Originally posted by: Ipoona
Episode 119
Aab say ...
He had barged into the house, mouthing off, almost running over Hari Parkash ... Where the hell ... And then all of a sudden, he seems to have frozen, staring into space ... As though he could sense something ... His eyes slide as though searching for a lost moment. His body had stilled, as if bound by some forgotten memory ...
His body and heart always contradict his own emotions to display
Hari's brothers, Jai and Om, both had warned him. Keep out of his way, they had cautioned ... Completely unreasonable ... consistently volatile ... but also, they both had conceded, exceptionally low maintenance, exceedingly generous and on rare, rare occasion, surprisingly polite ... But still, best to lie low, they had repeatedly advised.
You know I mentioned this before as that was my curiosity why Hari, Om , and Jai Parakash...it's not because they were loyal or may be they have some old connections of service to this family but they have deep meaning as these are God's name and have symbolical connections ...that's how i see it.
Jai...light...on Janmashtami...Arnav lit the diya
Om..Shanti, peace...Whenever he is angry because of her in the beginning because of her distance and his last appearance was when she returned the key as distance is done.She will neverbe apart physically.
Hari...whenever he is calm because of her...hari is the one who dropped the tea on him..[yes face was different our IPK stylwa] but Hari shows him ways...
But really ...Something sure seems off right now ... Bhayai seems ... Lost ? He should say something, do something ...
Kya hua Bhaiya ? Hari Parkash, ventures bravely.
Bhaiya had returned to earth in a instance, demanding to know where his Singhania file was. Hari Prakash is at a loss and evades a direct response .. Um ... Mujeh ... Bhayia hadn't stuck around for an answer...
Hari is the color of the SUN...and they both got engaged under the sun and now he is asking where the Khushi is ?How ironic is that...I love this part of IPK and that draws me into this .
He is upstairs banging drawers open and slamming closet doors shut ... He rushes down the stairs, his impatience evident in each hurried stride. Seeing Hari Parkash tending to some plants, he inquires tersely ... Di Kidhar hai ?
Hari, has no clue ... Di ... Shaid kitchen mein, he fibs ... But he does know where Bhaiyas honay vali mangater is ... Maybe that'll help soothe Bhayais's foul mood ... Aur Lavanyaji ... He begins to offer helpfully.
Hari gave him the answer , go she is there Mr Prince😆
Hadn't expected it at all ... Poor Hari ... His head had literally been bitten off ... Eyes flashing fire, finger pointed instructively, he is warned, Jitna poocha jaya, utna jawab diya karo ! Well excuse me for trying to help ... His brothers had not been exaggerating!
Irritated, he mumbles bad temperedly, Iss ghar mein kabhi kuch nahi mil sakta hai ... Don't know where to find the goddamn file ...
ASR ... Breath ... Calm down ... Slow down ... Miljayaygi ... File milaygi aur voh bhi ... The one that has you restlessly raging like a foul tempered bull ...
Di ! he hollers, striding into the kitchen.
She is teetering on a stool, all her weight held precariously in place, by her slippered, arched toes, her arms elongated trying to reach for the tel ka canaster.
He does not believe in destiny ...
Just yesterday he had gone chasing after her, minutes after she had left him, minutes after he had told her he never wanted to see her again. Just yesterday, all divinity had colluded to bring them together ... And then once again, just yesterday, they had vowed, for the umpteenth time, they would not to see each other ... Tumhari shakal nahin dekhni hai ... Tumsay baat nahin karni hai ... Just yesterday day, contrary to their words, their paths had aligned and they walked together, side by side, in the same direction. There is no denying their destiny.
She had literally fallen from the heavens in his arms the first time around ... Months of vociferous denials, weeks of interminable battles, a few halcyon days of a drugged enchantment and one dark, dark night of uncontrolled passions, violent rejections, harsh dismissals, were now all converging to this one moment.
Her closed eyes is making him forget all , that's it.There is a peace in her for him and that's what makes him not to let her go.Even he puts her down , his right hand on her waist takes time to release her and she is right next to his heart and she flushed with that heat too.
Di!
She startles ... Her balance compromised ... She starts to fall ... Instinctively, he surges forward and receives her, with both hands ... A gift from the gods, again ... His arms tight around her, she fits perfectly in his cupped arms ... A perfect catch !
He does not believe in destiny ...
But Hari just helped him...
Does he think about that when he stares at her face ? Not likely ... She had not been gone twenty four hours ... Does he think why she keeps dropping from the heavens into his arms over and over again ? Not just yet ... He had been looking for her all morning ... all his life ... and here she was ... Like magic ... Once again ... Dropping out of thin air ... The most unlikely of times ... The most absurd of places ... The most inconceivable of events ... She too cannot stray too far from him ... Like a homing pigeon ... She keeps coming back ...
Hum chakar bhi aap se door nahin reh pate...is right here...her sensing her finger the vein of which goes right to the heart.His heart , her heart which are connected but they acknowledged it later.
