Blast from the Past Thread #25 Extn ** Khushi, I... ** P 119, Ep 274 - Page 60

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

Episode 263

Arnav's Thoughts

It is dark.

The scent of dust, mold and mildew surrounds me as I inhale the musty aroma. The chair is hard against my back and ropes constrict my movement.

I am trapped.

I have been kidnapped.

Why? I don't know.

My head is foggy from lack of proper nourishment. My blood sugar must be low. I am diaphoretic. Did I take my medicine? It's so hot in here I can hardly breathe or is that the ropes tied tightly across my chest are constricting me?

I struggle to free myself, sweat streaming down my brow.

I need to get out of here. I need to go home. I need to see Khushi.

Khushi...I whisper.

My Khushi.

All that has happened between us is naught. It doesn't matter, for I love you. The gravity of this situation has made me realize this.

Khushi...

And there you are before my eyes.

Is this really happening? I smile.

You have tears in your eyes and they are flowing freely down your cheeks. You reach out and touch my face. The feel of your palm caressing my face causes me to surrender to your gentle touch.

Khushi...

I struggle to touch you but am restrained. Is it really you, I ask? Are you really here or are you in my dreams?

Khushi...

I do love you, you know even though I may not show it.

I was so angry, infuriated by the thought of you and Shyam. Infuriated that you would cheat my sister and me. I never listened to your explanations. I just couldn't, I just didn't trust you. My heart was broken the night I opened the terrace door and anger took over. Revenge substituted for love in my heart.

But reality has brought me to this point.

I know the truth.

Khushi...

I struggle to touch you but am restrained. Is it really you, I ask? Are you really here or are you in my dreams?

I hold tightly to a pom pom that was hanging on your dress sleeve. I grasped it and pulled as I took my passport and ticket from your hand. It has kept me going. It has kept me alive, the hope of seeing you again.

And here you are.

Khushi...

You know leaving you was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Did you know I was coming back to you? I didn't understand why I couldn't stop thinking about you, why thoughts of you kept racking my brain. I kept pushing away those nagging thoughts but I finally realized I couldn't leave you. I wanted to work things out; wanted to trust you and our love.

Khushi...

Do you remember when I was watching you the day before the wedding when you were preparing to feed all those guests? I watched you as you gave orders to the cook; I was mesmerized by you.

You were setting the table and you looked absolutely adorable in your yellow, no orange outfit, was it? All I know was my eyes couldn't leave you and then you looked up at me. Our breaths caught, didn't they? You felt it too...I saw that slight smile on your face.

Khushi...

I struggle to touch you but am restrained. Is it really you, I ask? Are you really here or are you in my dreams?

The second most difficult day of my life was not celebrating with you and my family, my dead mother's birthday, you know the first- the death of my parents. I always had to go away. Running from my reality but it is you, Khushi, who has softened my reality. I was coming back to you. I wasn't going to London. I wanted to work things out.

But they took me.

Kidnapped.

Why? I don't know.

Khushi...

All I know is that as I sit here in this chair in the darkness with lights strobing through the window, the smell of must in my nares tightly gripping your pom pom, is that...

I love you.

These may be my last words.

Khushi...

I struggle to touch you but am restrained. Is it really you, I ask? Are you really here or are you in my dreams?

As I struggle to touch you, you finally answer me...

It IS a dream, Arnav,

It IS a dream,

And you disappear.

Originally posted by: indi52

smashing edit, durga...
absolutely beautiful.

and the poem... you have taqleef becoming chot... exquisite. and then begairat, bemuravvat... i am leaping up and down sensing the pain and scattering but no idea what the words mean.. somehow that feels even better... yes yes i am that filmi kind, when a word suggests things and i have no idea what it means, something even more intense in it... spent most of my life not understanding a single word in those urdu filled hindi songs... shikanj, shiddat, arzoo...rehnuma, pardanasheen... h i could practically understand nothing and yet, how much i loved it all.

okay, i see they mean...irresponsible, disrespectful... but uff begairat, bemuravvat.

and after all this while he actually gave her something jo saha na jaaye.

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

Durga I feel her pain. Brilliant! Just love your poems and how you recreate the scenes with your words in prose. Marvelous! You have me in tears!😭👏

Originally posted by: aarwen

Waah waah Durga di!

Begairat, bemuravvat .. In our hindi classes we learnt anupras alankar.. alliteration.. and now here I see a real life example.. beautiful words and the translation helped to know what they exactly mean 👏

Originally posted by: Horizon

Nice poem and edit durga. LOvely flow of language with a music like feel. Reminded of my fav song for their troubled marriage "tu jaane na" ..love that song immense, lyrics, and picturization.. perhaps the resemblance is the word jaana.. one day perhaps you should tune all your poems.. like you did one of them..
berukhi, bewafai ka taana, and dekha andekha karna..you caught her frustrated helplessness so well..

