Blast from the Past Thread #25 Extn ** Khushi, I... ** P 119, Ep 274 - Page 73

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 267

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i have never seen such heady love making on the screen. actually anywhere.

there were flaws, but what i left with was so intoxicating and beautiful, i overlooked the glitches.

when two people love each other, the sensual domain is theirs to own. theirs to express their emotion through, enjoy it, seep right in. from completely carnal sex to sublime union, the entire spectrum is theirs to have and explore. in fact, between lovers the physical intimacy and contact their relationship nurtures, is often a means of communication... with each other... sometimes even the eternal.

the intensity of one's emotion drives this exploration and gives it variegated colour. one can write a book or a library on this... but how does one create it before a camera? between people who are not really lovers.

there are so many preconceived notions about what is sexy what is not, how lovers should or shouldn't make love, and in our image inundated world, stereotypes are thick and heavy. say love making and a bunch of cliched images flash.

nothing seems fresh, nothing touches. certainly nothing ignites... that's been the case with me.

but while seeing 267 when i forgot everything and just watched trying to hold onto my breath... i realised i was seeing something which is all of those. and definitely much more.

for me this episode is about director, barun, and sainyaa... that aaraam. i wish khushi had been thought through a bit more.

and while i loved the choice of song, there were parts where i felt nothing but the visual was required. it created all the other layers and you could almost hear and feel the picture. to find out if i was correct, made a vm with my most favorite parts, and no goons. please do see, i will be back tomorrow morning with the rest.

update

"fireflies," he said.

"jugnu!" she concurred delighted.

light played on her face, on his... his eyes were all you could see and in them, another light... that of his devotion to her. his incandescent love that even the darkest night could not snuff out.

the firefly... only one suddenly, i have seen a version where there were three... left its little pitcher and flew away, its phosphorescence lighting up the trail it flew and out of the hut it went, leaving darkness behind. but not quite. what had been lit remained so.

he looked at her worried, almost pained by the thought of her feeling afraid. but she said, she was no longer afraid.

were the fireflies really a metophor, i wondered. they had lain lit but carefully shut in a rounded little pitcher, a secret chamber as it were, its shape reminiscent of the womb, the kumbh from which nectar flowed... till she opened the lid and they flew right out.

desire. were they telling the story of desire that had lain bright and refulgent in two hearts, never set free and allowed to fly... but tonight they would?

the day had been spent running, running to escape from danger that wouldn't be thwarted. two lovers, hand in hand, thrown into a strange flight and did they finally reach a place where at last the real fears we have can be shed?

as if on cue, she said, she was no longer afraid... no longer afraid of what? the darkness without or her apprehensions within?

from the moment the hut was sighted, we seemed to shift to an alterante reality. the hard harsh world of the day melting into a magic hut somewhere far away, yet where no one really knows. it appeared in the middle of a wooded area, replete with hay on the floor, lantern on a pole, shamrock on the wall, and the raiment of a nubile virgin... white chiffon touched with sparkling badla, but along with it, the touch of the temptress in a red revealing blouse with a tie to hold it in place.

in this fairytale cocoon one thing was throbbingly real. a man's feeling for a woman. a complete feeling that had range depth veracity.

close your eyes and count till ten, said a gentle, father like protector husband to a scared childlike wife. all arnav singh raizada cared about was her safety and comfort... something terribly beautiful about a man simply accepting his role and defining it his way.

captive or not, tired or not, worn out or not... khushi is always his responsibility... he owns this duty, it is a precious asset almost. even when he has disbelieved her he has protected her...

for her too, only he was of importance, nothing else really. she saw the cut on his cheek and reached out to soothe. i could see the hand was not correct, nor the hair... it was not sanaya who dabbed at barun's cheek. but just as i had done the first time i saw this episode i carefully shifted focus and concentrated on what mattered, did not allow the presence of not well chosen doubles to mar my enjoyment of the beautiful portrayal before me.

in the dimmed light, the intimacy of a secluded hut, desires began to murmur once fear had abated. this was the first time they were meeting after what took so long to say was said, and heard, and held dear in their hearts.

he sat on the hay while she changed; his shirt he had taken off for it must have been grimy and filthy after the ordeal of the past days and he just wore his not too pristine undershirt as he waited for her.

the gesture itself curiously intimate, that of removing the outerwear and being completely at home in a vest before a woman... quite husband like.

he murmured vaguely about what intimated her to his plight... a question he had asked before. arnav singh raizada was speaking not in clipped sentences but with a slightly lost curious lilt to his voice. maybe he wanted to know if she could feel him as intensely as he could sense her...

she answered in little mumbles about woh, that... what he had said...

yeah that... woh... did asr just mumble back?

oh they both were feeling the fireflies' call...

he had pulled a makeshift red curtain on a line for her, to give her privacy.

