my mind pulls me out of this vortex. Let's see how I save myself. Let's sit and watch.

TO ALL THOSE SAYING KI DELHI WALO KE MAZE AA GYE, HUMARA BHI POSTPONE KAR DOO::: bruh, fuck up ho rkha hai, jo bande boards se padhte hue aa rhe the exhaust ho chuke hain, ab 29 tak le ke jana bhai dimaag ki maa behen ho rkhi hai, and and: delhi ka jo paper aayega 90% chance hai ki voh difficult hoga, so there is no advantage. bruh fuck NTA big time, saale behen ke lode gaandu bsdk

Meher ke sath bhedbhav maudaha mandli karti hai. Dki nahi. If you see maudaha shadi preparation vlogs of dki she fed meher biryani with her hands and then ate herself chahe dikhane ko hi kiya par kiya to
Aur dusri taraf uski ye so called 3,3 maa jo usko ghar ka member bhi nahi samajhti. Disposable mein use khana dete hai. Dki ke purane kapde use de dete hain. Jo dki inhe maid ya aur kisi needy ko dene kehti hai. Ab jab dki ne dekha meher ko apne naam ka night suit pehne jo bohot odd lag raha tha to use us ke naam ka night suit offer kiya uska hath pakad kar aur meher pe hasne wale piche jal rahe the mujhe ye dekh kar achcha laga. Aur uski so called behen uski life ko duniya me uchaal rahi hai. Dki mujhe bhi pasand nahi but i will appreciate if dki continues to do that. Riza ko bhi ye log nahi laye the maudaha se dki jab inki life me ayi wo layi thi aur riza bhi theek thi jab tak madam aur janab uske guardian the. Chalu ke hath lag ke riza bhi annoying ho gayi. I don't want this to happen to meher. Chalu ko kya kuch nahi sikha diya groom kiya use but chalu ko kadar nahi agar meher ko bhi dki aisa bana de groom kare uski life improve ho jayegi. Isme kya bura hai. Meher ko chalu ke hath use nahi ho bas ye important hai.

bhai mere sath bkchodi ho rkhi hai kaafi galat wali
in december 2020 during lockdown my parents forced me to go to a tuition just in front of our house mera bilkul mann nhi tha jaane ka but udhar meri class ke 3 dost aate the jisme se 2 mere best friends the ab bhai jo unme se 1 tha first day pe woh kehta dekh meri crush aayegi 4 baje setting krwadiyo mene kaha theek hai bhai krwadenge ab bc woh ladki lets say her manali woh aayi meri gaand fat gyi bc itni sundar bandi (hum 9th mei the) merko usse love at first sight wala scene hogya mene apne 1 dost jisko kaushik bol skte hai usko btadiya ki ye bandi merko psnd hai ab bc woh nikla uska dur ka cousin usne tuition mei saari ladkiyo ko bata di then humare ttn mei jo talkative bche the sir unhe dusre room mei bhejte the toh chhuti ke time uski dost uske sath aayi ( uss time uski dost aur uska dono ka merepe crush tha) toh ab uski dost kehti merko ki hume sun ne me aya tu isko pasand krta hai mene boldiya nahi ye toh behen jesi hai meri mai waha se bhaag gya then around 1 month of awkwardness merko uski dusri dost aur uske cousin kaushik ne bola woh tera number lekr gyi hai humse jo usne apni copy ke piche likha hai meri gand fat gyi merko laga mazak chal rha hai but ye sab sch tha usne bola woh 2 mahino se mere baare mei soche ja rahi hai
ab main scene yaha se chaalu hota hai woh meri girlfriend bni hum bohot close hue but humne sirf 1.5 mahina date kra kyuki 1 mahine ke baad 9th ke finals aagye the toh baat bnd hogyi thi sirf tuition mei intense eye contact fir jab exams khtm hue 10th ke first day mene uski friend ko message kra ki manali ko bol online aayegi
plot twist uski friend ke bade bhai ne pdh liya and woh log family friends the so manali ke papa and uski friend ka bhai mere ghar aaye ki tum hmari ladki ko chhedh rahe ho
fir manali aur meri baat band hogyi woh already girls school mei pdhti thi uske baap ne uske saare hairs eyebrows eyelashes clean krwadiye taaki woh kisi ko sundar na lage bhenchod itne chutiya parent kiske hote hai and uske parents starting se usko kaafi marte hai and torture krte hai woh btati thi
bhai ab ye sb hone ke baad mai kabhi move on nahi kr paya try kra tha and move on ke chakkar mei 12 bandiya date kri but kabhi move on nahi kr paya
abhi recently mene ek common friend ke through baat kri hum college mei jaane wale hai ab aur uske ghrwalo ne abhitak usko personal phone nahi diya and usko college nahi bhej rhe uski shaadi krwa rhe hai ab mai kya kr skta hu usko bchane ke liye usne merse help maangi mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha bhenchod
mod bhai approve krdena i am new to reddit koi galti hui ho toh maafi

The results are in for Match 13. The winner is…
In the dark of their cabin, amidst the wooden walls twisted by his lover’s cold light, Vasant stood still. He had paused while scrubbing his hands, watching the water pour down the drain, reddened with blood. He had barely even gotten into the cottage to begin with, and [Bitter Sweet Symphony] was barely keeping their enemies out. A sea of people, so many imitations of that same rising star, faces bleeding together. It was difficult to tell who to hurt.
“Vasant?” Xen’s voice echoed ”Vas, are you listening to me? I told you to-”
Vasant turned to him, a mist over his eyes.
“Ah,” Xenagoras frowned,“You’re more hurt than I thought you’d be…did I miscalculate? No, I- I couldn’t have.” He went on muttering, the way he did while lost in thought. Vas still found it charming- it’s just the echo. It made him feel so distant.
“Xen…?” Vasant’s voice was quiet. “I’m a- I’m a good person a-”
“No- no it’s alright. I can still fix this,” Xen interjected suddenly, before catching a glimpse of Symphony towering above the people. “Your stand has the power to ‘dry’ leaves, yes? If we heat up the area around the crowd, the civilians will flee, and those who press on are probably our enemies. Yes- alright, this- this will work.”
He looked to Vas expectantly, only to find the man frozen. “Vas…? I told you to-”
“That would hurt them, wouldn’t it?” Vas responded.
Xen grimaced in return. “Listen, it’s not ideal, but when we are attacked on our property, when our enemies are using human shields, we must resort to desperate measures.”
Vasant’s arms shook, blood still trailing down, staining the carpet. The smell of it flooded his mind with snapshots of violence–of all the times he hurt people. Through it all, a thought struck him. A horrible pang of doubt.
I haven’t changed at all.
Xen glanced at the crowd outside, still shuffling forwards even as Symphony tried to push them back. His form was tense, light crackling with agitation.
“Vasant, you have to focus, love. Listen.” He stepped forward. Vas resisted the strange urge to step back. “I’m asking you to do it, correct? You don’t have to take responsibility for any of this- that’s why I’m taking charge. I’ll deal with any fallout, I’ll fix all of it, alright? I’ll fix it all for you. But in order to do that-” The Clocks flowing from his empty eye painted his face in swirling hues.
“You have to do as I ask. Can you do that for me, my dear? For us-”
“Am I interrupting something?”
Before Vasant could respond, a figure stepped into the cabin, one Gioia of many. Was this another fake? Yet, the way her lips curled as Vas moved to protect the intangible projection of his boyfriend…Xen’s eye widened. “Vas, that’s her!”
Vasant tensed, reaching for his thermos–a last ditch effort–but his hesitation was enough. She darted forwards, slamming her hand over the lid before it could open-“ARAAAAAA!”-as Love Kills drove its hand into Vasant’s chest. He collapsed just like that, punctuated by his lover’s pitched sceam, as Xen watched the scene with horror.
But Gioia did not look at him at first, letting him stare, and agonize, and wonder if he’d sent his lover to his death. Instead she uncapped the thermos and took a long sip of tea. She was a notorious coffee snob, and yet… “Ahh…that’s heavenly. Charvet, come here, you have to try this.”
The fashionista stepped into the house, muttering about how gross it was to share a thermos, before taking a sip. His eyes lit up. “…okay, yeah, that’s amazing. Vasant Verve is amazing.”
The two of them nodded to themselves, glancing at the man in question…before their eyes pierced through the man that claimed himself his lover.
“But you,” Gioia sneered, “Do you even know what ‘beauty’ is, sir?”
For a moment, Xenagoras did not respond, still staring at Vasant. Then his eyes darted up, as he took a step back.
“Beauty?” he responded.
The woman stepped forwards, cutting off her partner’s rant about the decor. “‘Beauty’, Mr. Xenagoras, is ‘honesty’.” The fashionista followed along, both of them explaining how this honest beauty allowed their careers to flourish. Their words bled together in Xen’s head- as he tried to figure out a means of escape, he kept noticing how much of the ‘decor’ was Vasant’s projects. These artisan creations once drew him to the market. As the stand users spoke of their own passion projects, Xenagoras could only hear one thing.
Honestly, what have you created?
Backing away, he didn’t realize he was no longer intangible until he tripped over a chair, smashing against the floor just as Charvet recounted his time dating a crime boss.
“-you know what he never asked me to do for our love? He never asked me to kill for him. I tolerate some fetid people with a smile in my line of work, Xenagoras, but you? You suck!”
Half a dozen mice yanked Xen back up to his feet, forced to face the two stand users, struggling to breathe within these walls he had tightened around his lover. The two of them were just standing there, waiting for his response. An opportunity. He could take control back, somehow, he could fix this if he found the right words-
A defense? – I never asked him to *kill** for me.* No, not that.
An explanation? – I was doing this for him, for us, and for this city. Not that either.
An accusation? – You’re the ones who invaded our property, who put people in danger, how dare you speak to me like- No, they obviously don’t care.
A threat? – If you know I work for the Suite, you know that I can make your lives a living hell- No, the Suite was out to get him too. Everyone was. Everyone except-
A plea? – Did you kill him?
Should he shout? Should he beg? Should he buy time? Should he bribe? Should he appeal? Should he insult? Should he barter? What should he- he has to do something. Maybe if he- yes, that might work. It has to work. He could still fix this. He could still fix this.
Trying to project confidence, Xenagoras opened his mouth to speak-
“-! KHh- KHhGgh!”
As a stabbing pain lanced through his body, the protective light shattered off him, revealing his weakness, his vileness–frail and trembling and choking up prismatic blood. Another thought occurred to him–strangely, it was in Vasant’s voice.
You said our souls were bonded, right?
Gioia and Charvet drank in the sight of this pathetic man gagging on his failure, before she wound up a kick, her Stand behind her. She had been planning this beatdown from the moment she saw him–intent to give Xenagoras everything he earned.
““You…are so damn paper thin.”

“ARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARAARA!”

Gioia and Charvet, with a score of 73 to Vasant Verve’s 63!

Category	Winner	Point Totals	Comments
Popularity	Verdant Wisps	25 (14+2) -5 (1+2)	The Verdant Wisps dominated the voting period!
Quality	Verdant Wisps	20 - 18	Reasoning
JoJolity	Metropolis Suite	18- 30	Reasoning
Conduct	Tie	10-10	Nothing to report!

...
”...looks a bit like a root vegetable, legs sticking out of the ground like that. Like a rutabaga.
”...if anything he would be a carrot, because-”
*”...of the hair- good one. …Girl, you think he’s dead?”
”Who cares?”
”I only ask because I’m pretty sure I saw someone calling the cops, and I’m too gorgeous to serve twenty-five to life.”
”We were always going to get booked for this, Char- oh, hey, looks like he’s waking up.”
These were the words Vasant Verve awoke to, still laid out on the floor of his cottage. It felt like he’d been hit by a truck, or maybe a hole punch.
“Mmnghm…” Vas muttered, squinting at the sunlight streaming through the broken wall. “Whas- wha’happened…where’s-”
“Good morning, Mr. Verve,” said the figure looming over him, the actress whose duplicates had swarmed his house. He grimaced at the sight of her, staring up at the ceiling.
“...Are you going to finish me off?” he asked quietly, bracing for it. A death not escaped, but simply delayed. A fitting fate.
Gioia stared at him for a moment, and then laughed.
“What? No, of course not. Charvet’s too pretty for jail, and your worst crime is your taste in men.”
Vas attempted to rouse, before the headrush sent him back to the floor. “Wh-where’s Xen- I-”
Love Kills gently raised him to a seat, so he could look Gioia in the eyes.
“Does it matter?” she questioned. “That man was using you, stringing you about, making you do things you didn’t want, all to destroy your home. You are a talented man, Mr. Verve, and that talent can only flourish once you’re out of his smothering grasp.”
Vasant struggled in the stand’s hold, trying to look for his partner. It didn’t matter what he’d done, it didn’t matter that, deep in his unconscious dreams, Vasant glimpsed the blank void of Xen’s soul–the empty city that he wanted them to haunt, forever. It didn’t matter, because-
“I love him- he loves me, and-”
But before Gioia could reject this notion, Charvet kneeled next to him.
“I know, darling.” His voice was soft. “I told you, we have similar tastes. But Red wasn’t changing, and as long as I was with her, neither could I. The two of us were trapped on a track that didn’t end- not unless I escaped, and lived a life of my very own. Because I wasn’t just hers, I’m my own person.”
He placed a hand on Vasant’s shoulder, giving the man a smile.
“So are you, if you allow yourself to be.”
Slowly…Vasant exhaled, allowing himself to be lifted to his feet.
“...This was supposed to be my paradise.”
Gioia gave him a pat on the back. “Only you can build your own paradise–you can’t give that task to anyone else, no matter how much they want to take it. Now, let’s go get you patched up, Verve. I for one would love to see what your paradise truly looks like.”
Perhaps, thought Verve, it wouldn’t hurt to just…take some time for himself. He had to admit, it had gotten lonely in this house. Perhaps it was time to escape that empty city and see what the world had to offer him–and what he had to offer the world.
A couple minutes into his extended beatdown, the shouting and the intense pain started to blur together, and all Xenagoras could see was the endless nothing of the ｢Square｣. He wasn’t sure how long he was out for–and for a moment, he thought that he would be trapped in that void forever. Perhaps this was simply the hell that he had bought himself.
But then-

SCHHHF-!

The world inverted, as Xenagoras was yanked right out of the earth like, well…a root vegetable. Unceremoniously, he was placed back on the ground, head still reeling, trying to get rid of the dirt that was clogging up his nose and mouth. His entire upper body was slick with mud and vivid blood, he couldn’t tell how many bones were broken- though by the feel of it, his jaw was definitely dislocated.
“Hhh… Gh….” – Those two. They’re going to regret ever-
He looked up to see the source of the shadow over him, and found [Bitter Sweet Symphony] standing there, tarpaulin cloak flapping in the breeze. Xen’s eye lit up at the sight of his valiant protector. Certainly, this was a setback—a terrible one–but he still had Vasant! It always was the two of them against the world, and- Where was he?
Xenagoras glanced around the field, eyes lingering over the gathered crowd still watching him, but could not find the person he was looking for.
He stared up at ｢Symphony｣, eye wide and pleading, trying to speak.
“Hhh…?” – Where is he?
“Bbh… h…” – Bring him here, ｢Symphony｣.
“Yyhhh…?” – Are you listening to me? You need to listen to me. Where is he?
But the Stand did not respond to him this time. Instead, it reached up, curling its hand around its cloak, and tearing off the fabric of ｢Square One｣. Xenagoras recoiled, feeling the connection sever deep in his soul, as the elephant draped the tarp over him. Its touch lingered for a moment, one last time, before it withdrew.
”Whh- plwhh..!” – Wait- please, wait!
Yet, it would not. With one last glance, it turned, off to follow his user.
”Vhhn… Pll…hh” – Vasant, please.
But it was already gone. Head spinning, pulling the tarp tighter Xenagoras collapsed. All he could do was stare up at a sky full of stars, as a crowd of strangers gathered around him.
Come back.
I…I need you.
His thoughts could only echo in the empty silence of his soul, as the sound of sirens ushered him back into unconsciousness.
In the bustle of the cafe, a phone rang. A man stared down at the screen, waiting anxiously for the call to connect. It rang, and rang, and rang…
Then, the moment the man accepted there’d be no response…someone picked up.
”Hello?”
He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of the woman’s voice- at how much she’d grown.
“Ah… hello, Vasudha.”
A gasp echoed through the receiver.
”Wait- Vasant? Is that- You’re alive?”
He chuckled softly, eyes misting.
“Seems like it, behen. Can you call the family over?”
He took a sip of tea, tinged with the salt of his tears, and couldn’t help but smile.
“I have a lot of catching up to do.”

