Originally posted by: sohara
Episode-288 (part-1)
beautiful.. rippling water.. like the ebb and flow in their love.
The most surreal moment I have ever seen in TV is when under the azure sky, in the verdant surrounding of a cliff top, a woman who looks angelic in repose coruscates from the embrace of the most handsome man of the world. Never knew that a dirt smudged face and in a dirty vest, a man and woman can be looked so ethereal! It's inevitable, as they are Arnav and Khushi, not some common folks. Not only their look enthralled me, but the emotions, the love what they conveyed just bedazzled me so much that took me to the world of ecstasy, where love is so deep, so visceral. in this surreal moment they talked merely, but their emotions spoke redundantly. what an opening Sohara. and cynthia di is absolutely right. you teach me many new words coruscates...
In the beginning of the episode when Khsuhi fell down from the cliff, Arnav's spirit literally was sinking in every passing moment. After a while when he finds her inert body clinging with a branch on the edge of the cliff, he feels a succor.
"Khushi, everything will be fine." He tries to assuage his tumultuous heart as he pulls her up.
One of the goon calls Shyam to let' him know that Arnav and khushi escaped from their grip. Naturally Shyam exasperates; all his plans went in vein. So he concocts a new ploy for his self defense.
Arnav puts Khushi down on the ground. His heart cringes in fear not to see khushi clutching his shirt like always. He recalls the moment when first time he clutched his collar after got fainted in the guest house. Then next time in naninital when she was fallen sick in fever. Burgeoning tension assails his heart. He tries to wake her up. He says her tenderly, they are escaped and he is fine now. An intense protective tenderness rushes through his vein. He holds her beautiful face in his hand which looks so angelic in repose. He gazes down at her and feels an inexplicable twinge of compassion for her. But Khushi is not responding at all.
"Khushi why aren't you saying anything? Khushi talk to me .khushi say something. khushi, Khushi?" he bit out with almost maniacal fury by shaking her body. His heart anticipates a formidable fear to see her unconscious body and slams painfully against his ribcage. Then he notices blood in his hand with which he was holding her head.
"Khushi, khushi talk to me damn it. This is not funny." he says angrily, the rapidly mushrooming desperation is evident in his voice.
He berates her with endearing authority, wishing she may wake up hearing his scold, but no avail. He gets more restless, any how he has to get her sense back. Khushi just can't leave him like this. He rubs her hand, tries to warm her up, but no she is still inert. love this line
"Please say something Khushi." He beseeches her to wake up. But instead of coming back from sense, her hand lolls down from his hand. He looks at her lovingly who is now looking like a fragile, porcelain doll. He holds her head in his hand, pleads her to say something. He is getting insane in every second.
Arnav now muffles her head in the crook of his neck, as if a she is his baby. A deep throbbing starts up inside, even as he clutches her closer to his heart. There is a rueful expression on his face. He begs her again to wake up.
He keeps his finger below her nostril to check whether she is breathing or not.
"No, open your eyes, please, I'm telling you to breathe damn it."...yelped Arnav in a menacing tone. But nothing is working. His heart and soul are stricken by a devastating pain that wracks his whole being.
He lays her down and pumps her chest trying to resuscitate and pleading her incessantly. with the caustic pain gnawing at his heart, he recalls what she said during heer-ranjha act,
"The best moment of your life and the worst moment of ranjha's life will come now"
He asked her with ambiguity, "what does it mean"
And she replied she will die.
A tremor runs through his vein; the thought daunts him. her words reverberates through his whole being leaving him burnt and scorched. He nods his head no. he can't let her die like heer. In the heer-ranjha act he wished to meet Khushi in some other world. Cause in this world she was a swindler to him. But now when he came to know the truth that not a swindler, but she is his viscus and she also loves him like her life, how can he let her die. his hope is now like the last flicker of candle's flame before it dies out completely. He again pumps her chest to get her sense back.
"Khushi, please wake up damn it. Khushi please say something to me." His voice constricts with pain and agony and the sheer intensity of his fear leaves him momentarily disoriented, shredding him to gruesome merciless pieces. Is the things are getting impertinent, is God bereaving the most beloved person of his life, like the way he did 14 years back! I read in Indi di's take also this. I forgot to think of all this because of the way these two were making breathing difficult for me.
"Just think, I also became a star, in the night, third from the right, what is the brightest one, is me."