and then inadvertantly, as things often happen, his eyes fell on a shadow... of her donning her clothes, he could see the silhouette move alluringly, her hands were behind her back, she was tying the dori of her blouse clearly...

one long look, and arnav singh raizada could no longer mask the naked passion stirring in his gut, released... refusing to be put back into a quiet dark place, instead rising and seeking to be free.

a simple lantern juxtaposed against a lean expressive face with glittering jewel like eyes and a poetry started getting written about longing, sensual yearning, love and beyond.

as he watched her, then got up to lower the flame of the lantern so that even he may not in any way disrespect her form, her being, every frame seemed like a still life, but dynamic, quivering with desire... the wellspring of which was not mere flesh. of course, the flesh sought its pleasure but what compelled it was a sublime emotion.

this was really not about sex. and certainly not about a generic man woman thing. this was arnav singh's specific particular desire for khushi kumari. for no one else has he felt such things... not in this way or so i felt... to no one else has he wanted to give so much of himself.

quietly he stares at shadows, his eyes saying a million things, most important, he is struggling with a growing arousal... he looks away, he swallows and tries to calm himself

and then just as he is about to succeed in quelling the overwhelming feelings, she draws aside the red curtain... it had to be red of course, right from that first day when he had reacted to her beauty without meaning to... it was always red. isn't it the colour of blood? of passion? of heat? of sindoor?

and before his eyes stands a virginal maiden in white, little silver sparkles across her flowing garment, her hair is open and down to her hips, diaphanous sheer is her saree, hugging her sensuous curves, a dash of red on her body, and a strange wariness in her eyes... that question about how she knew, that reminder of his phone call, and in her perhaps a surging too.

as i watched her, i could see she knew what he was thinking of... perhaps she longed too... but oh i did so wish someone had thought about what khushi would feel at such a moment with a bit more depth...

once he saw her, he could deny it no more. astounding expressions on barun's face, his eyes, the language of his entire body. she stood there transfixed, then his head tilted to one side as if he couldn't believe what it was his eyes beheld.

the breath by breath understanding and delineation of sexual desire burgeoning was exhilarating and gratifying really. the director had seen this whole thing in his mind with such clarity... it was as if he painted a canvas, stroke upon stroke.

asr looked at khushi for a timeless moment and then you saw a decision come into his eyes... that is when he moved... flowed really..
how graceful and ballet like were the next few minutes... he came to her, the motion had been slowed, the lighting was perfect, she stood there shy, uncertain, a little out of her depth. the two of them stood apart, a ray of light falling between them, an improvised clothesline with a sense of limit separated them, the lakshman rekha as it were. she watched transfixed, he approached, he seemed mesmerised... as he had been that day of the first rabba vey, as he had been on diwali night... but this time he knew why he was here and it no longer threw him that such an overwhelming need propelled him.

when he reached the rope... an inflection point. he lifted his hand and pushed the rope up, ducking under it, eyes on her he came to her side as it were. in his gaze was a determination now. he was here. he had decided to hear the call of the fireflies.

she backed away then, the look in his slightly glazed yet focussed brown eyes sent tremors through her it seemed. maybe it was the magnitude of his desire that shook her... had she ever felt such guiltless vast passion directed at her... caused in fact by her?

did it scare her a little? though it sparked a desire too in good measure.

he came closer still, now with a faintly predatory air, seeking her, and her alone. she walked back straight into the wall... so reminiscent of diwali this whole moment... he leaned over as he had done then, his eyes muddling and wanting the mayhem of love... this time he is sure. there will be no denial afterwards.

she watched as feelings ran amok and tried to escape the onslaught, but he would not let her... a swift and graceful lunge to the right blocking her path.

he bent down to kiss her, she attempted escape again...

but his downcast head managed to communicate unyielding resolution, a swift hand caught her wrist, obstructing flight... no, jonaki, tonight you won't fly away... bangles moved and danced, a touch of red by a carefully crafting director... in it: frenzy, fear, and maybe a note of wanton love.

asr pulled her back and came over close, she looked on helpless now, her eyes large, irises a little glassy... caught between the scary tumult of sensations in her and in him... perhaps still just a bit afraid.

i noted that both were dressed in white and red. he wore his basic white vest and that devastatingly exciting cut on left cheek, with a streak of blood.

red and white... were these colours too telling stories about the two and this evening like no other evening?

he did kiss her shoulder and then knowing the fight had left her, that she wanted him as much as he her, he bent and did what he had done so many times before... so after the signature advance retreat, now it was time to pick her up in his arms.

only this time he would lay her gently, tenderly on a bed of hay and make love to her, his wife.

while outside men with guns looked for them, inside the hut, lovers prepared to surrender, for something had found its mark. and that is when the song rose... rustic gritty alleviating... saiyaan.

kailash kher and a sufi interpretation of love, words that speak of the nature of love the lover seeks... and what that love does. enchanting melody. words that can make you blush or die with pleasure... no need for guns.

