Firstly, my apologies to Twerping, and to Priveer Fans.
Out of everyone on this site, she has been a fervent Priveer shipper, a woman who's writing was so poignant and emotional when she fleshed out a broken love story--she made me a Priveer shipper too. Made me ignore that a police officer does not DO the things this man is doing. A hero does not do this to his heroine, especially when that heroine is the frail, clearly traumatized and vulnerable Priyanka Singh Oberoi. Twerping, you, and the other amazing writers did this to me. You should not read this post. You all have made me see not the character on screen, but the man you imagined. The broken, tormented, angry yet honorable man you created made me love the ACP Randewa onscreen. Made me cheer for the woman he will win, the love story he will get. But Twerping, and all you Priveer fans-- there is no such man. And there will be no such love story.
What we have onscreen is a study in abuse. And I know Gul Khan and her minions will turn this disgusting situation into some secondary love story. Will glorify this way of literally terrorizing a woman with the worst, most socially deviant of crimes, and tricking her into a lifetime of being abused. Here the bully gets the victim. The coward who cannot face the strong brother instead, breaks apart the weaker sister. Where the rule of misogyny is allowed to dominate. A world where the crimes of the men are paid for -in blood, through violence on their bodies-- by their women. Where a woman who tries to resist such cruelty, who speaks up and says she hates this man-- must be broken, must be psychologically and emotionally ripped apart for daring to say--no.
This ACP is not a police officer. A man of the law? Please. He is barely a man. And he is not a hero. If he has drugged a virginal woman who is already slipping down the slope of emotional torment into thinking she is pregnant, he is committing a form of rape I hadn't even imagined existed. He is raping her mind, drugging her body, terrorizing her sense of safety, her honor. Giving her drugs without her consent is violating her. He is a rapist without having penetrated her body, because he has committed violence against her very soul. And he is a terrorist because he is using the trauma he created, for his plans. He is clouding her mind with fumes of fear.
Imagine. You have been forced to spend time with a powerful man. Who has terrorized you into going wherever he wants to take you. And one day, you wake up, and you don't remember what you did last night. You don't know why you are feeling this way. Dirty, queer, oddly tired, heavy. Your mind panics. Your body starts heaving, you are missing your period. You ask, you beg, you demand to know, from him -- what did you do? What happened? You don't remember. You feel the panic close your throat down because you were vulnerable in front of him you don't trust him not to hurt you, and oh God, YOU DONT REMEMBER.
And then, he breaks your world apart. You had sex, he tells you. You can't, you gasp. You never would do that, you are waiting for marriage, for your family to make that choice for you. That's not the kind of girl you are, you value your family's pride in you. And to do this, with HIM? What does this say about you, your sense, your intelligence? That's not how you see him, your stalker, your terrorist. You don't desire him, you fear him. And even if you got drunk, even if you were out of your mind, you are not the kind of girl who would do... But yes, he says. Smirking, in control. I've seen you. I've taken you. I have you. And you feel yourself weightless, sinking, as if the waters are drowning you. Your very voice is stilled. Your screams, your torment. They cant come out. You cant run. Its over.
You have been betrayed by YOU. Your body has done something against your mind, your control, your sense. And then, the panic, the raw terror. Pregnant? No no. God would not be so unkind. And yet, it seems true. What do you know? Who do you ask? Shame! The agony of shame! Your terrorist smirks, agrees to marry you. If you will arrange things with that arrogant proud aristocratic brother of yours. And if SSO will act properly cowed, be submissive, will lower his head to reflect the shame you have brought him, maybe your terrorist will marry you.
You tell him, your superman, your life line. You think you'd rather die, you think you already know what guilt and agony feels like. But he holds you, he hugs you, he promises the world will not hurt you. He is broken, you know it. You absorb his disappointment, you bleed with it. And he does what he does best. Takes your pain, makes it his, swears to protect you. Too little, too late. And then his own heart breaks in front of you, because of the situation you caused. For a moment, your pride rears its head, roars at you. For a moment you are Prinku Pehelwan. But your terrorist remembers your fears well. You are given another lash from his whip. One more blow across your already bent back. A video. To permanently, remove your superman brother from your home. And you decide -- you will sacrifice everything, sit next to this monster, do rituals, calmly watch it all.
So you can save him. It's not just about you, and the "sin" in your belly anymore. You are already gone, already dead to yourself, already worthless from that moment, which you don't even remember, when you let your terrorist take your body. But you are an Oberoi, with an Oberoi's pride, somewhere. And a sister, first. Maybe you'll save one of them, at least. With your life sentence of being tied to your blackmailer.
And if this wedding goes through, or even if it does not, now, we know. This is the man Gul wants for this girl. This is a man who has already done these things to a woman he is sworn to protect, against beasts and criminals exactly LIKE HIM.
We know. Even her torment, is an example Randewa's contempt for her. The ultimate betrayal, because she is feeling these things in reality, every last feeling-- and it's not even true. He drugged her, terrorized her. He created fake evidence, used his power to undermine what little power over her life she has. He is tricking her so she will give up not just her voice, her choice of husband, her rights as a woman and her hopes. He is literally stealing from her every shred of agency, dignity and sense of family pride she has.
This is her hero. This is who Prinku gets. Endgame. Good luck turning this into a love story, Gul.
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