Papard ka tookda hai ... Jab dekho ukhada hai ...
This man, sitting on his bent knees ... Who is he ??? He could not be the same man who had just last night shown her a ferocity ... a vitiriol she didn't think she was capable of inspiring ... Was he the same man ... Arnav Singh Riazada ...The Rakshus ... who since the moment she has met him has been nothing but completely intolerant ... Arrogant ... Belittling .. Unfair ... Ranting ... Raging ... Was he the same man who speaks only in terse biting mono syllables ... and now is laying his heart open ... Who is he ... How can both be the same ...
The mask has slipped and for the first time she sees Arnav ... She sees his Di's Chottay ... her Papard ka tukra ...
Was it just last night that he had ordered her out of his home .. his life ... ripped her dignity ... her self respect to shreds ... Just last evening she had been worried about how Anjaliji would have felt at the way he spoke to not only her, Khushi ... but even to Anjaliji, his older sister ... At this moment ... all that seems unimaginable ... The man she now sees seems incapable of the such venom ...
As derisively predicted, she had showed up at Shanti Van at the appointed hour ... He had opened the door ... Briefly taken aback ... as though he had been expecting to see someone else ... But no real surprise ... No disappointment ...But no smugness either ... Just a clear reiteration with his eyes ... He is NEVER wrong ... She had thinned her lips and lowered her eyes in patent dissaproval at his hubris.
His Di had been missing since ... God know when ... His Naniji had been furious ... All this is because he had been so careless with his actions and words ... Not caring that Khushi is there in their midst, Naniji had taken charge and had scathingly cut him to size ... He is to take Khushi with him and go look for his Di ... Bahut man mani kar li hai aapnay ...
He had driven fast in the pelting rain ... his hands restless ... his phone ringing ... his focus divided ... Yet had noticed she was not wearing her seat belt ... Her first trip in his car ... She will soon learn of his fastidious penchant for safety ... Seat belt pahno ... Her nervous fingers struggle with the belt, unable to release it. Irritated he slams on his brakes and leans over ...
One brief fleeting moment in their lives ... Yet the kind of moment that memories are made of ... a moment so electric that they will surely lie awake thinking about it ...
He spans across her ... His chest inches away ... His arm raised across her face ... His seductive woody cologne ... Her heady floral Itar ... The dense slice of air between them ignites in an instance ... She turns her head sideways and presses herself back into the seat ... trying to increase the distance between them ... Trying to avoid even a littlest contact ... He clips her seatbelt with un-required force ... giving her a withering look ... It is all her fault ...
His argument with his Di ... Her being missing right now ... Saab tumhari galati hai !!! And what of this goddam thing between them ... that refuses to die down ... He had felt he would burn up if he so much as laid a finger on her ... even at a time like this ... Even when he sick out of his mind with worry ... WT* is this ??? All because of her !!!
It is Shookarvar !!! Of course ... She stutteringly prompts him to the obvious place ... Devi Maiya ka bada mandir ... He know his Di well yet the thought had not occurred to him or anyone else for that matter ... He steers his SUV around ... arriving there moments later ... He leaps up the temple steps two at a time ... arrving to see his Di sitting, leaning against a column ... weeping ...
She peeks from under her umbrella ... unable to move away ... Brother and sister ... Mother and son ...
He sits on the floor... knees bent ... leaning in ... Pleading ... recounting his many failings ... begging to be forgiven ... His voice thick ... his tone gruff ... his eyes soft ... He is badtameez ... He is temperemental ... duniya kay liya ... but never for his Di ...
Galti ho gai Di ... Maff kar do ...
A man, we will later learn how difficult it is for him to say sorry ... yet no hesitation here .. no shame ... just an sincere heartfelt apology ... His voice faltering as it travels past the unshed tears lined in his throat ... Past the fear that resides in his chest ... Fear of abandonment ... Fear of loss ...
Mujej iss duniya say koi matlab nahi hai Meri asli duniya toh aap ho ... Di phir kabhi khona mat please ... Bacchpan say dekh rahi ho Jo kho jaatay hai voh vapis nahin aatay ... Maar maar kar mei jaan laylayna ... Di ... Par Maa ki tehrah mujeh chod kar mat jana ...
His Di who has nurtured him ...has calmed him through similar bouts of panic ... Lovingly hugs him ... assuring him ... Nothing like that will ever happen again ... The bad times will not come again ... and with her inherent gentle tact moves the conversation ... How did he know where to find her ...
Khushi ... His lowered eyes do not answer ... Khushi
His Di sees her and delightfully calls out ... Khushi??? Khushi hesitatingly nods and smiles her acknowledgement ...
He raises his head to see her ... A few meters away ... She has witnessed him with his mask off ... She has seen the man behind the facade ... Khushi refuses to meet his eyes, turns and shields herself with her umbrella ...
Di Khushi ghar vapis aa gayi hai ...
Jhanak
Bigg Boss 19