tu jo chhoonley pyaar se aaram se mar jaaoon.

if you should touch me with love, i will die of the comfort, the pleasure.

isn't that arnav singh's longing there? for years there has been no aaraam in his life, no comfort, no pleasure really... now she... all he needs is to be touched by her... that is all.

aaraam, a difficult to translate word i feel... nuances of the purely physical and also emotion in it.

saiyaan... saiyaan... lover... oh my lover.

she lay on the hay as he reached down to claim her to be claimed by her.

just as he was about to kiss her lips at last, she moved with alacrity, away... no... she was shy... not ready... and out flowed a beautiful long slim arm, minutely and perfectly etched with muscles... sinuous, strong, rising from a beautiful shoulder...

he stopped her... then ever so slowly his hand moved, his fingers trailed the skin on her back and went to her dori... fingers began to untie the knot. she was carried away on the sensations awakened... his eyes looked intoxicated...

in the intensity if this night, in its pure and complete call, i suddenly found a reflection of another terrifically concentrated night... after the terrace... on a quiet road, the scream of a man betrayed, a man who loves and wants to be loved. the helplessness of that night seemed to come and find bliss here and merged with it, losing itself, letting it flow away, becoming strong again... that chot of his got its aaraam. that night he had screamed, tonight he said barely anything and whatever he did was in the opposite decibel direction... whispers... yet his eyes spoke, his body sang, his hands screamed...

and of course, the goons found them just then.

there is a beauty in these scenes that my words will never be able to capture. and barun... this really was his episode. how terribly detailed and precise are his expressions... his body language is really rare... he is predator and protector... there is a male aggressiveness and a ballet like grace in his movements... something hums and murmurs all the time... it envelops him.. it's in his look, his voice, all around... and really i have never seen male physique that looks as though someone had painted it, no sculpted it... giving it the most fluid angles and lines, lifting a muscle here, drawing a sinew there, detailing with infinite care. collar bones, shoulders, the clavicle, the ridges and grooves... how can such things look so beautiful...

pulchritude, my mind said. this is what that word means. this type of beauty.

the moment he knew the outside world had intruded... asr, shatir, problem solving, in command, and no nonsense returned... he spoke in his clear sentences, a mix of hindi and english, an economy of words...

first thought... her safety. unlogo ko mujhse matlab hai... if i go out, they won't come in... ok?

no! she won't let him go. neither can bear the thought of the other being hurt.

they argued... he spoke of risk, she said let's jump out through the window... he through clenched teeth said, just lemme go, khushi...

i wondered how long i could remain sane.

and then some muddle headed writing bludgeoned the night on the head.

but there had been such beauty here by then, nothing could dull that.

right in the beginning before everything started, he had taken a second, stolen it from the hour in fact to look at her as she counted till ten with her eyes closed as he had asked her to...

the tenderness that invaded his eyes at that point... infinite love there... it was perhaps that look which made the one in his eyes when he crossed the clothesline... that stalking devouring hunger... look perfectly wonderful... not lascivious and if so, in the best possible way.

heerey moti main na chahoon, main toh chahoon sangam tera...

diamonds and pearls i don't desire... i desire union with you.

even before the song said it, barun sobti spoke it with his eyes, his bent of head, his gliding, slow walk, his air of being unstoppable...

barun sobti was doing double shifts at this point... shooting for mamr at the same time. i have a feeling he was enjoying his role a lot... and that somehow got reflected in his kidnap days acting in ipk. absolutely inspired is all i can say... i yearn to see acting of this nature. and i hope that some day soon mamr releases... because he so wanted to do it.

did you see the look in his eyes
infinite

planets perhaps shifted
when he lunged

was there ever in truth a line to be
crossed

if there was, a crossing would be
done

love dictated, desired, demanded
that

the lover and the beloved stand
forever

in a hut in the gloam between here and
somewhere else

beauty and truth their indelible tie
illumine

soon after watching this episode when it first aired, i wrote this:
tonight was bs's night wasn't it.

also:
par mera asr aaj perfect tha, smoulder in his eyes, desire on his lips, love in his heart, passion in every pore. and banian on his breathtaking torso 😉 aur kuch hi din baad woh lautega, with all those things you speak of. but after tonight, there's no guarantee i'll live that long. he's the real dangerous one not that bichara sanskaari goonda. tan dan dan...

Originally posted by: Horizon

Rhea, your 267 is a thing to savor.. will read again some time .. that edit few pages ago is superlative..

