Blast from the Past Thread #25 Extn ** Khushi, I... ** P 119, Ep 274 - Page 61

Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 265

"Shame to shame" said mamiji. Really what a shame that all this following of clues failed to generate suspense. A few days back while mamiji and Khushi had watched the security footage and mamiji's hand had involuntarily risen to console her dear Arnav bitwa's wife I had wanted more from the scene. But today when the gruff old mamiji suggested Khushi stay back in her maternity home I felt a stirring in my heart. This lady did know the usually bright chirpy girl was going crazy with worry. And why would she not know, since it was apparent to all that Khushi loved her Arnavji to distraction and was inconsolable without him. Furthermore mamiji was in on the inside story. Arnav bitwa was kidnapped. That she conveniently forgot all this when Khushi and Arnav returned and were blaming Shyam I cannot fathom why.

And so the episode moved on. Khushi stood with her back facing Rocky. Rocky was delightfully unruly goon like with the paan shop owner. Khushi turned and her eyes registered the scorpion tattoo. She followed him at a distance I personally thought was foolishly and dangerously too close. Even then I was pretty sure nothing important would happen. After all nothing major had happened yet, so it did not seem probable that our heroine would find her hero. Right then in edged Rocky from behind with a menacing look metal rod. Bamm! And a blood curdling cry.

Completely random screen space for Payal.

Fade out and Khushi wakes up. Her head hurting. The light bulb, the warehouse all uncannily similar to where ASR is held hostage, but I remembering thinking this is just a red herring. She is in a completely different place. Don't get your hopes high. They cannot meet yet. Then comes that ventilator. On the other side is ASR sitting. Am still worried though. What if they don't get to know how close they really are? His head lolling to the side, exhausted stance, eyes unfocused. He is somehow holding on. Suddenly a familiar gust of soothing wind and he sits up straight. She stills on the other side of the wall too. Rabba ve happily chimes in.. Both drawn to what lies beyond the wall. They have felt each other's presence. Utterly improbable, but their heart knows that the one it beats for is somewhere close. It does not seem unbelievable. It does not seem corny. All it shows is how magically compelling it is to watch their love story. And I shake my head and think, could it have been any other way.. They cannot be kept apart for long. Love was always destines to find its own way. If I could compose music, pen down poetry, paint a picture or even borrow verse from Shakespeare I would still not be able to fully capture how ethereal the scene felt.

Tenderly with so much love Arnav's shaky hand reaches out to touch the wall. He can't comprehend what it is that is calling out to him. Khushi's hand is right there across the barrier ready to reach out to him. A beautiful riveting long drawn out breathless expectant moment of mehsoos. Memories.. The first time his senses were thrown in disarray seeing her in red.. His color on her.. They lay entwined in a swirl of colors.. He had fallen and taken her with him.. Fallen.. In love? Holding her dainty foot and putting on her ma's Payal.. An intimate man woman moment.. Whom do you give such a right to? He had wanted to take care of her. She had run upto him and flung herself into his arms.

He stands up now. The feeling that she was somewhere near could no longer be ignored. How badly he had wanted to capture her inviting lips in his and maybe even do a lot more? How badly she wanted to experience what this man could make her feel? Both restless. Almost a sense of dance, where the dancers are trying to seek out each other, as on the opposite sides of that wall these two took complimenting steps exactly in sync. Not even sure what it is that they ache to find. The music picks tempo to match their movement.. enhances the escalating mood.. She closes her eyes and whispered "Arnavji".. A prayer that carried to him.. Drum beats, was it, that kicked in? His gut feeling was correct. She is right here.. "Khushi?" ..

Our clever ASR finally comprehends. She is across the wall. His fist hit the wall in impatience. He has to get to her. As always brilliant body language of Barun. And while ASR shows urgency Khushi shows another wonderful emotion.. Relief.. She lets go.. Ipk understood emotions perfectly. She has kept her worry in check because there was a much more vital task to take care of. Find Arnavji. Now that she has found him she allows herself to break down in relief. Sinks to the floor. And Khushi sobs sweetly flinging herself against the wall.

Resourceful as always he has figured out they can talk through the thankfully well placed ventilator. What is in his voice.. "Khushi.." breathlessness.. Worry.. Relief.. Love.. The high pitched rabba ve as she finally climbs up and they see each other was one of the two things that felt out of place to me. The second being the apparent set of wrong hands on either side.

Their fingers are entwined through the grill. His face has immeasurable peace in its expression. He is so happy to see her. I detect a dash of pride as well at his jhalli girl's ingenuity. He is grateful he gets to see her. And paramount he is delighted to see her display of love towards him. Because isn't this whole scene simply about that wondrous feeling called love?

She is smiling too. The imminent danger forgotten as they revel in the miracle. "Aakhir humne aapko dhoondh hi liya.." .. Words that tell him how much she has been through.. He nods.. "Dhoondh liya tumne".. Barun's rendition of Arnav has brought tears to my eyes time and again. All that his expressions convey if I sit to write this take might not ever end.. What has she really found? Colors in the dull life of the haunted shadows of ASR? Laughter in a broken boy who had forgotten to smile? Faith in the deep crevices of the sardonic man's tender heart? Love, when he thought he was incapable of experiencing this gift? Or breath in a man who had forgotten how alive he could feel? She clutches onto his hands brings her face closer. On holi she had displayed this same love and he had been touched beyond belief then too, but now after he has admitted his love for her when he had not expected her to be in front of him here she stood clearly very much in love with him too. He savours the feeling..