If you prefer building homes to wrecking them, we have a match for you!

Scenario: West Bedtown Rail Yard — 9:24 PM

It wasn’t like Bedtown was the only place in the city where criminal activity was frequent. The entire city reeked of it, from the Old to the Mist. It just so happened that Bedtown was the place where it was the loudest. Gang activity tends to be a bit rowdier than white collar crime and the works. VULTURE had kept on top of that activity, having kept most other groups in line out of fear. What wasn’t handled by Rasna Kaliya and her allies was dealt with by the mysterious figure known as Tamas. But recent events had hampered that position: outposts being raided, changes in leadership, and a recent attempted coup. Even with the addition of new allies, VULTURE had turned inwards to fix themselves up. Tamas had kept up, sure....
…but then it was almost as if they vanished. A shift at the top of the food chain makes a ripple, and that ripple is bound to turn into a wave. Now, the rats are crawling out of the woodwork, unimpeded by the hawks...

Under most circumstances, when the mysterious blackmailer of the group known as ‘Cause for Concern’ wanted to give them a job, they would just text. The numbers never lead anywhere, so it wasn’t like it was much of a security risk, but most of the group’s members had started to wonder when they were going to be delivered a job a little more covertly.
That time was now. All eight members stood in the shadows of a train graveyard, surrounding a small cardboard box. The cover made for a good spot for a ‘blind drop’. Anticipation stewed in each member. This had to be something big. Something dangerous. Something that needed to be kept extra secret.
Chandra was the first to approach the box, cutting through masking tape with a switchblade. Sunset stuttered out something about it possibly being a bomb, but she was too focused to care about anything like that. She found inside a blank piece of paper, and turning it over...
“...Shit!” Chandra exclaimed, wheeling around and displaying the message typed out in Comic Sans on the paper.

‘Moony & Kid: Go to the provided coordinates and kill every gang member there’*.