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 267

wrote this on crooner 79, page 54 after seeing this episode the first time. i juts remember feeling slightly blown away and almost euphoric after seeing it.

i was extremely moved by yesterday's episode. of course, i wanted to take asr home, but that's nothing new. there was a something in that room that refused to go away; it called me in and asked me to look, you know how tough it is to look at anything while the man with perfect clavicles is before your eyes. yet, i couldn't deny the call.

but i shall digress now to another thought.

the diamond cutter was in a dilemma. he knew the stone he held in his hand was of the truest and finest white colour, a spectacular D. yet he also knew it had a few flaws and the clarity would at best make a VS1, 3 marks below flawless. now everything depends on my cut, he thought. no, he heard his thoughts self calibrate, the colour that the diamond brings with itself, what it is born with that's the basis of its worth, its beauty, his skill in cutting simply enhances that inherent beauty.

diamonds, indi? seriously.

ipk is like that stone, an absolute D colour. its innate strengths are breath taking. the possibilities are unbelievable. but it isn't flawless, currently a VS1, some might argue VS2, or higher or lower; but i am sure none will say it isn't of the highest colour, the most important parameter of a diamond according to a friend who is a dealer.

the not particularly well chosen doubles and the inconsistencies in hair/jewellery, etc., are certainly problematic. would have been less sou if the director had decided to be more particular, especially given the kind of story being told and the passion with which we all watch it. we know barun's every turn, line, tenor; sanaya has the slimmest arms in the universe, a nice plump upper arm in white badla chiffon will somehow not convince, while distracting at an intense moment. one can go on about the doubles issues. but i'll leave that to the diamond cutter.

and gaze longingly at the stone of perfect colour; come, dazzle me. through the 10x when i see the flaw, i turn my eyes and shift focus a little till i am only looking at the brilliance and fire. this is what i did last night.

fireflies, jonaki; "jugnu," she said and smiled, for a second there was the khushi i'd met many months ago. the repeat telecast had not one, three fireflies. his face lights up brighter than everything at her smile. lovely lovely moments. his second gift to her. pity she can't keep them. but that kalash is there with all its symbolism.

i never expected them to have the s word, but if it had to be, that was fine. in these matters i do trust the writers, director, and other creatives. apart from the two months post wedding, they've gone to places no soap has gone before. and in that period also there were the five days of holi with sparkling, heart stopping sequences.

but barun and sanaya in that room were riveting. beautifully structured sequence, the lights and fireflies one end, the hit on her head as he drew her into his arms at the other. in the centre: love, desire, the smoulder of passion, a man who knows it all who will love her so much that he will protect her from his own eyes if need be; a girl newly all woman, inexperienced in the ways of physical love, tremulous, worried, unable to cope with her own desire. in a darkened room, two pure souls seek to find each other, pristine white creates pools of brilliance in the deep blue night.

beautiful shots of arnav and khushi: he drapes a red curtain for her, he sits on the hay and asks her how did she know, their fumbling through the answers, his eyes fall on her shadow and start to change expression, the curtain is pulled back, she in left foreground while he in bg to the right head tilted as he looks at her, so much in those eyes. and that sublime play on the hay. not a trace of lewd, not a single cringe moment. beautiful.

last night i couldn't think beyond barun and the drama of the episode. this morning i suddenly noticed the shamrock. yes a three leaved clover framed on the wall of a hut in the middle of a jungle. and what was that mark on the door, a swastik? stranger still, clothes including dreamy white chiffon with twinkling badla, red blouse with tantalising dori, lanterns, hay, fireflies, kalash, practically everything you need! shamrock! what was going on? then came the white hanky from a very un-pristine source. what, the dear goonda's wife tucked a clean fair kerchief in her man's pocket every day.

i don't read harry potter, but somewhere in the forum over the weekend, there was talk of this being the room of requirement. of course, in jest. i have read alice though, and the feeling of falling down a rabbjt hole kept coming back.

remember heer ranjha? away from all of this there is a place for us, where we can love, our ranjha had said. what if this room was in a different reality? they're running, away away from it all. and suddenly behind a wooded area a clearing and a room with all they need and so many signs and symbols. to me, it is definitely suggestive of parallel dimension. a space for these two appears out of nowhere, fairy tale like. the beast will become prince here in the dark, beauty will be left sleeping. a shamrock will speak of the imminent defeat of the evil leprechaun who sits on the pot of gold, a white piece of cloth will spell surrender. fireflies, kalash, did i see a lotus drawing on the wall?

no, nothing was there by chance or accident.

the diamond cutter is trying new cuts to bring out the real fire in the stone's centre. and if indeed what i sense is true, i like what he's doing. the idea fascinates me. and it's been made such good use of. takes the viewer away from the ordinary and in a layered ambience, the keys to the story are laid out.

and if i'm just imagining things, no problem, at least i took the mind to places other than the office and the mall.

long post, sorry, people, just had to ruminate.