She loses control and behaves like a girl wanting reassurance.. He gladly takes over the mantle of the in control male.. "Khushi.. Shhh.. I am okay".. And now that I have seen you my darling and can feel all your love and care, how in the world can I be anything but okay?.. Are what his laconic words feel like to me.. He wants to break the grill to come to the other side. . She catches hold of his fingers even more desperately.. He had let go those very fingers at the airport, but today she can no longer bear even the slightest distance. His face shows the delight he feels. How do you tell a person you love him without uttering the words? You hold on to his fingers more firmly than ever and let your eyes and streaming tears do all the talking.. He understands. He is calm and indulgent.. Talks to her like you would to a child.. She brings out the same feeling of care and protectiveness in him.. Of course she also brings out other extremely grown up related feelings in him too, as we will soon get to witness and swoon over..

"Hum ye sab discuss ker lenge baad main.. phele mujhe ye grill torni hogi" .. He wants to break the grill.. she tries to help.. And why is it that even this slightly male dominant air that Arnav has of doing it himself and sending Khushi down, lest she hurt herself, feel this attractive? Quite independent minded I am, still completely smitten by this chivalrous protective Arnav. When her eyes couldn't see him there is an beguiling moment of innocent panic.. "Arnavji?" .. He seems to be bewitched by his wife showing all her love. Looking at the number of times I seem to mention this I guess this is what enchants me most today. His happiness at her openly unguarded display of love. The makers of the show almost consistently and unfailingly accurately understood this emotion and the actors portrayed it to perfection.

Into the frame creeps Rocky's arm to make this lovers meeting even more captivating. He is serving her good food, did you notice? He lets slip in a thick accented voice, he had hit her. Poor guy has just signed his near death sentence. ASR doesn't take kindly to people laying a finger on his wife. "Usne maara tumhe?" The rage and helplessness portrayed as ASR tightens his grip on the grill, his entire body convulsing forward. She doesn't care. All she can think of is it led her here.. to him.. He can't let it go this easily.. "usne tumhe maa..".. The lips purse.. he can't even bear to utter those words out loud.. How dare someone hit his Khushi.. "tumhe kuch ho jata toh?" .. How many times has he shouted these words before.. All the while his body seems to thrash out with the pent up anger, frustration.. And she smiles almost at peace through her tears.. "What's so funny? Muskura kyu rahi ho?" .. Here he is completely freaking out in anxiety and this jhalli girl smiles.. What the.. This intermingling of English words and Hindi in ASR's dialogue add so much to the character for me.. He is worried and less in control.. So naturally more English comes out in his thoughts.. Stylish classy this man thinks in English. You just know it.. I have seen a lot of actors try to mimic this English speaking modern air and not get it right while Barun with his slightly ajeeb accent fits in perfectly into character. He moulds it in such a way that it is impossible for me to now see a havard returned progressive intelligent character on screen without comparing him to Arnav Singh Raizada.

"Itne din jo ho gaye aapki daat sune".. She has missed his anger, that is also an essential definitive part of who he is. She has missed him so much. Khushi can't controlled the laughter any longer, while words desert him. Perhaps there is nothing left to say at this moment. His fingers again find hers. Who cares if the world is coming to end.. Who cares if their lives are in danger.. Who cares of anything.. The present is now.. And in this now they have just lived an eternity. They have each other. Safe in their sight. And sure it would have been even better if he could engulf her in his longing arms. Certainly it would have made her feel safer if she could feel his protective arms around her, but the touch of fingers and sight of the face they and with them we have been starving to get a glimpse of is enough to not want anything else.

A slight calming down as they get to gratefully drink in each other's presence. The frayed rope is put to use and the piano notes woo us further. He decides to ask the most important question.. "Khushi tumhe pata tha main koi musibat mein hun.. Kaise?".. In flashes those words.."Khushi I love you".. Her quiet eyes find his.. And though I do think Sanaya might have given an even better take throughout the 20 odd minutes if Barun was actually in front of her, the episode was nevertheless close to perfect.

Originally posted by: DurgaS

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Thanks for the help, Faiqa. 😳

Episode 249 - 250

Saha na jaaye

Yun bigde halaat, sambhale na jaaye

Aapki berukhi, humse sahi na jaaye

Pehle bhi kahi thi kayi kadvi baatein

Begairat, bemuravvat humey kaha tha aapne

Taqleef thi tab, par chot aaj gehri hai khayi

Bewafai ka taana humse saha na jaaye

Betaab hain ke, ye maamla sulajh jaaye

Zabardasti ka dhaaga, humse na choda jaaye

Karen kya jo aapko, humpe yakeen ho

Yun dekha andekha karna, humse saha na jaaye

I loved this poem , muahhh :)

Bemurravat,Beautiful word choice...instead of Begairat how about this

"Dagabaz, bemuravvat humey kaha tha apne"

Begairat is good on Shyam..not on her ...it is ususally used on Males

The last one is really emotive.

Durga I adored this poem a lot

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

Faiqa so long since I read it was so fabulous my heart in knot. Brilliant as always! comments in blue faves in red!