For a moment, silence filled the lot.
“What the hell!” Sunset shot up onto his feet. “Bad enough we’ve got to deal with this shit! Now we don’t even get to choose who goes? Piss off.”
“Probably chose those two for a laugh,” Thomas grumbled, Amelia sighing heavily in agreement. Their ‘client’ seemed to have a pretty morbid sense of humor—she remembered when Moony had been forced to drive her van into a diner for little-to-no-reason. Still, all things considered, this just felt like poor taste. She turned her head to the cowards in question.
Kid was shivering, eyes boring into the ground. He hadn’t been the most talkative since the Middleman incident, but this was bound to be the cherry on top. After a moment, though, he swallowed, filling his eyes with some false resolve Amelia could recognize from a mile away.
“I’ll do it,” he breathed out, rising slowly to his feet. “I mean, it’s like—I d-don’t even have a choice. S-So I’ll do it. If I don’t have a choice, then, I-I can do it.” Somehow, being forced into it made this easier for him. Amelia raised an eyebrow at that, but at least he wasn’t going catatonic on her.
As for Moony, she‘d been shaking in fear the last couple of times they had to go into combat situations. When they had to choose who would go raid the factory, she’d been on the verge of a breakdown at the mere thought of it. Forcing her into a job like this would surely—
“Sure!” Moony shrugged, swinging her legs as she sat on one of the tables in the car. “Shouldn’t be too much to handle.”
Again, silence filled the lot. Even Kid himself had turned to gape, completely taken off guard. Moony was a friend of his, even if he would absolutely refuse to admit it under any circumstance. And whenever the topic of bloodshed had come up, she’d gone into a shivering fit until the subject was changed—where the hell did this come from?
“A-Aren’t you....?” Kid mumbled, unable to think of how to even form the question he wanted to ask here.
“I mean, I don’t think I’ll really enjoy it that much.” Moony sighed. “But it can’t be helped, right? If that’s how it is, that’s how it is. I’ll do my best.”
That wasn’t right. That wasn’t right at all. It wasn’t like Moony was acting, she sucked at lying. This confidence was genuine, and something about that sent a shiver down Kid’s spine. This really wasn’t right.
Chandra exhaled. If Moony was fine with it (why she was fine with it she had zero clue) then so be it. “Alright, does that sound go to—where did she go.”
She peered around for a moment. Eventually, a head poked out from behind Kid, who nearly jumped right out of his skin the second he noticed.
“Ah! S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to s-s-scare you!” Susie Eve-Black stammered, trying to calm the young man down before his Stand reduced her to a fine mulch. Chandra sighed. As much as she wasn’t a fan of Rasna Kaliya... At least she could keep it professional, probably.
The alliance had been set up pretty cleanly after Chandra squashed the little rebellion dividing VULTURE in two. Susie hadn’t been too keen on joining forces with a faction working directly under the Metropolis Suite, but on consideration, the common enemy they shared was a hell of a motivator. It’d be easier to work with CFC than against them, something she intended to make the most of.
“I-It’s probably fine.” Susie turned to address Chandra once Kid had been sufficiently defused. “I m-mean, um, w-we don’t really have any of our p-people stationed there... They k-kinda got pushed out, actually. Ah! Th-That makes me, uh, th-think, though. Could I ask a favor?”
“What is it?” Chandra raised an eyebrow.
“Th-That area is kind of, uh, pretty conflicted territory. It’d m-make it super easy to deal with if y-y-you folks could establish it as your, er, ‘turf’. It’d probably have it’s own b-benefits for you, too.”
Chandra scratched her chin, but before she could open her mouth, Moony was nodding and giving Susie a thumbs up. God, she was weird lately.
“I can work with that!” Moony had taken a liking to Susie the moment they’d met. Solidarity between cowards, it seemed. “We’ll do our best, right, Kid?”
Kid stared in silence for a few seconds.
“...Yeah. Our best.”
Scenario: The streets of Bedtown — 11:24 PM
“It’s always so dark here at night…” Moony commented. They simply strode through the streets, confidently and proudly. Bedtown was the bad part of town’s bad part of town. Walk around long enough at night, and trouble was certain to find you. The pair had figured the safest bet to confront their targets was to simply stand out in the open on their territory long enough.
“...Yeah.” Kid agreed. “The first thing you notice about how little money this place gets from the city is the street light. Look.” He pointed up. Moony pushed her gaze upwards.
“Oohhh yeah!” She said with a new sense of understanding; they had been walking under streetlights the whole time, but two out of every three streetlights she could see had been nonfunctional. “You’ve got a sharp eye for this kind of thing, you know.”She said, looking back at Kid. He didn’t respond. He was still looking upwards.
Powerlines. Powerlines everywhere. Tangling like spiderwebs. Eager to wrap up the innocent and naive. Just like that night. Images, sights, smells of that night ran through his mind. Paris Aco’s corpse. The iron stench of blood. The pounding of his heart as the Middleman’s shadowed hands nearly grabbed hold of his shoulder. The look in Galeazzo’s eye. All he could do is stare.
“...Kid?” Moony asked, concern in her voice. She elbowed him a little. “You alright?”
He jumped, gasping. “I’m- I’m- I’m… I’m alright. I’m fine. I’m cool.”
Moony could only just look at him. Worry was splayed across her face, but she didn’t push it. “...Alright. Just try and relax, okay? This’ll be pretty simple. Just crackin’ skulls, yeah?” She said, an encouraging grin across her face. Kid’s response was silence as he forced a smile. It sickened him, a little. Not just to deny his own misery, but…
He had his own worries about Moony. He hoped this life wasn’t rubbing off on her. She deserved better then that, in his mind.
Dindingding!
Both their eyes swiveled towards the door of a nearby corner shop. A woman walked out, short and wide-eyed. She was wearing a comfortable jacket to protect her from the cold night air. Kid’s hand went to his waist, feeling an absence.
“Hold up.” He said, a revelation knocking him out of his usual anxiety. “That’s my jacket.”
Moony look at him with a confused expression on her face, her gaze slowly going downwards. “Oh shit.” She said, finally noticing. “How long haven’t you been wearing that? I never noticed it was gone!”
“Like, two weeks ago.” He responded. “I was gonna get another jacket, but I was putting it off… I love that jacket, man!”
Before he could even finish, Moony ran off. “Hey! Hey miss!” She was yelling. It elicited another sharp spike of concern and fear from Kid’s anxious heart. Moony would never throw herself into a potential conflict like this. She grabbed the woman’s shoulder. “That’s my friend’s jacket, miss. I-I’d be willing to buy it off of you, if-”
The woman slowly turned. Her eyes bore right into Moony. It was like hooks peeled her eyelids back, an unblinking gaze that caused her spine to shiver. She slowly put her hand up, tenderly putting it on Moony’s cheek. “Ah-” She reacted, freezing like a deer in headlights. The woman took the opportunity to shove her face between the space between Moony’s neck and shoulder, audibly and deeply taking in her scent. “Just like… How I imagined.”
Moony blushed from sheer shock and embarrassment, pushing her away. “G-Get offa me!” she stutter-shouted.
“I didn’t think you two would’ve ever noticed… Or certainly bothered to track me down…”
Kid finally caught up with Moony, putting himself in front of her. “Who- Who the hell are you, and what the fuck are you talking about?”
She gave him an empty look. “...Oh.” She looked off to the side, her face twisting in a frightening scowl as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “I thought you had noticed what I had… Taken. That you had come to reclaim it.”
“Well, I would really want my fuckin’ jacket back, yeah.” Kid said, honestly a little irritated. He was being pushed to the brink today. Moony just stared at her, wondering what she could’ve possibly-
“Did… Did you take my keyboard?” She said, affronted and frightened. “I have a lotta important memories with that thing!”
The shorter woman just smiled. It was uneven, wobbly. Like she was being operated on the inside by wooden levers. “It smells just like you.” Her head tilted, swiveled to the side like some kind of bird.
Kid had enough of this weirdo. The aura of Stand power surrounded kid as Knock You Out spilled forth, a wet fist crashing towards her. In an instant, an ebon tendril blocked the blow. Kid could feel the flesh under his stand’s knuckles, tough and rubbery like the meat of an octopus. A titanic stand hung behind her, gurgling wetly, composed of metal cubes and vents.
“You’re… One of the gangsters we’re after.” He whispered.
The stand roared in Kid’s face. He roared back.
The click of a revolver’s hammer drew everyone’s attention.
“Can we just take a minute to talk~?” A slimy voice rang out. “Honeydew’s got a natural charisma to her, so I’m not too surprised she made herself some friends while I was attending to my own issues.”
Moony’s hands immediately raised. Kid just glared at him from behind his shoulder, his fist still pushing against that massive stand’s tendril. He was tall, well-dressed. His hair was slicked back with god-knows-what.
“See, we’re not gangsters. We’re after ‘em too, even! We came out here to take the territory for ourselves. I also have the feeling that’s what you two wonderful specimens are here for~! Honeydew, darling, put your stand away.” He confidently said, casually cocky and demeaning in a way that made everyone want to give him what for.
She just glared at him. “I’m not “darling” to you.” Her stand retracted back into herself.
He just waved her off. “Yeah, whatever.” He paused, before looking back at CFC’s enforcers with a wide grin on his face. “I’m Orouboros, and Honeydew here is my employee! See, I don’t know what you want with this here track of land…”
He uncocked his gun, bringing it up to his shoulder. “...But there’s no reason we gotta walk away hating each other after this whole thing, right~? Howsabout some friendly-ish competition. Let’s work out all of this stress by seeing who deserves this turf the most, and then we can sit down somewhere nice and talk! A real heart-to-heart, you know? Connections are oh-so important in the world of business, after all!”
Kid continued to glare at him, making sure to keep Honeydew in his field of vision.
“I’ll sweeten the deal, then.” Orouboros continued, stroking his chin. “Restaurant of your choice. On me. Win or lose.”
Kid opened his mouth to respond, but Moony beat him to it. “Deal!” She shouted enthusiastically, eager to finally eat some food she didn’t make herself.
“Delightful~!” Orouboros responded in turn. “And we may wanna get moving soon..” He said, pointing his thumb behind himself. Kid’s heart started to race all over again once he saw what he was pointing at. A whole crowd of people, armed and ready to go. They must’ve been attracted to all the ruckus- these were their real enemies.
“I won’t keep you two waiting.” The salesman responded, pointing his gun at the crowd that had them surrounded on all angles.
“Open the game~!”
Location: A district of Bedtown consisting of a couple of streets with apartment buildings (in green), some warehouses (in blue), and a few stores (in red). There are a couple of sewer grates at the end of each street, which Honeydew can use to travel around the map. The stores are mostly convenience stores, drug stores, etc. Each marked part of the district has three Vigilantes inside it, while a tenth Vigilante is somewhere on the map. These will move around as they’re needed for the match.
Goal: Establish yourself as the new “boss” of the area! For the purposes of this match, players can establish ‘territory’ on the map through their actions so that people know that it belongs to their team and thus will become hesitant to enter. Large displays of force are the primary way to do so, be it shaking down nearby people, making ‘examples’ out of various people in the area. While violence is not the only way to do so, feel free to be as violent as you wish!
Marked on the map in stars are three notable areas, where it’s the most exposed and thus, will have the greatest effect on the area of the map as a whole. While doing massive shows of force there is sufficient to get a foothold in an area, locking down the area of the map will necessitate that you establish control in other areas further away as well. Just as control can be gained, sufficient interference or disruption from NPCs or opponents can cause a team to lose it.
Combat against the other team is allowed, but keep in mind they’re relative unknowns here, and while their defeat will slow them down, it doesn’t actively help you win the match. Harm and bodily interference is fine, but RETIREing your opponents is not, as backing them into a corner to that degree is something that would require both teams abscond to lick their wounds.
The match will end when either all Vigilantes on the map have been RETIRED or after an hour when law enforcement actually arrives, with the winner being whichever team controls more ‘territory’.
Additional Information: Several gang members can be found around the map, each with flat 2 physicals, a 3 in “Gang Member” (a combat and teamwork skill, and letting them use the weapons they bring) and a 2 in “Yeah, this isn’t worth it” (they will not actively engage against anyone who they can tell can beat them—this will be bypassed by specific manipulations made with Ouroboros’s Charisma skill). They can be equipped with knives, hammers, or crowbars.
There are also 10 Vigilantes that players will have to deal with. While their abilities are irrelevant for this match, they are capable of seeing and harming Stands, possessing ranged (slings, throwing weapons, and small arms) and melee weapons (the aforementioned knives, hammers, and crowbars). The three initially patrolling the apartment buildings (in green) have 332 Physicals; the three initially patrolling the warehouses (in blue) have 323; and the three initially patrolling the stores (in red) have 233. The tenth vigilante has 444 physicals and their initial location is unknown. All 10 have a 3 stat in combat and a 3 stat in gauging which players or NPCs are threats (the Vigilante with flat 4s has 4s in these stats instead.)
These Vigilantes are clever, and if a player or team starts actively hunting them down they will quickly begin cooperating against that playeteam, even going so far as to feed information on their whereabouts to the opposing team if things are especially dire. The tenth vigilante in particular will make themself known in such response to playeteam action.
Making an example of these people to gain control of an area is not as simple as walking up and beating the crap out of them. They must be instigated to a fight, and then RETIRED in a convincing manner to have the victor become the new baddest guy on the block.
While the writeup does say that Cause For Concern must kill every gang member here, mechanically the number killed will not affect either team’s Quality score, and there is no mechanical difference between beating them up in a convincing enough way compared to grisly murder.