Originally posted by: Horizon

When he affectionately commanded her to close her eyes, he watched her in sheer delight as she started counting in absolute child like obeyance.. what did he wonder.. that how adorable she looked listening to him quietly..

yes, it as a key moment i felt... and barun was remarkable in dropping all "male" aspects in teh look. looking on with sheer indulgent delight. what it said of hs love for her made what came later feel clean and untainted, not that desiring the girl you love is wrong but somehow that look made it all feel beautiful

being quiet and Khushi that never usually seem to match.. "jab thum sothi ho tho thum se baath karna kitna asan ho jatha hai".. the quiet to surrender to love.. acknowledging the innate warmth hidden in the same emotion he has been running away from...

There was an actual consummation planned there but for barun's unavailability. But I was glad he wasn't! It helped the characters and the story in a certain way from where I saw... i am glad there was no consummation here... worked better for the story.

Sitting in the twilight today and watching the panorama of asr- khushi love story on the horizon... after all the pacifications done later to the hut.. it seems absolutely natural for two young souls being carried away in the rapture of the moment. They were in love for long.. they are married.. blissfully? may be not yet..

I remember how I felt that day 2 years ago... Somewhere I understood her hesitance... i agree with you and completely understant why she would be hesitant... apart from all else, this whole thing is terribly new to her, she doesn't perhaps even understand her own physical responses... and yes, their marriage has its issues... but i do wish they had thought out her feelings and reactions a bit more clearly. this is a very very delicate moment, it needed more tender handling or so i felt... khushi's expressions became just worried and wooden at a point, the struggle between wanting, worrying, fearing... the durector i felt had given alot of thought to asr and then of course barun took it to another level... but khushi... you know i made caps like a maniac for this episode, i so wished i could get some more of khushi's...

for all my love for asr, for all the times I have been his unofficial defense attorney in all asr gaha haha haha has the man paid you or not, tell me.- khushi debates with friends, he needed to apologize to her more than to confess his love. Ofcourse same is true for khushi for she denied him the right to information which led to the whole mess...but the khushi I loved was left into oblivion some where the previous dec. never to come back again...NO expectations from her left... but this man retained his conscience through out.. even if the goons were not to come there.. some where he would have sat up to pour his heart... just like he did ultimately in that farmhouse... so right you are... even before farmhouse, he went and apologised... for each and every thing... thsi character was such ajoy. and you know i was looking at kate's latest edit with the silk robed asr... wondering what would have happened if they made him much harsher than they finally did... even if they he forced khushi to live with him, and i thought, even then he would have shown his remarkable conscience, his flowing inner tenderness, his innocence.. all would be there... that is how powerfully barun and his creatives gave me asr. i would have been his other defence lawyer but for that i would have to be alive... 😆

It would be absolutely fine if they weren't interrupted ... but some where it preserved the thematic coherence of this love story.. of these characters.. which is the core of IPK..

Where are my asr and khushi... trying to look for them.. before it gets too dark...

Originally posted by: Horizon

Indi,

Sensuously layered write up. Great symbolism all around , arnav rekha, fireflies, white and red depicting these two (incredible), The connection to another polar opposite fateful night is very very touching.
ASR/ barun sitting leisure on the hay stack playing with the hay conversing with his lady "tumhe kaise paha chala" in itself is very intimate and a vision to savor . the letting loose of his restraint there gracefully is too.. Every expression very measured yet passionate... very much asr
When the fire flies flew away, Khushi's fear of darkness since her parents' loss is not there any more becos she has him now . just like he found aaram to the chot inside that you beautifully described..
Fitting vm, great use of frames coming back and forth to his stunned desire both looking at her silhouette and when she opens the make shift curtain..

Originally posted by: sohara

episode-262

The airport official suggests Khushi to go to the police first and comes back with legal papers. Only in that case, they will allow her and the police to watch the cc TV footage.

So khushi has to leave with broken heart.

While mami was lecturing Khushi on kidnapping, shyam tries to hear them. He gets incredulous to see their camaraderie. khushi's activity seems suspicious to him. Or moreover she asked him twice about those papers. khushi also looks at him with suspicion. she knows very well about his knavery and humbug. Here he was shown so keen and perceptive while Khushi almost gave the game away by asking for those papers directly.😡

In his room, Shyam gets the baby cradle; he hid those papers under it with some tape. He sees those paper is safe under the cradle.

How funny it is that a shrewd and extremely clever man like him taped such important

Papers under the baby cradle! He doesn't have any bank locker or safe! hai re nand kisore. full AR porperty papers... under cradle, under flower pot...🤔

mami calls all the five star hotel in Scotland, but arnav is not found in of those hotels. It didn't make any sense to me. How does she know that Arnav is staying in a five star hotel! He can stay in any resort or guest house. Or he can stay in any friend's house too. Anyway, she is baffled now and ponders Khushi's words. She gets eerie in anticipation, whether Arnav is really in danger! . But she aberates her thought, she is sure Arnav is fine. She tries Arnav's number also, but his phone is unreachable. Her suspicion grows more, when she thinks why the telephone operator is talking in hindi but not in scotish. She is sure, Arnav is in India. She let Khushi know about her suspicion. khushi also tells her what conversation she had with the airport official. As khushi has the address of the office, an idea comes to mami's mind. She tells her to be ready by 12, they will go somewhere.