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

Rhea :) :) :)

Can't highlight at work...have some time so wanted to read you guys ...so starting with ya..

I LOVD TWO CONTRAST OF YOURS...

ONE YOU BROUGHT SO BEAUTIFULLY that what did she bring in his life?

A milestone question?

Everything,

A lost smile,

A lost breath,

A lost soul,

A lost love,

A lost touch ,

A lost feel

and above all A lost of a young boy , a 14 years old who got snatched in some where i between these years...

Yes She Found him...

Now what he found...

Yes he let her found him why?????and what she got??

Everything

A protector

A Caretaker

A soul mate

A lover

A chi various who was his own...A man who she wants to love all alone...The only one for whom her heart beats..

He is her pride and she is hers...How beautiful she takes that right with pride yes I found you and he lets her have it first time...yes you did after " main tumhain iss ka credit nahin dena chahata tha...when his voice came back...A big leap...

This is the first time she submits herself to him...after Airport where she just said it...opened her heart to him ..ut today she just crushed her soul mixing with him...He was so soft with her that she was missing his yelling and smiles when he does that...

Rhea this is your one of the best so far ...Taliyaann as those icons are not working ...

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 265

the breath was always key, at the core of story. saansey ruk jaygi, hamari dhadkane ek ho jaati hai, acidity, dhakdhak. there were many ways the breath came and gave life to story. what a breezy start..

and then there was gust of wind, smoothly breezing in, wrapping around two strangers who would be lovers one day, sometimes it lifted a veil and stroked against a man's face leaving a touch behind, at others it came and left in a quick swirl, or it came and stayed and breathed as if waiting for them to see something, to realise something. that day in berserai, way back in episode thirty something, they spoke not a word to each other, he tried, she rushed away, but for long moments, gust of wind stayed and murmured, a bated urgency in it.

i wonder was the wind as if a symbol of breath too? that of the skies, the heavens, the universe itself? i am letting myself go a bit into this ornament that decorated the love story... a simple sound handled with finesse and complete imagination... something that might have become utterly corny like many other things in the tale, but somehow didn't. aah so here comes the contemplation of corny. here not at all. Sometimes towards the end of the show I did get a feel of corny, but here and earlier when IPK was essentially IPK never.

it's always been in the air... and it has been different, given a sign when they have sensed and felt each other, been attracted, taken note of the other, longed. in that first rabba vey, it was the wind that rushed in first, later when he thought she had left for lucknow but she hadn't, it was again there the moment she walked in with the sweets for anjali's anniversary... and later still on a day the electricity went, he walked into the house and felt her presence thanks to that susarrating sound of a breeze.

and today after many days of not seeing one another, of constantly wanting to see the other, of fearing yet loving fearlessly, of suffering yet loving with pure joy, they are on either side of a wall... lovely phrase

we could all see it was a cardboard structure... it shook every time barun or sanaya touched it. sometimes it just moved on its own, perhaps even the gust of wind too much to bear. the otherwise realistic set was suddenly reduced to what it was... a tacky tv serial set... where possibly the funds were already on the wane. I did not notice. I guess ignorance is bliss.

and yet, it really didn't matter.

what i saw was so beautiful, that's what counted.

the writing of this meeting was done with great care and empathy with very specific asr khushi notes in it; the direction was intricate; lighting, editing, sound... everywhere there was the creative person's interest and effort showing. and oh the acting. without a word, with minimum gestures, how two actors made me believe yes, it is possible to feel the other even through a thick impenetrable wall.

two people deeply involved do probably sense each other... i at least think so. and there is a coming together of prana, breath maybe in them too. khushi and asr have spent many months together, seeing, hearing, feeling things, over time perhaps a sixth sense about each other has grown. no, not perhaps, it has... and kidnap was the ideal time to explore it. I think they sensed each other at a different level right from the very beginning. That night in sheesh mahal his eyes did open when she stepped onto the stage.

in the godown, she awakens, "yeh kaisi jagah hai, hum yahan kaise pahunche?" what sort of a place is this, how did i get here? then she seems to recall that rocky hit her. she looks around flustered, disoriented... tense.

rocky with his scorpion tattoo was reminiscent, for me, of shakaal with his odd shoe size in yaadon ki baraat... an obvious little giveaway that leads the protagonist to some major find/truth. filmi, hindi filmi, but it brought her here to this wall. I like the songs of that film

beautiful first shot of him, mysterious, fleeting, he sits on the other side... then a closing up and a good look at the captive.

he was flopped against the wall, perhaps a wave of hopelessness washing over him when he heard it... the gust came from nowhere and halted him in his tracks, eyes registered it... something, what was that... out there. During kidnapping I found it almost painful to watch ASR in this state. And then when he returned even more so. How exhausted he looked both physically and emotionally and on top of that a super sensitive sister and erratic wife. No one took care of poor ASR. Very protective I feel about him.

and an instant or less later, her head stopped moving jaggedly, her thoughts changed track , she had heard it too... it touched her...

piano notes trilled in...a feeling you have felt looking into each other's eyes, facing each other, it perhaps finds ways to imprint itself in you and you begin to sense the other even when that one is not right before you.

there was energy and movement in the frame at once, his eyes darted, no lack of focus, worry, fear, nothing in it anymore; only a search... perhaps a lick of hope.

