What if you could meet the woman you’re about to become?❤️ (Women’s day, womens day, love, comedy, romance, romantic reel, romcom reel, couple reels, tamil, cinema) #womensday #trendingreels #couplereels #Verticalseries #ReelKaroFeelKaro ViralReels fyp BGMs Used: 1. Movie : Good Night(Tamil) Composer : Sean Roldan 2. Movie : Pursuit of Happiness Composer : Andrea Guerra 3. Movie : Hi Nanna Composer : Hesham Abdul Wahab Written & Directed by: @venkatraghav.ar Starring : @rj_nidhi Production house: @cheriecreationsofficial DOP :@sundar_narayanan_dop Editing and DI : @krish.na_vamsi Co-Director: @vijay_veera_manivannan_e Assistant Directors : @vimal_jerome_ & @krish.na_vamsi Script Inputs @monica_in_real_life @aswanijb
If they don’t understand you, the language isn’t the flex 🙏🏻
When RED is everything 😍 This is exact representation of how quickly I get tired of posing 🫂😂 Also just realised I haven’t posted these pictures, howwww???
When RED is everything 😍 This is exact representation of how quickly I get tired of posing 🫂😂 Also just realised I haven’t posted these pictures, howwww???
When RED is everything 😍 This is exact representation of how quickly I get tired of posing 🫂😂 Also just realised I haven’t posted these pictures, howwww???
When RED is everything 😍 This is exact representation of how quickly I get tired of posing 🫂😂 Also just realised I haven’t posted these pictures, howwww???
I’ve always believed in loving what you do without expecting anything in return. But sometimes… a little recognition makes you believe in magic again. Just a week before my birthday. Just before the same month I started my journey in radio. This award feels like a sign from the universe. “RJ of the Year” 🖤✨ Grateful beyond words. To my listeners, my friends, and my family, thank you for pouring love, and only love. This one is ours. 🫶🏽 PC – @vineeshjohn 🧿❤️
I’ve always believed in loving what you do without expecting anything in return. But sometimes… a little recognition makes you believe in magic again. Just a week before my birthday. Just before the same month I started my journey in radio. This award feels like a sign from the universe. “RJ of the Year” 🖤✨ Grateful beyond words. To my listeners, my friends, and my family, thank you for pouring love, and only love. This one is ours. 🫶🏽 PC – @vineeshjohn 🧿❤️
I’ve always believed in loving what you do without expecting anything in return. But sometimes… a little recognition makes you believe in magic again. Just a week before my birthday. Just before the same month I started my journey in radio. This award feels like a sign from the universe. “RJ of the Year” 🖤✨ Grateful beyond words. To my listeners, my friends, and my family, thank you for pouring love, and only love. This one is ours. 🫶🏽 PC – @vineeshjohn 🧿❤️
I’ve always believed in loving what you do without expecting anything in return. But sometimes… a little recognition makes you believe in magic again. Just a week before my birthday. Just before the same month I started my journey in radio. This award feels like a sign from the universe. “RJ of the Year” 🖤✨ Grateful beyond words. To my listeners, my friends, and my family, thank you for pouring love, and only love. This one is ours. 🫶🏽 PC – @vineeshjohn 🧿❤️
One of the best gifts I’ve ever been given by my family is my sisters, all of them. I’m proud to say that I was born into a family full of strong women. Each one of them has dared to dream, build, and achieve everything they set their hearts on. This photo of me and my sisters (our 15 years apart challenge) is so special, from being girls in a small town to now women creating our dream lives. Life has taken us so far, but we’ve stayed connected, because the seed of our dreams was planted back there, together. So many people ask me who my inspiration is, it’s always them, my sisters. Because I’ve seen how many versions of themselves they had to let go of to become who they are today. I know how hard they work every single day to get one step closer to the dreams we once spoke about as little girls. Love you, my girls. ❤️ To every dream 🥂🧿
One of the best gifts I’ve ever been given by my family is my sisters, all of them. I’m proud to say that I was born into a family full of strong women. Each one of them has dared to dream, build, and achieve everything they set their hearts on. This photo of me and my sisters (our 15 years apart challenge) is so special, from being girls in a small town to now women creating our dream lives. Life has taken us so far, but we’ve stayed connected, because the seed of our dreams was planted back there, together. So many people ask me who my inspiration is, it’s always them, my sisters. Because I’ve seen how many versions of themselves they had to let go of to become who they are today. I know how hard they work every single day to get one step closer to the dreams we once spoke about as little girls. Love you, my girls. ❤️ To every dream 🥂🧿
Becoming someone I actually like 🌹❤️
Becoming someone I actually like 🌹❤️
Becoming someone I actually like 🌹❤️
Becoming someone I actually like 🌹❤️
Just waiting for you to stop and start! 🩷🧿
I’m so proud of the person I’m becoming. People often talk about growth like it’s a beautiful, inspiring journey… but they rarely talk about the parts where you have to quietly bury old versions of yourself. The version of me that stayed silent when something hurt. The version of me that tolerated things I shouldn’t have. The version of me that didn’t know my worth yet. The version of me that loved people more than I loved myself. I’ve had to sit with myself. Notice my patterns. Listen to my fears. Unlearn things I thought were normal. And slowly break cycles I once believed were just “who I am.” Growth is not pretty. It’s uncomfortable. It’s humbling. Sometimes it feels like losing parts of yourself. But the truth is… you’re not losing yourself. You’re meeting the real one. I’ve questioned myself, corrected myself, forgiven myself, and started again more times than I can count. And I’m still learning. Still unlearning. Still growing. But today, I can say this with honesty I’m proud of the woman I’m becoming.