Team	Combatant	JoJolity
Cause for Concern	Moonchild "Moony" Lamoreaux	“What are you...are you human?” Something thrums within you. Something pushing you forward, changing you. You’ve never felt better. Embody horror!
Cause for Concern	Kid Savage	“I'm gonna release my fury, I'm gonna snap and release everything I've got! I'm gonna release it, release it, release it! I'm the strongest!” You’ve never felt anything but your own weakness. No matter how hard you push, it’s never enough. Embody power!
Evergreen	Honeydew Blue	“It's over, I've completely locked you.” Your wide eyes see everything. Every secret laid bare. All of it just for you. Embody horror!
Evergreen	Ouroboros	“You're going for a knifehand strike, it doesn't look like I'll even need to touch the 'dragon.'” Everything, at the end of the day, is all a part of the plan. They’ll never know how smart you are, not until you’ve already won. Embody power!

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Scenario: Sapatibhatt Police Station — 10:23PM
“Couldn’t we have just run away?” whined Charvet Champagne, standing rigidly in the center of the jail cell so the grime wouldn’t get on his clothes. “He had it coming, I don’t see why we had to stand there and let the cops take us.”
“Were we supposed to run with an injured man?” Gioia asked, stretching her calves using the cell’s sink.
“His blood is all over us, we’re going to rot in prison forever…” he moped, eliciting a laugh from Gioia.
“We assaulted a man on his property, in front of a crowd of people. I told you, we were always going to face the consequences for this, even if it was right.”
Her stretches finished, she walked up to Charvet and flung an arm over his bony shoulders.
“I bet you we can work something out with Verve, it’s his property, after all. I’m sure they won’t lock your beautiful face in the brig.”
Charvet relaxed a little at that, before she gave him a teasing jostle.
“But rest assured, the two of us are absolutely getting fired.”
She allowed Charvet to groan and sigh dramatically, before patting him on the back.
“Hey now, don’t be sad. Remember how stupid that guy looked with just his legs flailing out of the dirt? This was absolutely worth it.”
Charvet paused a moment, staring at her like the world’s saddest, wettest kitten…before finally cracking a smile.
“He did look ridiculous.”
That night, laughter echoed through the jail cell, as two unlikely allies celebrated a job well done.

17M . Bachpan se sports me bohot accha tha (state cricket bhi khela tha )aur basketball and football me school ko represent bhi kia tha fir 7 me meri academy shift hoagy aur ghar se duur hogaie isliya chood ni padhi aur uske baad Dadaji ko paralysis hogaya to puri family ka focus shift hogaya . Mere dada ji ki last wish the muhje tv me khlete hua dekhna lakin vo pura hone se peele vo challenge fir 8 ki ending me ye deicide ho ki ham shift hojayege khyki hamne naya ghar kharida tha aur uske pas ek cricket academy bhi the uska name Vijay Yadav tha (uses boot ache cricketer nikle hai jaise ki Rahul tewatia aur mohit sharma ) vaha pe baat kari to pata chola ki registration ke XXXXX amount dena tha aur family ke uper expenses ka burden tha kyuki abhi abhi shift hue the isliya decide hua ki after 6 months dekhnge aur fir 6 mahine baad jab family stable hogai to merlo mana kar Diya gaya ki is sad me future nhi hai. unto pata tha ki much sports se boot pyarr tha aur Padhi me bhi avg tha lakin uske liye kabhi family ne kuch nhi bola par pata nhi kyu mana kar diya aur fir c-19 agaya aur sab baand hoagy aur mere fitness bhi khtm ho gayi eventually in obesity fir jab 1 lockdown khula to decide kiya ki body ko back in shape Lana hai to badminton academy start kardi just for fitness aur jo Socha tha vaise hi hua fir 10 me boards agaye .paper 2 terms me the to peele me Bina paddle 70% age Lekin ghar wale boot narazz the aur mere kuch so called friends ne pock bhi kiya to fire I decide 1 time in my life to study eventually ending with 97% in 2 term aur overall something 85-87 % ke around mere 10 khtm .( mere papa nit Trichy se dropped out the kyuki uses time pe family ki financial condition thik nhi the ) unka sappna tha ki mai IIT jayu aur fir maine pcm leli aur soccha ki dadaji ka spna to pura nhi kar paya papa ka karne ki koshis karta hua aur ek ganndi si local coaching join karli pata nhi kaise unhone manipulate kiya but started preparing (uses coaching ne dummy school bhi dill diya ) 11 was great I started going to coaching mere friends bhi boot the at 11 I was that good ki I.E Irodov bhi solve Kate tha aur hot bhi thi lakin chem thodi f***d up the but fir dehire dehire I stated spending time playing basketball khuki mere society me basketball ka naya court construct hua tha and got good at it aur fir ghar pe bina baate I started playing tournaments aur position bhi thik thak ti jaise 2 ya 3 . fir Ayi 12 aur padhne se Mann hat gaya aur mere khelna ghaer walo ne baand kardia aur fir mere coaching me bohot changes hone lane purane teacher chood ke Jane legate aur without experience teacher joined which f****d up the syllabus and around nov 2023 mere coaching ke top faculty separated and formed their own institute lakin khuki separate hue the to jo owner tha puranni wali academy ka chi***ya tha aur ussne cases Karne start kardia aur jo bacche star faculty ji vajhse uni coaching Gaye to unhone baccho ko manipulate Karna start kardia aur fir saree bacche distract hoagie lekin my father was very serious about that and thanks to my big cousin brother ( vo bhai iitk se tha) I was supposed to get IIt anyway. due to this whole scenario my org chemistry was like shit and maths to kya hi bole aur fir somehow managed to score 91 percentile (27s1) in 1 attempt lekin ghar wale khush nhi the aur merko tanne padhne lagaya aur kyuki mera gym aur sports done band kardia I got fat once again . I hate study mtlb Marne sada passand hai padhne se lekin kya kara ghar ke bada beta hu to I have to do thing I hate like I love it because life sucks ye samhj agaya aur fir 12 boards die aur usme maths me thoda Ganda kardia aur fir abhi 5 ko 2 attempt diya . meri sablse badi galti ye thi ki ma kabhi na nhi bol paya .na kabhi ghar walo se paise liya party wagers Karne ka liya khaki ek mindset bann gaya Tha ki kuch achieve kar na beyond IIT. aur fir dost kamm ho Gaye aur dosti khtm hone lagi . fir lonely hoagy a ghar se niche nhi jata tha tha aue ek baat sabse zadda chubh thi ti kii me ek waste potential hu kyuki I was very good and playing and learning different sports . Aur ab a kela hua hardly 2-3 dost hai jinse baat hoti hai suci**l thought bhi boot aye Kyuki jee nhi ho para tha lekin papa ko kon samjhaya . fir Socha ki ek paper ke liye ye say nhi Karne kyuki mere family bhi hai aur ek choti behen bhi hai. mere sath ki dost jinne jee diya unke bohot zadda marks aye aur mere par aur pressure bada gaya . My father is very chill mtlb vo bolete hai ki kabhi bhi alcohol wagera try Karna ho to unnse suggestion le ke karu vo acchi suggest karenge that type of chill . agar mera IIT ho gaya tho ye bhi confirm nhi hai ki mere degree complete hogi ya nhi ye papa ko pata hai aur un hone allow bhi kar diya hai Kyuki kuch future plans hai . aur ab samjh agay hai ki life is unexpected aur what so every the situation is I will fight . ab a kela hu lekin khush hu kyuki motivation aur dicipline agaya hai aur mai apne idols ko dekhta hu (jaise mera idol cr7 hai) to ussko intna time se dekhne ke baad ye Sikh mili ki vo pane papa ka spna pura kar sakta hai to mai kyu nhi .mai bohot obbsesed hu sports se ki abhi thodi dere mere ram vs mcl ka match hai UCL😅. All the end destiny matters not the journey for me .