hey hey.

she turned her head... focus coming into her eyes too... behind her maybe there was something?

his head turned toward the same wall between them... sensing. yes a cardboard wall that shook, but the density and of expression... such a nice adjective..density..

am jealous of these shots. Somehow I couldn't get good ones. But then you always manage to get good shots of him..

she looked at the wall in wonder... what was behind it, why did it call her...

he turned further, his ears straining it seemed to catch a clue, something... what was there...

and the next level of longing... of sensing, a hand came up. touch. her fingers traced a path up the wall, searching.

the sense of sound is the last to go i hear, is it the first to be alerted?... do we "hear" our instinct?

he moved in to touch the wall too...

and as she felt him through that wall, her memories unshackled... a cascade released that they both felt and touch and immersed in. a moment of pure connection between two people who were connected in ways even they had no idea of...

is this love? is this the ideal we seek ? is there something biological here? or is it just plain fantasy that has no basis in what really happens? would we be fools to believe in such things...? yet haven't we felt things about those we connect to without there being a rational basis for it? and love, is it not inherently extra-logical... extra-rational? my favourite logical vulcan, spock, never quite understood it. in a way, my dear handsome asr was vulcanish... till it was time to be human and perfectly, headily utterly illogical. I feel so happy when you write all this Indi di. really. Life hasn't given me any reason to not believe so, but all around me 'grown up' people consider such sentiments with Spock like disdain. Sort of unnerves me at times. till i come here and find all is right with the world after all.

the first memory: it's the first rabba ve...he looks stunned at her. is that when the absolute anchoring happened and that thread that started with a snap picked its first real perfect pearl?

back in the present: he brought his other hand up, wanting to feel her, touch her with all of him... always this need in him... where is she? is she here? there's only one person who makes him feel this way... no other. is she here? his fingers felt the wall almost full of wonder... hope, yes... only hope... and longing maybe. for many days he has sat in a dark room, bound... he has summoned his will, his courage to free his hands, he has worked his mind to think. but in his heart a yearning he has spoken of, khushi, i love you, and then has had to leave alone. but now perhaps that longing erupts... completely taking him away from every rational thought and flinging him into a torrent of hope. there was a sense of inevitability perhaps seeping into the darkness and now it seems shaken..

the next memory: colour. touch. feelings. on a rangoli they lie... what happens to our emotions when they fly around and settle here and there leaving colour, marking their place?

she stares at the wall in wonder. it seems to say something. she has not seen him for days, she has worried, fretted, dreamed, feared the worst... arnav ji is all her heart has focused on. nothing else. maybe that's why there was the sensitivity in her that was needed to feel the call...

a memory: and he touches her... she feels it on her ankle, a payal slipping on...

a funny sort of accepting in both that this is no coincidence or hallucination. she articulates it, "aise kyun lag raha hai jaise arnav ji yahin kahin hain?" why does it feel as though he is here somewhere?

his eyes say the same. a little lifting of lips as a memory overwhelms him... of picking her up and making her sit up on bed, taking care of her... ah nainital, so long ago, even before he had any idea this might be love, even when he was with another.

she seems to catch the drift of that same memory and recalls what came after. she had run to him in the hospital.

the feeling is to real, it seems to galvanize him, he gets up from the floor, and tries to reach up and look at the other side through the ventilator... a kiss by a poolside flashes through their minds... I remember you used the same word in your teej episode take. perfectly apt. His life sort of drifted in vacuum till she entered it and he came alive.

hear, touch, want,... stages of connection.

her eyes grow keener, searching...

both are ready to move toward each other... here, right here.

from an inner space a leap is taken, a boundary scaled and a need lands on the hard harried floor of a warehouse.

both get up and look around for a way to reach something. a note of desperation. restless to find out if what they suspect is indeed true.

and it's time for the next sense. sound. to speak the word. on her lips, "arnav ji," with her eyes closed, as though it is a prayer... but then, isn't it? the lover's name in its purest most sacred call is a call to the eternal... to life itself, isn't it? lovely.. and in how many different ways, tones, timbres he uttered her name it always had that quality of prayer. how did the actor manage it Indi di?

arnav ji.

we see him straight after that call. he has heard it... yes, he has... music takes note. an energy a racy urgency in it now, a dynamism, an excitement.. a sense of right here right now.

khushi?

one word... changes everything.

she is here.

his entire focus shifts... she is here. his head turns and this time unerringly it finds the ventilator that looks into the room abutting

he's at the wall again and a sotto voce, throbbing, "khushi!"

her eyes are still shut... then she hears it...eyes open wide.

she is here and in him a vigour fresh and ascendant... khushi!

he's trying to reach her, calling out, straining against the wall, possibly already thinking how to break it down... 😆this attitude of getting things done was so much fun to watch.

khushi!

but she is almost hyperventilating... disbelieving... relief mixing with pent up emotions. sometimes the creators understood the moment and Khushi's reaction in it so well. hard to imagine how they mnaged to make a complete mess of it at other times.

they stand on either side of a ridiculous cardboard wall calling out to each other as though an ocean separates them... just because of the power of acting, i am convinced it does.