I’m so proud of the person I’m becoming. People often talk about growth like it’s a beautiful, inspiring journey… but they rarely talk about the parts where you have to quietly bury old versions of yourself. The version of me that stayed silent when something hurt. The version of me that tolerated things I shouldn’t have. The version of me that didn’t know my worth yet. The version of me that loved people more than I loved myself. I’ve had to sit with myself. Notice my patterns. Listen to my fears. Unlearn things I thought were normal. And slowly break cycles I once believed were just “who I am.” Growth is not pretty. It’s uncomfortable. It’s humbling. Sometimes it feels like losing parts of yourself. But the truth is… you’re not losing yourself. You’re meeting the real one. I’ve questioned myself, corrected myself, forgiven myself, and started again more times than I can count. And I’m still learning. Still unlearning. Still growing. But today, I can say this with honesty I’m proud of the woman I’m becoming.
I’m so proud of the person I’m becoming. People often talk about growth like it’s a beautiful, inspiring journey… but they rarely talk about the parts where you have to quietly bury old versions of yourself. The version of me that stayed silent when something hurt. The version of me that tolerated things I shouldn’t have. The version of me that didn’t know my worth yet. The version of me that loved people more than I loved myself. I’ve had to sit with myself. Notice my patterns. Listen to my fears. Unlearn things I thought were normal. And slowly break cycles I once believed were just “who I am.” Growth is not pretty. It’s uncomfortable. It’s humbling. Sometimes it feels like losing parts of yourself. But the truth is… you’re not losing yourself. You’re meeting the real one. I’ve questioned myself, corrected myself, forgiven myself, and started again more times than I can count. And I’m still learning. Still unlearning. Still growing. But today, I can say this with honesty I’m proud of the woman I’m becoming.
I’m so proud of the person I’m becoming. People often talk about growth like it’s a beautiful, inspiring journey… but they rarely talk about the parts where you have to quietly bury old versions of yourself. The version of me that stayed silent when something hurt. The version of me that tolerated things I shouldn’t have. The version of me that didn’t know my worth yet. The version of me that loved people more than I loved myself. I’ve had to sit with myself. Notice my patterns. Listen to my fears. Unlearn things I thought were normal. And slowly break cycles I once believed were just “who I am.” Growth is not pretty. It’s uncomfortable. It’s humbling. Sometimes it feels like losing parts of yourself. But the truth is… you’re not losing yourself. You’re meeting the real one. I’ve questioned myself, corrected myself, forgiven myself, and started again more times than I can count. And I’m still learning. Still unlearning. Still growing. But today, I can say this with honesty I’m proud of the woman I’m becoming.
I’m so proud of the person I’m becoming. People often talk about growth like it’s a beautiful, inspiring journey… but they rarely talk about the parts where you have to quietly bury old versions of yourself. The version of me that stayed silent when something hurt. The version of me that tolerated things I shouldn’t have. The version of me that didn’t know my worth yet. The version of me that loved people more than I loved myself. I’ve had to sit with myself. Notice my patterns. Listen to my fears. Unlearn things I thought were normal. And slowly break cycles I once believed were just “who I am.” Growth is not pretty. It’s uncomfortable. It’s humbling. Sometimes it feels like losing parts of yourself. But the truth is… you’re not losing yourself. You’re meeting the real one. I’ve questioned myself, corrected myself, forgiven myself, and started again more times than I can count. And I’m still learning. Still unlearning. Still growing. But today, I can say this with honesty I’m proud of the woman I’m becoming.
I’m so proud of the person I’m becoming. People often talk about growth like it’s a beautiful, inspiring journey… but they rarely talk about the parts where you have to quietly bury old versions of yourself. The version of me that stayed silent when something hurt. The version of me that tolerated things I shouldn’t have. The version of me that didn’t know my worth yet. The version of me that loved people more than I loved myself. I’ve had to sit with myself. Notice my patterns. Listen to my fears. Unlearn things I thought were normal. And slowly break cycles I once believed were just “who I am.” Growth is not pretty. It’s uncomfortable. It’s humbling. Sometimes it feels like losing parts of yourself. But the truth is… you’re not losing yourself. You’re meeting the real one. I’ve questioned myself, corrected myself, forgiven myself, and started again more times than I can count. And I’m still learning. Still unlearning. Still growing. But today, I can say this with honesty I’m proud of the woman I’m becoming.