Pahadi homies, you all must have heard the lore of Jeetu Bagdwal. But there are different stories everywhere no? Even in songs they explain it differently.
The popular story going on with the Dhuyaal song of Pandavaas is like this: Jeetu Bagdwal apni dhyani (sister) ke gaun jaate hai and raaste me khait me rukte hai. Khait me shor machana ya chamkile kapde pehen na pehle se kaafi bura maana jaata tha. But Jeetu was already wearing his jewellery and started playing Bansuri. 9 Aanchari aur 10 bharadi behene prakat hui and took his body and soul with them. (I have oversimplified this)
This particular story seems more metaphoric and poetic way of explaining the incident.
The story popular around my village: Jeetu ropni lagaane jaate hai Mansyari ke shero me. Jeetu ek bhad (Giant) the aur Sundar the dikhne me. Jeetu wahan rest karte time Bansuri bajaate hai aur aanchariyon ki Nazar padhti hai unpe. Uske baad jab jeetu hal laga rahe hote hai to vo apne 6 Jodi baldon (bailon) ke saath dharti me sama jaate hai. Gaun waale kaafi dino Tak Jeetu ko dhundhte hai par vo nahi milte. There's more but I'll stop it here. (oversimplified this one too).
Jeetu ki body kabhi milti ni, and kaafi log bolte hai ki Aanchari maantri ka matlab kind of illusions ho sakta hai because Jeetu probably died of drowning. What caused his death to be such an event was the mystery of it. Someone disappearing with 6 pair of bullocks is a big deal after all. And there must be more stories with different angles, I would say the most accurate stories would be from Raithal and Khait itself.
That's all, take care you all 💪

Hi readers, main Sunil apni kahani ka agla part leke aap sab ke saamne hazir hu. Aasha karta hu ki aap sab ko pichla part pasand aaya hoga. Agar aapne pichla part nahi padha hai, to pehle usko zaroor padh le.
Pichle part mein aap sab ne padha tha, ki mujhe apne ghar ke paas waale mandir ke pandit ki biwi bahut pasand thi. Wo hamare ghar ke saamne hi rehte the. Uski patni ka naam Anu tha, jisko imagine kar-kar ke main subha-shaam muth maarta tha.
Fir ek din maine usko bol diya ki main usse pyar karta tha, aur usne mujhe jawab mein thappad maar diya. Uske baad meri himmat hi nahi padi dobara poochne ki. Fir ek din achanak pandit ji chal base, aur meri Anu se baat ban gayi. Ab wo chudai ke liye ready thi. Chaliye ab aage badhte hai.
Anu mujhse milne ke liye aur sex karne ke liye tadap rahi thi. Mera bhi kuch aisa hi haal tha. Main ab agle din ki wait kar raha tha jab main usse milne wala tha.
Fir agle din main ghar se bike par college ke liye nikla. Main college nahi gaya, aur seedhe apne friend ke paas gaya. Maine uski shop par bike park ki, aur usko bola ki mujhe wapas chhodh kar aaye. Fir wo mujhe activa par bitha kar wapas chhodhne aaya.
Maine apna muh dhak liya tha, taaki kisi ko pata na chal jaye. Fir main pandit ke ghar ke saamne utra, aur jaldi se darwaza khol kar andar chala gaya. Maine Anu ko pehle se bol rakha tha ki wo darwaza khula rakhe.
Jab main andar gaya, to Anu meri wait kar rahi thi. Usne white colour ki kurti, aur maroon leggings pehni hui thi. Uska bhara hua badan un kapdon mein bahut sexy lag raha tha. Wo kisi cake ki tarah lag rahi thi jisko main aaj khaane wala tha.
Mujhe dekh kar wo smile karte hue mere paas aayi. Fir hum dono gale mile, aur jaise hi main usse gale mila, uske mote boobs meri chhati mein dabb gaye. Maza hi aa gaya doston usko gale se laga kar. Mujhe josh chadh gaya, aur main uski gardan par kiss karne laga. Tabhi usne mujhe roka aur boli-
Anu: Yaha nahi, upar chalte hai.
Fir usne baahar ke darwaze ki kundi lagayi, aur mere aage-aage upar jaane lagi. Main uske peeche tha, aur seediyan chadhte hue uski matakti gaand dekh kar uttejit ho raha tha. Upar jaate hi maine usko baahon mein bhar liya, aur apne honth uske hontho se mila diye.
Ab hum paaglon ki tarah ek-doosre ke honth choosne lage. Kya swaad tha uske hontho ka, ek-dum zabardast. Main honth chooste hue uske chootad dababe laga jisse wo aur uttejit hone lagi. Kya soft chootad the uske, dabane mein bahut maza aa raha tha. Uske badan ki khushu meri vaasna ko aur badha rahi thi.
Takreeban 10 minute tak hum dono ek-doosre ke honth chooste rahe. Jab hum alag hue, to hum dono ki saanse chadhi hui thi, aur uske hontho ki lipstick main khaa chuka tha. Fir maine usko deewar ke sath lagaya, aur uski kurti utaar di. Andar se uske bra mein kasse hue gore-gore boobs baahar aa gaye.
Main uski gardan choomne laga, aur clevage mein muh daal kar usko chaatne-choomne laga. Badi garmi thi uski cleavage mein, aur mujhe bada maza aa raha tha. Maine choomte hue usko ghuma diya, aur uski peeth choomne laga. Fir maine uski bra ke hook khol kar usko utaar diya.
Ab main uski nangi peeth choomte hue neeche gaya, aur uski leggings neeche kheench kar utaar di. Uske badan par ab sirf panty bachi thi neele rang ki. Panty mein uski gaand kya kamaal lag rahi thi. Fir maine panty ke upar se uski gaand par kiss kiya, aur panty utaar di.
Ab wo nangi doosri taraf muh karke khadi thi. Fir maine uske chootadon par kiss kiye, aur usko ghuma liya. Wo sharma kar mujhse apni chut chhupane lagi. Lekin maine uske hath hataye chut mein aur apna muh daal liya. Main uski chut ko chaatne laga, aur wo pagal hone lagi. Chut bahut paani chhodh rahi thi.
Fir maine usko bed par litaya, aur apne saare kapde utaar diye. Mera tagda lund dekh kar wo khush ho gayi. Main uske upar aaya, aur taange khol kar lund ko chut par ragadne laga. Wo ahh ahh ki siskiyan bhar rahi thi, aur gaand utha kar lund andar lene ki koshish kar rahi thi.
Tabhi maine zor ka dhakka maar kar poora lund uski garam chut mein utaar diya. Wo ahh ahh karke tadapne lagi. Lekin maine uske upar bhaar daal kar usko hilne nahi diya. Fir main dheere-dheere lund andar-baahar karke usko chodne laga.
Kuch der tak usko dard hua, lekin kuch hi minto mein uska dard chala gaya, aur usko maza aane laga. Ab wo meri taraf dekh kar smile kar rahi thi. Maine apne honth uske hontho se lagaye, aur tezi se dhakke deke uski chut chodni shuru kar di. Chut ke paani se chap-chap ki aur jaanghon se jaanghen takrane se phat-phat ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Jannat ka maza agar kahi mil sakta tha, to wo mujhe mil raha tha.
Fir hamne position change ki. Wo mere upar aayi, aur lund chut mein leke uchalne lage. Maine uske uchalte hue boobs pakde, aur neeche se bhi dhakke dene laga. Uske chehre par mujhe charam sukh nazar aa raha tha. Kuch der uchalne ke baad wo mere lund se utri, aur fir ghutno par aa kar apne aap hi ghodi ban gayi. Maine socha pandit ki biwi poori shaukeen thi.
Fir maine peeche se uski chut mein lund dala, aur ghapa-ghap usko chodne laga. Thap-thap ki awaazo ke sath main usko full speed mein chod raha tha. Wo ahh ahh karke mere lund ka maza le rahi thi. 10 minute aur chodne ke baad maine apna maal uski gaand par nikaal diya.
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Zaroorat ka saman lena hai. Mujhe sath me jana hai unke :(
Naye log shift hue hain Delhi me. Kapde lene hai (male, female dono), ghar ka saman, kitchenware, bathroom ke liye bucket wagaira.
Bade appliances aur furniture chhodhkar lagbhag sabhi saman.
Kidhar kidhar ja sakte hain help chahiye. Sunday, Monday hai shopping karne ko.
Malls, big brands, ye sab nahi visit karna. Theek thak saman theek thaak rate me mil jaye.
Baaki rehne lagenge to kuchh maheeno me khud idea ho jayega unhe.