"arnav ji, arnav ji!" a smile in her through the tears... "woh woh yahin hain!" he is here.

khushi!

khushi! he is beside himself with emotions of all sorts.. and oh the energy flowing rushing whirling into him... man taking command, taking charge. who cares who is the captive and who the captor... he is asr and his wife is on the other side of the wall and he is going to get her...

not for a second did i doubt he would. no matter what the needs of the narrative, he would get to her. defying the writers and directors, even channel if need be. oohh what a thought..**whistles**

she cries clinging to the wall as he calls her, bangs the wall... like that phone is this wall to her, something that has her arnav ji... and he ready to scale it because it parts him from her.

"khushi, khsuhi, upar ki taraf dekho, ventilator hai..." look up, khushi, there's a ventilator above.

solutions he has looked for all his life, especially when emotions have overwhelmed him. now too. look for a way to solve this situation.

"haan hume dikhi... ek minute ek minute," yes, i have seen, one minute...

she feels the flow of life asserting instantly. there is a way to him... she will solve this problem too... khushi always took action as well, once she had focused on an issue.

he has found a chair and reached the ventilator looking down, "khushi" he calls.

and then the sweetest thing. "khushi dhyan.. dhyan se..." khsuhi, careful! tender urgent voice and like a blessing, ah a note of asr anger, clenched teeth too... "be care.. careful khushi...!"

where is dammit... when the dammit is here all is right with the world... such specific characterisation.

she looks up at the voice, then climbs up onto the box and her first sight of him in days... rabba vey had to burst forth, her heart... it's all her heart talking

and his.

brilliant use of rabba vey to say it all... it gushes forth... no soft trilling in...

a look, a smile, a tear... and a hand reaches the mesh in between, a need to touch, to feel assured, it is you, you are here.

his fingers rise to meet hers. there are doubles and fake walls, but there is a real feeling. and a song too.

as he touches her fingers, the girl to leave whom he only feels taqleef and who maybe for a short while he had feared he may not see, asr is simply moved to tears... this is khushi and he can touch her, see her, hear her.

the love of his life, someone he had never ever thought he would find, in fact how securely he had locked every door to that possibility, yet she had found her way. found her way to him... found him.

i can't believe it's you she wept, exhausted by the emotions of what seems like a lifetime.

"khushi, main..." his voice was tender... what did he want to say?

"akhir humne aapko dhoond hi liya..." i did find you finally, she said jubilant and maybe still a little disbelieving.

he nods with the sweetest smile and then, "dhoond liya tumne." the delivery was outstanding i thought... crisp, cool and dense, with wonder and love in it. That dhoondh liya I could happily go on searching forver what all for hidden in it.

she did find him despite all. and he loved her because she found him... him that had receded so deep within that nothing could reach... she did reach it.

magic moments between two lovers in a darkened miserable place where danger lurked yet was somehow made irrelevant... because dhoond liya tumne, because khushi, i love you... because of a wind you can feel and a song in your being. what a simply beautiful line Indi di..

she leaned closer as he looked at her as if recording her every little nuance and storing it in him.

she peered at him and a gaze that said she worried.

he reassured her, "khushi, i'm fine!"

"nahin!" her voice was not tender. it was irritated and full of angry love...

with a right she had never shown before, she stormed, you are not well, i knew you were in trouble. why did you lie to me on the phone? interesting question i thought

he tried to handle it. "khushi, stop..." that stress on stoap.. umm you get the accent right?

"nahin! hum nahin rukenge..." she is not stopping, she is the aap shut up girl, she is not going to listen to you just because you are asr.

beautiful. normal rhythms of asr khushi surging in...

she is angry, he is trying to stop her. but she rants, i know you aren't ok so why are you lying to me...

how much love is there in every word, every look.

these two actors are not shooting together, yet the matching of emotions the perfect rally of words... not for a second falters.

"khushi, shh!" he knows she is concerned.. otherwise how dare anyone talk to asr like that...

"ok.. hum sab kuch discuss kar lenge..." we'll discuss everything.

i feel like giggling... how much this man abhors melodrama and high emotion. all the time trying to pull it down to a reasonable "normal" level. haha really.

of course, he had to fall for jhalli drama queen. life's law that is.

"pehle mujhe yeh grill todni hogi..." first i have to break thsi grill.

she grabs his hand, you are going nowhere, mister. I was telling Indu that it was so good to watch khushi this way. He has shown all the love and concern in all his gestures, but she maybe concern a few times when he was ill. But otherwise whenever he came close she almost literally ran away. And now not wanting to break contact for a second..

"khushi, tum chahti ho main tumhare paas aaon..." khushi, you want me to come to you? gently, softly, he asks rhetorically... she was only eight when her loved ones were suddenly gone... maybe he knows how vulnerable she is... a child within still hurting... like him.

he reasons with her...

she won't let go still... he will not shout today, instead, a hand comes up to join their clasped fingers, and, "khushi, main tumhare paas hi hoon, yahin pe." khushi, i am near you... here.

he has never ever spoken to her with his feelings so bare, though he has longed to, now that he has said what he has, that she is before him, the tenderness of the most angry i don't care man sees no need not to flow... **sob sob**

i love you says his every look, every word...

all he wants is her... nothing else. ❤️

when she tries to help him with the grill.. "khushi, no, don't! main kar loonga, tumhe lag jaygi.." i'll do it, you'll get hurt... i want to weep. the writing of asr in this different moment is flawless. oh I just mentioned that above. How touching it was to see him so enamoured by her show of affection

"khushi, i said neeche utro..." khushi, i said get down.