Originally posted by: sohara

awesome as always.

wonderful edit.

How beautifully you expressed Khushi's pain. How could she bear so much hate from the man she loves most.

This lines are my favorite

Yun bigde halaat, sambhale na jaaye

Aapki berukhi, humse sahi na jaaye

Originally posted by: DurgaS

Rhea,

I am in a hurry doing random things, but couldn't help but stop and read these beautiful lines.

And I think this is an awesome piece of work. 👏 What Arnav and Khushi are thinking or rather ought to be thinking, beautifully put. I wonder what gems you all have been adding in your reviews. Hoping to read all soon. 😊

Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 266 Part 2

They did not tear their gaze away from each other. The thought of moving away was not even remotely present. She was not shy and he would not be distracted. They lay there in a state of rapture..

If inside in that stifling musty dark warehouse we saw a young boy and girl delighfully forget the world, hidden behind those boxes in bright sunlight we see a man and woman loose themselves in each other.

He grasped her and leapt to take shelter behind the mountain of cardboard boxes. She lay cocooned in his fierce embrace. Her head burrowed into his shoulder. Frightened she whimpers holding him tight. Her eyes were clenched shut and it felt like she almost wanted to will away the danger. Here wrapped up in her Arnavji's strong arms she was safe.

He lay still. Alert. Tensed taut face peering to get a sense of the whereabouts of their pursuers. One protective arm flung across her petite back. If he could he would steal her away from this harsh world. Keep her safe, guard her laughter, treasure her innocence.

The music caught on before he did that they were lying, their torsos entwined closer and more physically connected than they had ever been. Of course they fell all the time, but the music knows that today is special. Before this they have never been forced to savour the moment.

There was the peril of death. Danger of being caught. And surrounded, but undeterred were two lovers. Even before the man and his woman knew the music could tell. Rabba ve sang of sorrow and pain, but also of their love. Tere ishq mein.. In your love.. But ishq has an almost passionate connotation to it as Wiwy and I had been discussing earlier.

Minute details.. Their heaving breaths. She has had dhak dhaks and been breathless when he has been near, but this time it is mix of exhaustion and terror for both. The sweetest part, the panic is more for the sake of the other. She clutching on to his shirt collar. Crumpling it in her tight grip.

He had confessed his love on a phone call. Direct as always he said.. Khushi I love you.. She has confessed her love by finding a way to get to him. Running into his arms, throwing him out of balance with her enthusiasm and desperation. They had let happiness take over. Now it was time for awareness.

His jaw clnched and the stubbled cheek wobbled a little. Her plum lips rested delicately against his nape. His face was also close. Those lips of his just shy of brushing her cheek. Slowly she raised her head to meet his piercing eyes. Unhesitating and now looking all grown up, ASR stared and drank her in to his heart's content. The bleeding cut across his face added a striking dash of vivid raw red into the frame, just like her dress. The color of passion and desire.

For a fleeting exquisite moment their nose touched gently. Her gaze gets drawn to his lips. Maybe she didn't know what she really wishes for, maybe she did, maybe it doesn't really matter. Maybe he thought of the first time her lips had caught his attention when she had landed into his arms. Maybe he remebered the bewitching wonder filled night of Diwali. Or maybe he was too dazed to register any coherent thought overwhelmed with the thankfulness of having her safe in embrace.

She has shown through her every gesture , every word, every look how much she loves him. And he has allowed himself to feel the love he has for her. And she lay flush against him, sweet, trembling and trusting,

Being able to hold onto the person you love. Hold him close so you can feel his heart beating against your own. Experience the unison of rhthym. Breathe in her fragrance. His breath tickling. As your body registers it is wrapped in the arms of person it belongs to how it revels in the feeling of safety and wonder. Together, entwined, connected lay Arnav and Khushi.

Evil has its uses. The threat of Shyam was the cause which led to the effect of ASR compelling Khushi to marry him. If good old Rocky inadvertently brought about a most beautiful hug, then today three stoogies served the higher purpose of orchestrating this moment of pure bliss for Mr and Mrs Raizada.

And though I thought of sensible things during the extraordinarily touching scene I also was expectant and wishing an incomplete experience reached completion today. And because I do think there are two characters who till now were cheated of a lot of fun they could have had, I needed to give them a voice.. Guess who?

Flawed, and certainly assymmetrical,

But have you seen me smirk?

When just a 'hi' comes out of me,

Girls young and old do get entirely hysterical.

I could show you love, that you only have felt from far.

Tease and torture, also leave you begging for more.

We are so impossibly close, I daresay.

Darling, you don't know what we missed out on today.

Oh you do look unbearably inviting.

Generally am moving excitedly with all the talking,

But with you in front of me, coy I do become.

What would it be like to feel you against me just this once?

A lovely round shape, startled I do take, delectable, glossy and pink.

My quiver, had it not caught your attention the very first time?

We should have come together right then.

Time and time again, this I do think.