this is the follow up to the last gkp recuse post... someone from gorakhpur (16, student) is being held hostage with his mother father in a room by his relatives. some property matter. below is the summary as narrated by sid (the student who is held hostage currently). here is a telegram group link. we want gorakhpur locals and some people to join and give us advice. we all guys who are working to save him are 16-17 year olds. we need some locals and people from advice.https://t.me/+GZfpai6_-D0wMGM9Title-Gkp rescue
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Mera naam sid hai, for instance
Serious message,(for the safety of our people)
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Ham log , papa mummy main aur meri chotti behen ek sath rehte hain Ghar mein
Ghar ka matter chal rha
But, ghar ham hi logon ka hai
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Kal ,dupahar mein police ke sath kuch adhikaari Bina puche Ghar mein ghuus jaate hain
Mera chacha , chote chacha ne ghar ka darvza tod diya
Meri mummy neeche gayi documents dene , ghar seal hone ke naam pe , yeh log Ghar mein in logon ko ghusana chahte the ,
Darvaja, Tod ke Bina puche andar ka
Darvaje ki awaz sunke mummy bhagi aati hai, ham log , andar se lock kr leta hain , safety ke liye , usse phle , mera chacha, ne mummy ko marra tha ,cheap PPL
Police constable(female) darvaje pe mummy ko bulati hai, issmein tehsildar bhi involved hai
Uske baad , chacha, chachi ghar ke darvajne Todne lagte hain, taale todte hain bade bade hatiyaaron se , (ex, hammer , hockey)
Hamme threaten krte hain , gaaliyan dete hain
Darvaja , todne ki kosis krte hain jismein ham hai , magar nhi kr pate , upar wale floor PE ghuus jaate hain, samaan Tod fod krte hain
, Hamari Police complaint nhi likhi jati hai
Thana , kotewali ke police wale sab mile hue hain
Mummy jab , darvaja kholti hain to, chote chacha , ki wife unko Marne ke liye daudati hain mummy un logon ke dar se andar band kr leti hain
Puri raat hamlog , hostage rehte hain,
Police koi madad nhi krti
Mukhamantri helpline pe call krne pe , thane ki police time paas krne aati
Koi F.i.r nhi darz hoti hai subah tak , abhi bhi woh hamare Ghar mein hain, Marne ki kosis krenge hi, ghar jo kabza karna hai
Raat ko call krne pe ssp sahab bolte Hain ki, murder to hona hi , hai aaj nhi to kisi aur din
Puri police paisa khayi hai , haar baar Bach jaate hain yeh log
Ham log abhi do kamron mein band hai
Camera bhi Tod diya hai inhone koi dar nhi
Prashashan so rhi hai
drive link for some photos and videos sid - Google Drive

Pahle to bhaiyo tumhare support keliye bahot bahot shukriya mai bata nahi sakta mai kitna meherban hun tum homies par aur jo jo mujhe DM mai mere hal chal ke baare Mai puch rahe the mai ek hi baar mai Sara 1 mahine ka meri naraj bhari jindagi ka ek page sunata hun .
To start karte hun mai jab gav mai tha jab papa ka untim sanskar hua tha aur yaha tum log mujhe support kar rahe the to ye sab karke mai aya aur uske agale din asthiya visarjan karne Jane padta hai par uske liye hame vapas pure gav se ek thali mai papa ki pasand ki chije aur jo saman hota hai vo bade bete yani ki mai uske hath mai vo thali dete hai aur pure gave se hoke samshan bhummi chal kar Jana padta hai pata nahi sare log mujhe aise najaro se kyu dekh rahe the par mujhe bilkul acha nahi lag rha aise gav mai thali pakad kar shamshan ghat upar se papa ke sath bitaye hue vo pal yad AAA rahe the to bhi nahi paa rha hun aur thik se soch bhi nahi paa rha hu. Aise karte karete pure 1km Tak chal ke Gaye aur phir vaha par papa jalaya tha vo asthiya ekdak garam thi kyuki vo tumhe pata chal Gaya hoga mujhe vo vapas se yaad nahi karna bahot hi bekar experience hota hai bhai vo charo tarf baith ke crow(kawe) ka intjar karna aur phir jab vo khale aur phir asthiya ithakta karna aur phir hoti visharjan keliye pata nahi tumhe mai procidure kyu bata Raha hun par ye bahot bura experience hota hai bhai seriously mai sochta hun kisi ko bhi ye experience karne na mile .
To phir mai visarjan karke ata hun gharme sab aa rahe the to rahe the sad so mohol tha mai khet Mai Jake baitha rehta tha jaha papa ko ambulance se utar kar rakha hun tha vaha baith kar aakho ke samne vahi Sara jo ho rha tha dikh Raha tha phir Bhai ko dekhta mai sochta kya karu soch soch ke 7 days hogaye achanak mere sage chacha Ghar ake bolte hai mujhe mere sale ko paise Dene hai jo usne ambulance ko diye the 17k jo maine bola tha pichle post mai mujhe laga Bhai hai to bhar diye honge phir ye achanak ake meri mummy Aur jyada tension dediya BC 7 din nahi hue Bhai ko Jake aur ye paise mangne chale aye hopefully mere pass paise the jo tumlogo ne diye the itna gusa aa rha tha ki yaha rehna hi nahi hai bhai ko Jake 7 din nahi hue aur ye sab ke samne bolte hai ham haina hamare hi to bache hai ham sambhal lenge aur abhi ye maine bola chacha 13vi tak to ruk jav badme dedenge jo hai par ye sunte hi nahi hai aur bolte hai kiriya karam ke paise rakhte nahi hai dedete hai maine bola par ye to ambulance ke paise hai na ye to bad mai de sakte hai to vo acha nak bhadne ke bole RAJA TU HI PHONE LAGA KE KARLE BAAT UNSE mai kuch nahi bol paya mummy ko dekh ke phir bolte hai KISISE MANG KE DEDO NA APNE MAMA SE YA PADOSI maine bole padosi kon vo kyu denge paise hame MAMA SE MANGO NA PHIR BC sare rishtedar mc hote hai usdin ekdam clear hogaya . Phir Jo unhone bola vo mere man mai lag gaya Bhai ki ye bol kaise sakte hai ye hame TUM LOGO NE MERE BHAI KO SAMBHALA NAHI TUMHI LOGO NE MARA HAI INHE BC mere papa hai vo ye bolne se pahle kuch sochte hai ki nahi ,phir vaha pe Nani bhi thi unhone sab mama ko bataya vo pahle se pareshan unke papa matlab mere Nana ji unko sugar hai aur unko pahle se hi sadma laga hua hai maine Jo bataya tha meri Massi ke pati mere mousa ji ki bhi 2 sal pahle hi death hue thi to unko ye sambhalna bahot mushkil hai vo roj ka 20k hospital mai bhar rahe hai unko Dene bola finally mama ne usi raat unhe upi kardiya aur agale din ake mere chacha aise baat karte hai jaise kuch hua hi na ho wow .
Phir jaise taise vaha 13vi karke phir vaha se jane hi nahi de rahe the matalab unhe hamari nahi apni ijat ki jyada parvah haina itni jaldi kaise chale gaye and all that phir vaha se nikal Gaye phir general tarin mai aye vaha pata nahi konsi jindagi ki panoti lagi Hui hai vaha par bhi ek uncle ne 2 seats Yana pure 8 logo ki baithne ki jaga le rakhi thi ajubake log jhgadne lag tab hame papa ki yaad aur jyada Ane lagi bahot bura tha vo jhagda hamare sath nahi Kiya tha par vahi hua tha behen ,Bhai, Mai , mummy , aur Nana Nani aur mamaji aur dadiji ham sab jaise taise yaha pahoch gaye shahar mai aur yaha ake real struggle shuru hua 2din tak padosiyone sambhala khana banake Dena aur Sara dhyan rakhna phir yaha par doctor ne bulaya aur vo sab samjhane lge aise kyu likha tha death certificate pe aur ye sab jhanjat .
Finally iss mahine ka shuru to maine bahot jagah hath paire mare freelancing aur usme bids bhi kiye BC pahle hi din mujhe Kam bhi mila tha mai khush vah kuch to productive karunga mai par vo kam ofm ka nikla maine mana kardiya phir aya mera animation ka class bhi chalu hai ma'am ne bola mai dhunti hun job timbhi dekho unhone mujhe bola iss mahine fees bharne ki bhi koi jarurat nahi hai aur thoda Ane Jane keliye paise bhi diye i ma grateful to all people who has helped me and help me in the future.
Phir mai yaha ake ek interview deta hun koi nahi shop hai MR.D.I.Y mai par time match nahi karta 2pm se 11pm raat ke to class ka time usse match hi nahi karata uppar se trafic bhi hota hai kuch bhi Karlu time par nhi pahoch pata. auto chalane ka socha to government ne Naya rule laya hai licence sirf 20y ko hi milaga aur mai abhi bhai meri narak bhari duniya mai roshni khoj Raha hun .
Kabhi kabhi lagta hai Mai ye sapne se kaise uthunga.
Thank you all for the dms bahot himat di hai bhai tumlogo ne bahot bahot shukriya bhaiyo .