"nahin, hum yahan..." no, i here...

imaptient move of head, "khushi, go now..." a peek of asr anger, so natural and a beautiful detail.

"dhyan se! khushi, you ok?"

no doubt now who is in charge.

"arnav ji!" she panics when she can't see him for an instant.

"khushi, main yahin hoon, i'm right here"... the voice is sure, the look is full of softness.

"main yeh grill todkar uss taraf aa rahan hoon, okay?" i'll break this grill and come to the other side, okay?

"relax."

i pass out quietly at that relax, so so asr.

and there's an an interruption by rocky. when asr realises his girl was touched by the cretin, a sharp, "usne mara tumhe?" he hit you? the anger is here...

"ek tarah se accha hi hua warna hum aap tak kaise pahunch paatey..." in a way it was good, she said, how'd i have reached you otherwise.

he strains in anger.

and suddenly his concern for her makes him furious... he says paradoxically, what was the need for you to come here! how did you get here! "khushi tumhe... tumhe kuch ho jata toh." khushi, if something happened to you... haha had he been in his senses he might have also asked why didn't you call the police and it would have been a perfectly valid question. Of course Khushi had not planned any of this. I think devi maiyya just decided that enough of channel troubles and movie shootings these two need to meet today.

and we are on a road... at night when he had felt he might have lost her...

arnav singh raizada can bear everything but not losing khushi.

"itna bada risk leni ki kya zaroorat thi..?" what was the need to take such a big risk?

she is smiling, he is raging.

"khushi, what's so funny! muskara kyun rahi ho!" he is rough and angry. Once he returns home from captivity slowly he will mellow down a little. But give me this rough and angry with those doeses of tenderness any day. me like him just like this.

"itne din jo ho gaye aapke daant sunke," it's been so many days since i heard your scolding.

joyous writing... stupendous acting.

kyun dard hai itna plays... she smiles at him as he looks on at her touching her fingers, giving in to that love. no one, he perhaps feels, loves him as much as this pagal of his. the one who puts mango juice in shoes, and sugar in petrol tanks, and who wants him to shout at her. boo hoo

all the sadness and longing of the days gone by seep into the frame, as two lovers meet and unite, no matter there is a wall in between...

was this not true uniting too, a consummation? with both hands they grab each other. a rope is passed between the mesh by both as he devises a way to take out the grill.

"you told me tumhe pata hai main musibat mein hoon... kaise..."

khushi, you said you knew i was in trouble... how.

khushi, i love you... she remembers.

that string between them held taut by him, there was always a tie, a dori, a rishta. great touch. interesting

the breath... the wind... khushi and asr to me were always about life. never death. to be immortalised they did not need to die like heer ranjha, romeo juliet, laila majnu... they were the lovers of our times who could rave rant fight scream misunderstand nahin understand and love deeply passionately imaginatively, emotionally, physically, with telepathy, and in a way be in the moment and yet transcendent. so true. this love story is positive and leaves you happy and optimistic. i think there is a general notion that if it is deep and tragic only then does it become timeless. Gone with the wind. Wuthering Heights. Even Love Story. These two proved this adage completely wrong.

this meeting between any two lovers would have been memorable. but this one was so truly khushi asr, including gussa and sanka.

asides
that setting up of a night away using mami ji and her sudden love... stay with your family to khushi... while a bit obvious, filled me with delight... me too the hugs are here and so is the hut. I got literally lost in it..

what was that whole payal in a restaurant with coffee drinker about? was something considered then canned? or was it truly time pass... maybe a screen test for the guy... strange to say the least. 😆😆

Originally posted by: Horizon

Rhea..stunning .. hot..write up...👏.. .You verbalize the nook and corner of all the crevices of their hidden/ unhidden.. bridled love/ desire.. very intimate .. I am floored by that in blue.. yes its TIME for that awareness...that's exactly what this moment depicted.. first time being openly aware of what the other feels or not held back by their own reservations.. how fulfilling it feels to bring what one feels in the heart to one's visage..

He remains deadly still, utmost focused on her, lost in a daze .. and she is thoroughly flustered, meandering from his eyes to lips to the visible ache.. such a man - woman thing...making it more intimate than what it is..

oh that bleeding cut indeed made the moment so very organic.. that edit in end, stupendous.. amazingly complementary profiles...

and how beautifully their lips are singing .. finally in unison??!!

Beautiful rhea.. very lucid for an inexplicable moment..

Originally posted by: sohara

Episode-258

Awww...you had gifs for this moment...I was being lazy and didn't make any...Love it...You know I forgot Kate has em on the front page...Sorry Kate...I adore this scene

Khushi is in consternation; she saw Arnav went inside the airport, then how he vanished! She is ambiguous, whether he boarded a different plane or not. She reprimands her, it's not a bus depot of Luchnow that he will take a wrong bus. She thinks to tell this to the family. Last time she did a big mistake by hiding Shyam's truth from the family. She can't do the faux pass any more. She also thinks about Anjali, whether she should tell her or not.

