You've shown Khushi's fears so well here. The fear that's mingled with the guilt of being the cause of Arnav's injury. The fear that's mingled with the sense of deja vu. Images of her dying father intermingling with those of a bloodied Arnav in her mind. It's going to need a lot of "Kuch nahi hoga, Khushi. I'm here." by Arnav to calm her. I love the way he's so gentle with her. Drawing her out. Listening to her. Getting her bangles to see the smile on her face. Teasing her. Cuddling her. Enveloping her in care.
Sakshi and Ashok are such a wonderful inspiration for Arnav and Khushi. Firm, warm, clear sighted, loving, guiding without directing. Excellently written characters. Each conversation between them speaks of the respect and love they have for the other.
"They were Khushi and Arnav's roses" - a lovely way of showing their parent's concerns over their marriage being alleviated. It was almost like a passing on of the baton.
And now waiting to see how the two of them find a path to walk on together :)
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