mami is dressed in black track pant and jacket, trying to look like a detective. It's good that she is wearing appropriate outfit to go somewhere to steal something. But I'm flabbergasted to see her crudeness. They are suspecting that Arnav is kidnapped and his life is in danger. Then how mami, a woman of the age of arnav's mom, is behaving like a kid! There is no sign of grief or anguish in her visage. is it a game? but a serious matte to get worried. absolutely true Sohara.. I like mamiji usually but the way they made her behave extremely mean towards Payal ruined her character for me. And now when she is actually doing good helping Khushi they still try and make it all a game. In fact this whole trying to find Arnav by ourselves is so nonsensical. And then finally even this redeeming act of hers will not help because she will not side with the Gupta sisters after Shyam is exposed. Very thoughtless writing in this regard.

mami tells Khushi about her plan to go to the airport office to steal the cc tv footage. She also gets all the necessary goods what may need to get inside the office. She got all the ideas from the movies. khushi is scared whether they will get caught or not, because there will be lot of camera around there.

mami and Khushi is on their mission to steal cc tv footage. In the dark night, mami can't even walk properly with her goggles. khushi tells her to take off her goggles, cause it's really dark. Or moreover it's not a frivolous thing, but a very serious matter. but mami wants to be her detective character! Seriously I'm fed up of her immaturity.👏

khushi climbs up the gate first and mami after her. They find the guard is sleeping in a chair. mami tries to faint him with chloroform. But rather making him faint the guy wakes up from his sleep. They hardly can manage to hide. Khushi chides mami what she was doing! Fortunately the guy went to sleep again. They tiptoe to the guard again and mami gets the keys from him. The keys were about to fell on the ground, but mami catches it right before it fells.

They go inside the store room next, where all the video tapes are kept. mami alerts Khushi to watch the surveillance camera. They need to cover those cameras before stealing the tapes. To block the camera, mami wants to throw liquid color with the color gun. But khushi thinks, before she can spray the color, she will be caught in the camera. So it's not a good idea. khushi asks if she brought any sharp object? Fortunately mami has that. Khushi walks to the camera, kneeling down, so that her image doesn't come in the camera. She successfully can cut the cable of the camera. When mami says it would be more thrilling if she would spray the color, khushi acerbates to hear her immature thought. She came here to get to know about Arnav's whereabouts, it's not something funny. A sudden feeling of anguish painfully constricts her heart. Tears well up in her eyes anticipating arnav's misery. mami says in a quick repartee that, Arnav is not only her husband but her nephew as well. She came here, because she is concerned for him. she chides Khushi not to be so emotional. They should complete their job for what they came for. khushi says she will not be emotional.

They start to play the tapes one after another. And after playing some tapes they find the tape of Arnav. mami screams out, look it's Arnav bitua. khushi rewinds the tape and when she sees him her heart again gets assailed with fresh reservation of pain. Her raw emotions rise from the cavern of her heart. Tears again brim in her eyes. She touches the TV screen gently to feel him. a deluge of feelings wreak havoc in her heart mami keeps her hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but as soon as Khsuhi notices this, she controls her emotions, pretends to do dusting something off from her shoulder. She doesn't want to show her sympathy to her, cause she is low cilass phatti saree. After seeing her tenderness towards khsuhi I remember nani's comment about mami, that she looks strong from outside, but she is not bad at heart.

They finally found the footage where they saw few guys stopped Arnav inside the airport, before he can get in. so it is now clear to them that Arnav has been abducted by some people.

[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoDoZWUsVmY[/YOUTUBE]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoDoZWUsVmY

credit goes to the maker

Originally posted by: indi52

lost are worlds within me
on the edge of faith have i stood long
and watched my temples burn
taken from myself
tied by the treachery of turbid love

in the gloam stars did stop
lost have i roamed the darkness
grasping at the night
and wrapped it around
made it yield to the might within
with hands i fought to break free

and yet lost i was

till the twilight said
amid the barrenness of deserted time
what if i lost you

out of that stopped star
that trenchant stubborn darkness
did you come streaking out
in unstoppable carmine flow
and grasped the phantom shadows
and wrapped with shining faith
seeking what had been lost
so many darknesses ago

and you found me
dhoond liya tumne

my arms rise and hold at last
my feet stay firm at the edge of faith
red pulsating do you flow
and return to me every lost world of mine

theek ho tum?
how can i be when you are not
in my arms
safe and dominant and ascending
and angry and indomitable and...
arnav ji

yes, just that, only that, hamesha that
arnav ji

how could i be if you aren't there
to torment and tether me
to wrap me in your darkness pure
to the heart of which i flow
only to find
light, just that, only that, hamesha that
aakhir humne aapko dhoondh hi liya

when i find you
why does it feel as if i found my lost worlds
each one of them
aisa kyun hota hai

episode 266

there is poetry in the very heart of this episode. a flowing beautiful ballad or perhaps an ode to love and a song to desire.

theek ho tum? a man's voice asks raggedly. have i ever seen such naked need on a man's face.

her well being. it is paramount. in fact, it is perhaps lifeline. if she is well, only then is he... let's not even think of the alternative.

he had asked her how she'd realised he was in danger, and she had just begun to reply... "when you called and said..." just then there was noise and instantly he was alert to the danger.

not to him... to her.