Finally Arnav's beloved di is tensed for her brother. 😆 I know, I was amazed too why on earth no one has any problem from him not calling since last three days..She is so into her hubby...that Chote became history

Since he reached London, he didn't call her just for once. He never did this before. She is trying his number continuously, but his phone is also unreachable. Anjali is not taking her medicine also. She anticipates whether he is in trouble or not. Nani tries to mollify her and tells her not to worry in this condition. she was consoling Khushi and now she is panicking for him. She suggests her to call Aman, he must've known everything.

Khushi overhears them and falls in a predicament situation; Anjali is so tensed and not taking her medicine also. She can't take any risk with her health. After all she is her dearest husband's most beloved person. 😆She pretends a phone conversation with Arnav in front of Anjali. Khushi is saying loudly that he is fine. Anjali strides fast to Khushi to talk to Arnav. khushi gets eerie, so she lies that Arnav is going to an important meeting. And he will talk to her later. Anjali gets a bit upset, but tells Khsuhi to remind his night medicine. Anjali sighs a relief.

When Khushi keeps talking on the phone enthusiastically, her phone rings. Nani who was standing right beside her, becomes stupefied. Khushi can't face her any more and runs to her room.

pause: Arnav is right, Khushi is a good actress and easily can hide the truth. Though she lied for the sake of Anjali's health, but I really didn't like her to hide such an important matter to the family.

Agreed and here fits Arnav's words...har kaam tum akaile nahin kar saktin...but again it is the flaw in writing ..as we all know writing is on vacation especially in this girl's case

Arnav didn't board the plane and after that there is no trace of him, it's not a trivial matter. It's a very serious matter. why Khushi didn't talk to Akash or she could let this matter know to AR's official. khushi's biggest problem is she thinks she can do anything. after all she is KKGSR.

I hated that part as always...forget everyone...why not Akash and when she called Aman , how come Aman never told Akash..like there are so many disconnected tools...and poor dude is right during the revelation of Shyam...why no one tole me..seriously...Our IPK has many many loop holes ...and during kidnapping we have a lot of things which don't go together just like BDs

nani senses that something is not right. she asks khushi to know the matter. Khushi tells nani why she didn't go to London. She was pretending to talk to him to abarate Anjali's tension. She apologizes for lying. nani is aghast to hear that, Arnav even didn't reach London. When Khushi sees nani is convulsing, she tries to assuage her that, he must've boarded a different plane, cause she herself was there in the airport. And he also messaged him after reaching London, so she shouldn't worry that much. Nani tries to pacify her worried mind, what Khushi is saying must be true. Khushi tells, her heart says he is fine, he became busy with his work, that's why he couldn't call her. She lied to them because of Anjali, she doesn't want to give her tension.she requests nani not to tell her anything.

Khushi ALWAYS put herself in trouble for not telling anyone else...

Masala mama eavesdrops nani and Khushi's convo. he tells mami everything, but he didn't remember who is worrying for her missing husband. mami can't get him and calls HP to bring juice for her. masala mama thinks, it's HP. when HP brings juice for mami, mami chides him for not telling her that he got married. HP is puzzled, what masala mama is saying. masala mama says it's not him , but the beautiful girl was talking with a senior citizen about her husband, that her husband didn't reach London. mami still can't get what he is saying, when masala mama tells her that the senior citizen was roaming around with a four feet animal Laxmi, mami gets whom he is talking about, it's nani and Khushi. She speaks out loudly that Arnav didn't reach London and phati saree was lying to them. Unfortunately Anjali overhears her. She becomes so tremulous in fear that the milk glass fells from her hand. mami holds her trembling body and calls everybody. All gathers there and tries to comfort her. Anjali is cowering and muttering that chottey didn't reach London. khushi and nani both get flabbergasted to hear this, how she came to know! When shyam asks her how does she know, Akash admonishes to discuss this matter further.

Pause: first time when I watched the episode, my suspicion went to Akash. why he averted such important thing! Whether he was the kidnapper or not! later I realized that he didn't want to increase Anjali's tension further.

I wrote in mine...I suspected Shyam since from the beginning ,right from the scene when he stops walking on the satirs when Anjali gives London's ticket to Khushi and he calls some one...Never suspected Akash..he doesn't have guts and at the top he can't think much that way...it is too much work for him..

The whole family enceindre Anjali, trying to assuage her. shyam looks agitated in anticipation, whether they come to know about his kidnapping, he will be in big trouble.

"where is chottey!"..the thought daunts Anjali. She accuses khushi for lying. Akash is baffled also, how cum Aman didn't tell him anything. khushi tells them that the AR employees from London waited for him whole day, but he didn't show up. When they couldn't get any news of him from the office, they called her. Anjali gets ambiguous about the message. shyam also adds that he messaged after reaching London. He has to point out that ASR reached London, so that nobody searches him. khushi adds, that they said ASR didn't attend the conference and didn't board the flight also. She assumes he didn't board for some other work and took other flight later, that's why he couldn't attend the meeting and checked in the hotel. shyam assents her.

Akash is precarious now, cause bhai knows di would be tensed, then why he didn't call her. He tries his number, but can't reach him. Anjali is worrying more, it never happened before that she left message for him, but he didn't call her back. khushi again tries to pacify her, that everything is fine.

Anjali thinks to call the police, so as Akash. Shyam frightens to hear that and moves out from there. When Akash was about to call the police commissioner, the phone rings. nani is anxious who is calling so late at night! Anjali's trembling hand receives the phone,

"chottey where are you? you know, we are so tensed for you!"

