Contrary to the consumerist myth, Kāma doesn't only refer to erotic acts or sex. It refers to all the things and activities which produce prītī and pleasure. The opposite of kāma is asukha.
So Kāmasūtra enlists painting, wine, music, dancing, teasing, titilation, and even fighting as one of the sixty-four components/ kalā of Kāma.
I am still basking at how organic their seduction is?
They draw each other out, they retreat, they laugh and smile. Aryan stops Sundar from putting lal abeer on Imlie, not with any agression, but with a mischeivious promise — washing the colour off his hands with bhang, Imlie sees the colour drip drip drip down. Not with any intimidation but with the joy of resolve.
They run parallel. Having people adorn each other with yellow colour— the colour of happiness, lf vasant, of fertility. She goads him, ducks and draws the attention of her (fake?) mother-in-law. Declaring their wills of war to everyone there. They run again in happiness, and they come together in prītī
Ānkhon ki gustāñkhiyāñ... māfa hoñ.
But not really. They feign a stalemate. They break the ceasefire, they laugh as they do it. They laugh as they come together to fight again. They laugh as she asks him to disarm himself. They are so stupidly happy, fighting with each other. These two.
Kehti hai duniyā Ishq jise meri jāna e-man,
Isa ek lafza meñ hi chupi qayanāt hai.
[Uff, how did I forget the lyrics to my favourite song?]
Yet, they are an unshakeble team when it comes to protecting each other from an external threat. A harbinger of asukha. Of discord that had been broiling. Someone who wants to objectify and own them.
All without a plan like puzzle pieces falling in places unsespectingly.
I want their seduction to always this full of happiness and rasa.
Haayeeeeeeeee.