Her eyes open slowly, her arms tight around his neck, she blinks her wonder ... He holds her high, her face inches away ... He has found her ... His breath is still suspended ... His eyes are riveted to her faces ... She is back, just like the last time ... Give up, his eyes says ... Don't let her go, his heart drums ... Her duppata flutters languidly in content approval ... Their song hums an unhurried, slumberous tune ..
Reality seeps in slowly ... She is back ... In his arm ... How does this keep happening !!! Tum yahan kya kar rahi ho, meinay kaha tha na aapni shakal mat dekhana. Just get lost, he snarls, mean heartedly, his arms still tight around her. His harsh words contradict everything his body is saying ... Aap humay janay dengay, tab na .
Aleways...she will understand it but feels it always
She is right ... His grip on her has not loosened a smidgen. He is taken aback momentarily and then sets her down. He does not just put her down. He turns, he pulls her closer to him, dips, leaning into her and sets her down, his arms still around her waist. His words can say what they want, his body protests in reluctance, delaying every move. She steps away.
A revoltingly, distasteful, uncouth, vulgur, unforgivable triade follows. Yeh mat samjna ki tum is ghar say aur paisay nikalva sakogi ... How completely crass ... That too, after he took care of her hospital bill ... Put his hand on her head as an unfailing promise ... Nothing in the world can justify his lack of decency at this moment ...
That is his self guard mechanism against this girl who is part of him and that's what he doesn't want to as he is afraid to admit it , here is his past , woh aurat...he thinks or may be it was planted in his head the woman of this part of mediocre are always behind money...tum jaisi larki....before Guest house incident...who he is referring to ...yes that has a strong link in his past which never been explored properly but we are seeing here.
Khushi just refuses to see him ans distant herself and that was his shanghania file...but now here is she...why?
The moemnt Di said she is not here for money, he is done and knows why is she here...and again he curbs the distance to make her realize his intention so she can admit to him but she is mini of him...EGO master...alright as you wish...your command is mine but this time he wasn't angry just trails her down as she is in front of him...What crap?...I want to slap both of these idiots...
He knows her reality ... Even if he chooses to ignore her inherent honesty ... He has been to her modest home ... A sick father, four women, no evident means of an income. The youngest in the family, working in his home to support her family. Why ASR is it okay for you to chase after a good life ... You seem to have enough to last you a few good lifetimes and beyond ... Why is what you indulge in not avarice ? And she should be at the beck and call of your family for no pay ? Yes, that seems to sit well with your sense of outrage...
hmmm...he has no problem for that , you are taking it at a different track...he is the one who franchises her dabba service ...and all...this period his biggest thing is throwing her away from him...her seher which is making him paagal..yeh larki mujhe paagal kar keh chode gi...as he can't live without her.his desires to have her is burning him day and night and as a young boy especially that is the worse part of loving some one and can't have her...trust me...same comes later during temple wedding...he can't let her go so he forced her to be with him either hook or crook...and after when she leaves him at the verge of contract , same tumhain paa kar rahoonga..same thing there too...
THis is just his way of doing and saying things without putting a thought into...same when he dropped money to get her back in RM
which connects to eik din keh extra paise do shauq se ruke gi...uhhh..rich boy thing...to insult...jo tumhain chahiye tha woh tou tumhain mil gaya ...eik ameer adami...blah blah...WHY because his running from the fact that he can't lose her, if she will accept that she loves SHyam then...and he wants her to accept his need in his life...that he NEEDS him the very same he needs her...The moment SHE does that , he turns around...on airport "kyuonkeh baat aapki hai isliye fadak padta hai...and he Khushi se door jane main kyuon itni taqleef ho rahi hai and his soft expressions convey his desires...but he had his movie to attend..😆more impt
kya karoon main iss ASR ka...he is just 14 still..never grew up
His Di had come and set the record straight. Khushiji was here at no cost to him. He can keep his precious money. His vulgar tirade is his defense mechanism ... A distancing tool, that has failed him every time. Does this shame him into his next strategy ? Not at all ...
Yes ... This was the perfect solution. The ache in his chest had eased ... His Nani had just said, a few hours ago, Khushiji ki aadat pad gayi hai ... Well, he finally concedes, he was addicted. That much there was no point denying ... And what do you do to an addiction ? Either you go cold turkey ... Which he had tried several times and failed miserably ... Or you wean off slowly ... Maybe this is the cure ...
Just to have her flitting around him ... Within line of vision ... So that he doesn't feel that, What was it he had felt ??? Desperation ? No ... It had been more than that ... Gut wrenching, chest constricting, emotional torture ... Yes ... This will work out. At least he can breath now ... Not like last night, when he had felt his heart would explode at the thought of never having to see her again. Now, according to this new strategy, all he has to do is not talk to her ... As simple as that ...
Khushi, he stops her, Aab say ... He says ...
Famous last words, I say ...
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