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Title: Even Otherwise I love you
Author: Jay Tryfanstone (tryfanstone on livejournal)
Fandom: Bollywood - Dostana
Rating: R
Word Count: 24,800
Pairing: Sam/Kunal
Genre: Drama
Summary: The film Karan Johar could have made: Dostana 2, a Bollywood love story starring Sameer and Kunal, two men drawn together by fate. And a little help from Sam's mum.
Beta: With many thanks, bethia_cathrain and q_i . Thanks also to the  smallfandom mods for the challenge: appreciated.

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redeem147
Oct. 25th, 2009 05:24 pm (UTC)
This is an utterly fantastic story. The voices are true; I can visualize it all. Wonderful accomplishment.

I hope you don't mind, but I'll be sending a link to your story to some friends who aren't on LJ, but like me, love Dostana.

Did I mention it's a fantastic story?
tryfanstone
Oct. 25th, 2009 10:04 pm (UTC)
So glad you liked this. Dostana just made me laugh so much I made all my friends watch it twice! Then I wanted to know one version of what happened next, so ...

Thank you for letting me know Even Otherwise worked for you. And of course I don't mind you forwarding links.
unovis
Nov. 5th, 2009 09:51 pm (UTC)
Dude!

I waited to read until I had seen the movie, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

This was charming--even without song and dance and falling petals. It's convincing, that Kunal would long for Sameer and resist the feeling, that Sameer would be doggedly persistent, that his Mama would turn wheels for her beloved son. This was also beautifully hung on the convention's frame. I loved the credits.

It's good to read you again.
Note coming your way with some data. My geocities website is gone.
tryfanstone
Nov. 19th, 2009 10:10 pm (UTC)
So. Sons of Anarchy? You are so absolutely right. I've never, ever, sat trough a whole TV series in four nights before. And ... it's not something I (a) have written (b) have to write or (c) am watching 'cos John Abraham takes his clothes off. I can't decide if I really really like it (the women, the bikes, the ethics, the script, and did someone start shooting TV in some sort of really interesting way in the last ten years, 'cos I really like the non-linear bits?) or if I really, really hate it (the women, the bikes - not enough of and the wrong sort - the BABY) But I'm fascinated, and now I need season 2 on DVD! Thank you. I wouldn't have seen it if you hadn't said at all.
Geocities. I've more paid-for webspace than I know what to do with. Want some? I can send across passwords and server info so you'd have total control over what it looks like and what posts when (advantage): my ISP knows exactly what I do, it's not going to get pulled (advantage) but it's got my name all over it (disadvantage). Yours of course if you want, though.
Kicking myself over Yuletide. Disaster. Hope OK for you. At least writing. Can't believe you saw Dostana for this - hope though that you saw the out-takes: Abhishek bouncing up and down on John Abraham (cuffed to the bed) singing Love to love you baby and twirling an imaginary lasso ...
healingmirth
Nov. 22nd, 2009 08:00 pm (UTC)
So. I've never let having no idea what the canon's about stop me from reading fanfic before, particularly when I know I've liked other things the author has written, but I had this open in a tab for probably three weeks before I got around to reading it.

Saying it was worth the wait is a little silly, because it's not like something else was making me wait, I was just footdragging. I'm so glad I kept it open in that tab though instead of banishing it to the depths of my unread fic folder, because it's fabulous, and I thoroughly enjoyed reading :) Thanks for writing it for the big bang challenge, because I never would have stumbled across this on my own.
mavoorik
Nov. 25th, 2009 04:01 pm (UTC)
Beautiful.
This story absolutely slayed me.

God -- I don't know where to begin. My breath kept catching short in my chest as I read this, you make my heart twist something vicious with your writing. You captured so many subtle hues of emotions and made them so palpable for me. The character voices felt so unbelievably real and every character as well as the ones you created in support of the story were so complex and intriguing.

This was such a fantastic Abhi here: “Tough, no, homeless in Miami?" Abhimanyu asks, all faux sympathy and gleaming teeth.”

I fell in love with Jamie. This was perfection: "He has photographs of you," she says. "He has ..." She lets the smoke trail out of her nostrils, sensuous and slow, and glances down. "He has stopped sleeping with models."

I adored how you handled Sam’s mother too, how goddamn fierce she was.
And this wonderful quote: “Sam's mother could have won wars, if someone had asked her.”

So, so, so many things I loved here I wouldn’t be able to name them all. Your humor. That first conversation in the parking lot. Leila. Sam’s gift to Kunal.

I laughed out loud at this: “His hands are as close to a perfectly peaked nipple as they can be without a sexual harassment suit”

Anyways, more lines I loved:
“Neha's baby grows, nurtured on trail mix and ice-cream, Italian fashion magazines and sentimental Indian soaps”

“Once or twice Sam may have checked that there are still barbels in the bedroom, and that the razor in Kunal's bathroom was still present, although for all he knew Kunal might be growing sideburns and a seventies clone moustache”

“...they are watching Salaam Namaste on the DVD player, which always makes Neha cry and thus has to be seen surreptitiously and after Abhimanyu's evening phone call.”

“He turns, and through the rear window can see Sam's tall figure standing still and dark against the green of his mother's garden, watching him leave.”


I read the part about the first confession at least 9248 times, it was so incredible. I don’t understand how you manage to describe such beautiful and intense feelings so masterfully.

The orchestration into a heartbreakingly joyous Bollywood ending had me cheering so hard for them. And the part in the gay bar, where everyone was so eagerly supportive, so cherishing of their relationship, I wanted to cry.

If you don’t know, there is a Sam/Kunal community over at samkunal, please please share your story over there. I don’t understand why more people haven’t read or commented on your story.

Honestly -- I never wanted this piece to end. I wish I could write a more coherent comment to somehow show you how much I was affected by this story.
I don't remember the last time I was so moved by a fanfic I have read. Thank-you so much, it was absolutely fucking lovely.
tevere
Aug. 16th, 2010 08:01 am (UTC)
I can't believe how perfect this story is! I... uh, I cried multiple times throughout, and now I have this teary giddy smile. I love how difficult their love is, because from the movie we know it couldn't be easy. You made it feel so real, and all the little details of desi life are just wonderful, and, and, and...! Oh, and Sam's mother, and Leila, and all of Sam's family crashing the gay bar...

Sigh, sigh, sigh. Happy sighing of wallowing in a great story. Thank you so much for writing this!
tryfanstone
Aug. 16th, 2010 08:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Thank you very much, both for liking Even Otherwise and for saying so: in the way of fics written for small fandoms, the thing is dear to my heart. It's so very good to know that it brought you pleasure to read.
pun
Nov. 21st, 2010 11:35 pm (UTC)
This story is awesome!

"Join us tomorrow," he says.

"Rephrase that."

"I want to see you."


That killed me! Incredible!
tryfanstone
Nov. 22nd, 2010 04:31 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Really glad you liked Even Otherwise, and thank you very much for so saying. It's such a small fandom... it's always surprising and lovely to find someone else on LJ who's seen and likes the film.
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