"khushi, jaldi utro... now..." through clenched teeth and that telltale sign of love, his anger, he told her to quickly get down onto the floor be safe.

he watched quietly as long as he could when a man crass and casually lawless, almost intrinsically offensive and possessing no idea of respect to women whatsoever, got revoltingly chummy with her. for her safety's sake he tried his best to quell his anger. though he seethed and fumed at every little word and gesture. did this man just say he would feed khushi?

the obscenity of that carelessly flung sentence. the suggestion of an intimacy that makes the skin crawl. yet asr tried to hold his temper in check.

but then, there was touching. and threatening. as rocky approached khushi, a man's rage rose and seemed to plumb deep within all the way to the primal man etched in his being.

yet still, he fought for control because harm must not come to her...

but then something in the unedifying voice of rocky made him snap suddenly. "don't you dare touch her, you..." he shot out furious not caring any longer about consequences.

his rage had ascended to the point where it needed to. he caught hold of the grill which till now had refused to budge and with a roar, ripped it off the wall and leaped across to make sure the man who had dared touch his life would wish he'd never ever laid eyes on her.

that anger which had propelled him on the day when goons waylaid them on the to nainital, today a glimpse of it again; but now the fury more potent with the power of stated, submitted to love. that day it had been an instinct he didn't quite understand, nor she. it had confused him, and angered him to have that feeling at all, to have lost control because someone had dared to lay a finger on her. he hadn't understood his reaction, and yet perhaps he had... and that's why that defensive anger, that throwing her out of the car.

but today... it is different. today he owns the right to protect her. he cherishes it in fact. it is his duty, it is his desire. and rocky may forget many things in his life, but he will never forget what happened in the couple of minutes after the diabetic, weak captive threw away a ventilator and landed on this side.

she watched terrified as the fight between the two men got going, her concern only for the one for whom she would risk everything, even her life. arnav ji. she flinched when he was punched on the chin, and when again she saw he was not able to control his rage and let go, she screamed, "arnav ji, chhoriye..."

her voice of course did get through, it always did that, didn't it... and he found himself again.

then as he calmed quickly, focus only on her, came that beautiful feeling... the one that makes us transcend the greatest limit of all: ourselves. it was not him he cared about... it was her.

"theek ho tum?"

a variation on a sublime theme that belonged only to ipk... tum theek ho?

it had to be said brusquely, with an edge, almost as if it didn't matter and yet you knew that's all that did matter really.

but today, love made it speak softly. with every bit of need and longing showing. they had come a long way since a treacherous night, since a bridge that wouldn't be crossed. in the darkness it seemed light had come again, as it often did in their lives... as he sat alone in a dimmed desperate cell he had at last embraced a truth his heart had known but his head had butted against.

and she... as she felt him in her dreams and lurched scared in nightmares, she had come to understand why she missed him so and spoke to the winds of him.

as they stood here now, again in the dark almost, only one light bulb casting shadows...

she had to be honest and tell him, no, with a childlike shake of her head. with him she could be every bit who she was now... no need to pretend, to show that she can handle it, nothing... at last khushi had found a place where she could just be.

as he watched amazed, perhaps even askance, she moved... she flew, she coursed, she rushed in like the tide... a streak of red, the colour of blood, of a bride... cutting through the darkness all around... she ran and went straight to her lode star, arnav ji. her arms reached out and held him. her body crashed into his with complete trust, her feet left the ground... she was sure he would be there, would never let her fall.

a joy seemed to hit him hard even as he realised what her "no" to his question meant... she was not okay, not till he was in her arms and he was okay and he was holding her, and...

once before after he had hit a man almost senseless for her, she had come running to him and fallen upon his chest seeking solace. that day his arms had halted, he had not been able to embrace her back... why? why... he had wondered..

today there was no need for such questions. his arms rose like perfectly metered lines in a love poem and went around her, drawing her close and right in.

a long and boundless embrace filled the world.

asr and khushi finally hugged each other for the very first time.

we were 266 episodes into a romance that had shaken us with its longing without practically any heavy duty "physical" scene. perhaps because the two of them could send goosebumps running up and down by simply looking at each other.

there was something almost spiritual about this very first embrace.

as though the door to the eternal was through it somewhere. the emotion that seeped through every other emotion felt was... surrender.

at last. a surrender to love.