Mai 25tard hu, Meri behen 10th grade me hai. Woh bahut confident hai. Mujhe hi 10th grade mei 9.8/10 GPA tha
Mai bhi kuch mahine pehle overconfident tha lekin ab Underconfident hu.
Toh aaj maine meri behen ko AIIMS Delhi vs IIT Bombay pe research karthe hue dekha. Lekin usko kaun bataye ki JEE/NEET itna easy bhi nahi hai. Lekin ye canon event nahi hai.
Uska canom event jab hoga tab use maalum ho ki uska 12th ke baad padhna bhi mushkil hai hehe. Ha mere khandan mei girls ko 99.99% of the time 12th ke baad ghar mei baith the hai ya shaadi ho jaati hai.
Agar woh accha padhkar rank bhi le aayi toh use bahar bhejne waale bhi nahi hai, aur use hamare city ke top college mei bhi nahi bhejenge pata hai kyun? Kyunki hamare top colleges Co-Ed hai. Use sirf grill college bhejenge. (Mujhe bhi mere parents bahar nahi bhejenge)
Meri cousin sister (lauti grill jo padh rahi hai 12th ke baad) hai jo ab mushkil se B.Sc kar rahi hai unka 2nd year hai ye. Uske papa aur unhe bahut gussa karte hai ye kehkar ki "Jab use job karni nahi hai toh padhna kyun?" Aur ye bhi kehte hai "Ladkiyo ko ghar ka kaam bhi aana chahiye padhne ka 10 saal baad kuch fayda nahi hoga".
I'm feeling very sad I don't know how to tell my sister about all this. My parents are willing to let her study but as I said before only in girls college
So maybe if you think that discrimination against girl education is thing of past, remember this post.
She is in this subreddit, idk maybe she'll read this and understand.

Abhi blinkit ka bnda aaya Ghar aur meri behen ne order recieve Kiya bhai mast pi kar aaya tha which isn't that huge a problem what follows after is. He came with the order but there was an item missing. Toh instead of dealing with the person directly I contacted blinkit ka customer service and they promptly sent me a refund. Uske baad this person comes back chilaate hue, "Arrey aata aata" toh I went outside and he was there with the aforementioned packet of aata toh Maine le liya and he was like repeatedly asking ki "complaint toh nahi kiya" toh I said nahi Kiya because I was thinking ki as he is drink he might end up making a ruckus and blinkit aapas mei apna sort kar lenge.
But after 10 mins this person comes back screaming outside my house ki "vaapis karo vaapis karo". I was like le bhai le ja. And while going back vo bhai comment pass karte hue ja raha tha.
During this time I was just thinking ki for women living in Delhi on their own or even other households isn't it a little scary to order groceries or food at night ? I mean you never know who might end up coming to your house and getting your address.

Friends mai bangles pehen ke nahi gyi to bangles khareed liya..mai earrings pehen ke nahi gayi to earings le liye.. Areh behen ghar jaakr rakhe hue pehen leti.. 😭😭😭 Plus i have noticed one thing.. Though saba buys a lot faltu stuff everytime and everywhere..still they always add a clip where sunny says- tum apne liye kuch le lo..saba answers- nahi mujhe nahi lena abhi kuch.. And finally sunny bolta hai ye sabke liye leti h apne liye nahi... It's a trend now.. 🥲

Everyone is posting and commenting how Dipika uses all these humans to benefit herself and my opinion does not differ. But the way and sense it benefits her is what makes her a curious case for all of us. She is not getting any monetary/professional benefits from all these people, it is quite obvious she is highly self-sufficient in providing for herself and her family and is a shrewd businesswoman who does not stay put in hopes something would happen by itself. And I do respect her for that.
My theory is that she is obsessed with her image and portraying it as PERFECT. She wants it all to look perfect. She had an affair outside of marriage and needed it and herself to look perfect so she alleged her ex husband of domestic abuse among other things on national TV. Further, she portrayed the image of a perfect pativrata nari and a perfect behen on Bigg boss and went on to win it. The moment her idea of perfection changes, she changes the people in her picture. Needed a perfect wedding with sisters (but they were out of it), friends, had it and moved on.
She then wanted to portray a perfect Nanad-Bhabhi relationship without any sourness and did that very well and with a lot of ease. She wouldn’t have been able to do that had she still maintained her friendships. Her friendships needed to take the backseat for her relationship with the in-laws to take the limelight. Again, perfect family.
Then, through vlogging, she again started portraying this picture of a PERFECT WIFE, DIL, SIL, and even DAUGHTER (her mother used to stay with her and Shoaib a LOT!) and then she took the role of a perfect housewife even - matlab ghar ka khana banana, mehmaan nawazi karna, mehendi lagana, kapde design karna, interior designing, baking, etc., she showed it alllll. And this idea of perfection and making it all look perfect is what sounded super odd to me at that time, like how and why is she showing all this how can someone be so into everything people expect women to do? There used to be comments under her vlogs appreciating her for trying to be a good Muslim and a perfect homely wife with no tantrums! It was super odd to me because in their old Ramzan vlogs, we never saw Dipika actually praying. So why act?
Beech m friend friend ki baat hui toh aashu ko le ayi!
She went on and never stopped with the act. She is still being a perfect wife to Shoaib (giving him an extravagant welcome vo bhi kisi or ki shadi m, anniversary surprises, etc.). Soooo perfect she has no problems with him having an affair (pun intended). Itna bhi kya perfection? Everyone and every relationship has flaws but she doesn’t want that or show that. I’m not saying put your family issues on display but kabhi toh kuch real dikhao ya apna natak band karo! Khana nahi banate khud toh bolo! Kapde repeat nhi karte ho toh bata do hum aise he karte hain. Itna gyaan pelte ho rishto ki importance yada yada, apne rishto ka bhi sach bataao (papa ki narazagi, apni behen se no rishta, etc.). Audience itni pyaari hai unse duaa mangte ho, unko bhi duao m yad karo. Kabhi dikhate nahi kisi bhi zarurat mand k liye kuch karte hue, na kabhi mandir ki ghanti bajate hue, na he Dipika ke religion ki openly baat hote hue. Muslim ho toh fakr se bolo, nahi ho toh bhi kis baat ka darr?
Currently, she is portraying an image of a PERFECT AMMI - tireless, energetic mother without any qualms or issues - can do it all herself WITHOUT HELP - just like her ‘pregnancy’!