All their faces glint with joy and relief. Khushi's visage suffuses with delight and her lips tremble with emotions.

Anjali berates him how cum he didn't let them know about his arrival in London.

After 10/12 days the handsome visage glints my screen. He is looking a bit disheveled without gelled hair, but his face looks so cute with boyishly guileless in repose. 😳Arnav says sorry to Anjali. she chides him more, why he didn't let them know that he didn't reach London. He lies that his london meeting was postponed, so he came to Scotland for another business deal. Anjali again wants to know if he is fine or not. And he says he is fine. how can he says the truth in gunpoint what was revealed in the next episode.

nani also was waiting eagerly to talk to her dearest grandson. She chides him, she is forgiving him for the last time, next time she will not forgive his temerity. how much busy he remains he has to call the family and let them know about his whereabouts. Like a submissive child Arnav assents meekly. How much his family loves him and how much he adores his family. Though the bonding of his family with him was not shown that much, but it certainly proved in the time of crisis

mami also wants to make sure her Arnav bitua is well or not. And in her style she asks him, what he is bringing for her from scotland? She tells him to bring a skirt for masala mama, if his size is not available. mami's prattle brings a smile on his distraught face.

Akash's turn comes next. He asks him, how cum he doesn't know about the deal in Scotland! Arnav replies nobody knows, not even Aman. It happened in the eleventh hour. He tells Aksh, that he won't be able to keep in touch with them, cause the reception in not good. He forbids him to tell to di, he doesn't want to give her tension.

"Take care of di and Khushi" ...he takes a long pause to utter Khushi. "khushi" the most precious possession of his life. He wants to make sure that the two most beloved person of him stay well during his absence. He really doesn't know whether he will come back to them or not.

Yes the fear made him confess and he stopped diving them as both have become an integral part of his life..

my heart constricts painfully to think about that.

the most awaited moment for both Arnav and Khushi comes. Akash passes the phone to Khushi,

rabba ve takes over as khushi holds the phone. The gust of wind blows to pronounce the mehsoos. A spark of impulse quavers as their breath waft through the phone. 👏⭐️

Absolutely fabulous

His eyes are somber, with the soft twilight reflecting in the flickering depth of it's caramel from them.

His adam's apple bulbs up and down as he swallows in an attempt to thwart a rising wave of emotions.

khushi holds the phone gently as if she is touching him. She walks away from the family, shutting out the world outside to create a gentle cadence that beat in harmony with their thumping heart.

Loved the shuuting down noise of this world and just their own Choti si Duniya

She has been longing to hear his voice. The catch in his muffled voice makes tears stream down her cheeks, unchecked.

He utters khushi with an aspirate,with tender love. How intimate her name sounds from his mouth. His voice makes her heart rate go haywire. A sudden deluge of feeling creates havoc in her heart.

He was so vulnerable at this point, wanted to hold her tight to sooth her but can't

He again takes a pause to speak, can't find the right word to articulate his feelings. His heart brims with immense love for her. She remains quiet and bits her lower lip to stop the barrage of tears that are straining at the reins. She is feeling so weak in her knees that she clutches the phone tightly with both of her hands, as if she is holding him tightly to gain the strength what is emanating from him. The mehsoos tells Arnav that she is crying. So to abate her tears he tells her that he is fine.

"mei thek hoon. ok, please maat ro."...hearing his tender admonishment, an intense protective tenderness rushes through her heart.khushi's tears continues unabated, she can't utter a single word. Their heart is connected so deeply that he can anticipates her turbulence. he now admonishes her in ASR tone,

He tried his best to stop her crying

"bas, stop."

rabba ve ascends.

"khushi rona bandh karo. khushi mai..." he is hesitating. His lips are getting more asymmetrical. he keeps trying to say, "khushi main tumko.." He becomes silent for a moment. khushi tightens the grip on the phone more with her both hand. Hearing her name from his mouth again and again, she wants to embrace him now and right now the phone is his proxy. Copious tears are streaming down her beauiful cheek.

"khushi I love you."...he utters the most precious words with quivering lips. Her eyes shut and open in a jolt. Her luminescent, gazelle eyes widen in bewilderment, she gasps inaudibly. a garrulous khushi is in complete impediment. She feels exhilarated with the cascade of emotions pumping through her heart to hear his guileless confession.

His eyes lit with a glimmer of a smile, after releasing the words what he suppressed in his heart since long. These three words, he never said to anybody. He is feeling so content after telling it to his first love, to his khushi. Finally his heart vanquished against his mind. He doesn't know he will be able to see her ever in his life or not, but without telling her his feelings he even can't die peacefully.

What an unique confession, absolutely sublime and surreal, a love that promised to cross all the obstacles, a joy that rose high and refutes to be thwarted.

This whole sce is is less than 5 minutes but covers the half of IPK...His fear not seeing her and her pain not seeing him in front of her has a mixed message here...both are hearing and saying in their heart language to convey what their words are failing here...

plz ignore typos and mistakes.

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Originally posted by: sohara

really emotional cynthia.

i just loved how you depicted arnav's feelings, his emotions and his immense love for khushi so beautifully.

Barun said not that much but his expressions said so much.

All the lines i marked red are my favorite.