and there was joy almost rising to ecstasy. her tears flowed, she held him closer and yet closer, her smile opened up...

his head nestled closer into her hair her shoulder, her neck; there was no anger, no trace of holding back on his face, the most open expression ever and a spreading joy, the smile growing wider, the arms gathering closer, he just stood there enjoying her being mingling with his.

his. at last at last, his... and nothing else mattered.

asr was just and only her lover at this moment. and she only the girl he had said, "khushi, i love you" to.

i have never seen such a meeting and clashing and clasping of pure joy. i can almost feel their hearts welling with love.

the first time they held each other in their arms, rightly, it was all about an infinite emotion, it was about the union of their essence, their essential selves, almost outside the bounds of their physical beings.

it was about the coming home.

about finding each other and their own selves... something almost ethereal in it.

soon though they would be interrupted and he'd grasp her hand and begin to run, trying to reach her to safety. there would be a chase... a bunch of three oversized and gun toting goons following them on eheels nad foot... giving chase, intent on capture.

while they would run free, holding each other's hand.

and while the fact that they are running with doubles would interfere with the experience, that hint of danger would keep my mind focused.

the first time i saw, i was so filled with the first hug, i had no idea what was on the way. ipk had never been too generous with its gems per episode. wasn't that what we saw already generous enough?

but no, suddenly they were hiding behind a pillar, and one riveting eye peered out trying to see if the goons had been given the slip. no, they hadn't. "oh, sh..." said a terrifically contemporary voice one which was had just a moment before asked a timeless"theek ho tum?"

her eyes panicked. his searched... solution, asr looks for one almost instinctively...

and there it is... right behind, those cartons at the back.

and he took her hand and took a step immediately, no time to lose...
they fell...

yes, again a fall...

and then in each others arms they lay.

hugging.

and as danger surged and roamed around, as revolver barrels became more visible and men in dark clthes looked more threatening, there came the next layer of love submitted to.

desire.

what makes the engine go?
desire, desire, desire.
the longing for the dance
stirs in the buried life.
~~~ stanley kunitz~~~

yes, this blessing came with the second hug... it reared it's head as they lay stretched on the ground, she lying smack on him, arms clutching at each other. her head was buried in his neck... fear was the uppermost feeling perhaps...

then it became the key...

to the first stirrings of physical yearning.

is there a connection between fear and carnal desire? are they both survival instincts, part of our most ancient selves? does the heightening of one sort of bring into play the other?

there was something heady about that proximity of danger and the sight of two terribly attractive young people crushed against each other, growing intoxicated almost, sensing each other, staring, wanting.
you could feel a pressure building and burgeoning.

khushi felt it first, or at least we saw her feeling that other sensation first. when it registered, breaking beyond the fear...
she paused and was almost blown away by it, then she began to move as if in a daze, burying her face against his skin, moving her head mesmerised, turning to look at him, as if to see what his reaction was... her eyes went to his lips and a hunger came.

he was caught in the storm himself... his eyes said things. something murmured and hummed in the air. it made you sit up straight and get a little lost.

only a few seconds... kyun dard hai played yet there was no pain, only freedom and desire in this ishq, rabba vey rabba vey.

when they hugged that first time, a cascade of memories joined them; from an encounter in the rain, a meeting at a temple and the tying of a bandage, a tryst with a glass embedded in a wrist, a moment when a earring got entangled... and more. there were fairylights, poolsides, payals, kisses missed and not and more in that embrace. each thought heightening the other, making a simple locking of arms around each other into an endless moment in their lives, rich and overflowing.

but here... in this second embrace... they are just by themselves, here and now. yes danger stalks, but it is extraneous, almost forgotten. here it is just teh two of them and this instant, to be grabbed and made own by sensual desire. i loved this aspect, this accepting of all that is love. this honesty. felt like asr khushi.

the goons lurked, the music played on. it was a scene that brought to mind one from a mid seventies movie... blackmail... rakhee and dharmendra in a similar situation and a full song picturised on it. here only a few seconds, but explosive sexuality. unforgettable really.

there was something so real and precious about khushi expressing herself, her longing as a woman, as his lover... beyond the prescribed achhi ladki/bahu limits of indian television.

also the nature of desire that barun and sanaya portrayed...compelling, combusting, compulsive, but always clean and lit up, no dark dank murky notes in it. everything was possible here, all sorts of sexual play, but always with the purest heart and the rightest love.

this cleanness made it totally classic for me, because love is a huge idea, its physical exploration and joy just as valid and beautiful as its other less carnal aspects.

asr and khushi are still running, rocky has joined the chase too, after recovering a bit... and after both the lovers have acted nutty and hurt themselves for the other... at last it is night, and there before them a hut in the middle of a jungle. another scaling of reality awaits there.

here's the song from blackmail i referred to earlier. credit to uploader.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpb8b2Dc-Xk[/YOUTUBE]