memories of this scene.when the dori snapped i almost stopped breathing. shocking. what were they showing?!! crash of thoughts knocking out my senses.
yet, i could feel a sexual tension. i was drawn to the scene. i couldn't look away.
i searched for something wholesome in his eyes. but there was only anger, no it was fury, mixed with derision, nothing else.
in hers was shock, fear, worry, horror.
the pearls dropped on the floor and scattered. the staccato beat, ominous and echoing with a sense of foreboding.
who would pick up those pearls flung asunder and string them all back together again.
or were they to be lost forever? never to be retrieved, nothing strung back? something broken forever?
between here and the terrace scene
a whole lifetime has passed and an emotion that at best got a derisive laugh from him has come to stay in arnav singh raizada.
he feels a feeling for khushi that he never thought he was capable of.
it is powerful, it is ever present, it consumes him. in this state, about to confess this emotion that he has not yet given a name to, arnav sees the "scene" on that fateful evening.
that evening in sheeshmahal, the very first day they met,
his mind had stopped functioning, all logic flew out the ornate windows, a desperate need to do something to wipe away a horrible image unleashed him on a course of action.
what drove him that evening were his feelings for his vulnerable di, his love for her.
a love that was paramount in his set of emotions, a love he felt no awkwardness or hesitation in giving a name to. a love he would do anything for.
not to forget, he was already in a heightened state of emotion as this was his return to the home he had been thrown out of and where he lost his parents and childhood forever.
was there even a trace of a feeling for the girl who had suddenly appeared that evening and ruined his signature show?
perhaps none.
but i would like to think that as he went from complete bafflement to utter fury, arnav singh raizada had also sensed a stirring of some sort in him. no, not love at first sight.
instead something more smoky, more visceral, that lingers but has no clear reason, rhyme, or name.
just a whispering, a calling from another place. i imagine she felt it too.
the evening on the terrace though was different.
that stirring had grown to a delicious emotion he wanted more, much more of. he was going to tell her "farq kyon padta hai."
for the first time ever, we saw him smile and flirt openly with her that morning itself. remember that fabulous "smiling at you" walk shared by the two?
and now he was all set to tell her why.
when he sees this.
his world falls apart.
di and her betrayal by her beloved husband blows him away.
but i believe what tears him to shreds is the sight of his beloved in another man's arms.
i have to say that barun sobti's expressions at that moment made me think: o my god this man is a fabulous actor, i am looking at someone with the potential of one of the greats.
this time again his anger would cause untold damage. though he does attempt to manage the situation as sensibly as possible:
he tries to talk to shyam, who provokes not placates. he tries to tell di, then she tells him she is pregnant.
in desperation, arnav singh raizada, looks for a solution.
his mind says he has to protect the one he has always protected, his di, from this conniving, immoral khushi who is going to snatch her husband away.
his heart cries out at what he interprets as khushi's two-facedness, her immoral and flagrant betrayal of trust,
a trust he had put in her, he who found it next to impossible to trust anybody.
his hope that in her life he made a "farq" lay shattered. in this state he takes a decision.
does he again snap a dori, and pearls scatter, their staccato beat echoing in my ears?
no, this time he ties a dori.
maybe angrily, heartlessly, insultingly even, definitely in mad extreme emotion.
but this time he ties a string, a mangalsutra.
and thereby i guess hangs the tale.
thanks. huma, for that scene and that invitation to ponder. sorry, i tend to ramble. now let me go see the scene, this is all from a memory haha.
bye
indrani
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