Khushi's words resonate in his ear and make him demented more. The air around him shudders with immense grief. nicely written.
"No Khushi, you can't do this to me," he checks her breath again and gives her mouth to mouth CPR. He lifts her torso again in his robust arm. He contemplates her beautiful face with enormous love in his eyes. He cares her face lovingly. Comforted by the reassuring warmth of his finger against her cheek, while Arnav gazes at her features render angelic in repose, the laden weight of woe upon his heart gets heavier and heavier.
"Khushi say something. Khushi please say something."
He presses his lip on her forehead, can't understand what will make her resuscitate. Holding her head on his hand he incessantly pleads her to speak and to wake up.
" Khushi, without you...you can't do this to me...Khushi don't...you can't" His words are getting disjointed, incoherent. Avalanche of emotions engulfs his heart. tears are welling up in his eyes as pain submerged in a sea of fright. His mind ebbs back in the most surreal moment of their life, while both were inebriated.
Jab Tum mere pass ate Ho, Tumhari Dil Ki dhdkano ke sath sath mere dhadkane Bhi Tez ho jate hai, humari dhadkane Ek Ho jate hai.
He holds her hand in the most inviolable place, his heart like the way he did it on holi. And he nestles her body with him. He knows well how their hearts are connected. He keeps her head right above his chest, where his dhadkane, his heart pounds behind his ribcage. He is wishing a silent supplication, if his heartbeat can make her heart to beat. He shuts his eyes with embroilment. hmm I don't know if he did it thinking it would revive her. what do you think?
Dhak Dhak, Dhak dhak... His heart is beating for her. And he utters Khushi with deep emotion. By the reassuring strength of his encircling arms and the energy emanating from his body, life seems plunges in her unconscious body and her fingers move slightly. How beautiful her creamy slender fingers look on his manly chest. And he hears, she says hmmm. He opens his eyes in a jolt. Hey hey and Rabba ve enters in the Bg. He looks at her face in anticipation and his heart brims with immense delight to see her open her eyes slowly. She gasps inaudibly, as if the oxygen really plunged in from his heart. A wide variety of emotions ebbs and flows from his heart, coloring his face with it's invisible brush strokes. His broken heart replenishes with pure happiness. His countenance glints with a glimmer of smile. He enfolds her fragile body in a warm embrace. He cradles her head in his arm to see her alive. There is something new unfurling in the caramel depth of his eyes. With so much love, Khushi whispers arnavji. She gazes up into his eyes earnestly which are flickering now with undecipherable emotions and this is a moment in time that will imprint in her heart and mind for eons to come.. But he doesn't want her to take stress by talking. he hushes her as if she is a little girl. very sweet paragraph. and I loved Sanaya's acting.
"You don't have to say anything."
Khushi touches his cheek to caress it. her face beholds a perfect mirror of tranquility to see her man safe and sound. He holds her hand and kisses on her palm. She is looking at him with teary eyes and he also is staring at her with enormous love. He again kisses on her forehead and takes her in his warm embrace. After facing so many tempests and crossing so many hurdles, when he finally got her, his happiness has spiraled to the zenith; he can't understand how to express or pour his love to her. a new sense of comfort envelopes them even as their bodies perfectly moulds against each other and their hearts beat as one. They stay enveloped in the warmth and oblivion of an invisible cocoon. time seems congealed as Arnav sits down enfolds Khushi in his embrace. But they need to go to their safe heaven, their home. So Arnav breaks the hug and stands up. He puts the dupatta around her neck what was lying beside. Her dupatta is a pivotal part of her life. By wrapping around it on her neck he symbolically restored her safety. he is always her protector, her savior. He helps her to get up. But she is so emaciated that can't stand on her feet.
And her knight in shining armor is just agog to carry her in his arm. This time Khushi's hand involuntarily clutches his shirt, what is really dirty now. haha no wonder I love reading your takes.. His face suffuses with a bright smile. He is khushi's protector and she relies on him, the feeling gives him a surge of satisfaction. Inadvertently a glimmer of smile suffuses her eyes, which look clear, luminescent and fill with mirth. With an ease he picks her supple body in his strong arm and immediately looks in her eyes. She also can't take her eyes off from him just for a moment. Carrying her lissome body in his arm, he starts to stride towards the jeep. her dupattta is flying in the air. How perfectly she fits in his arm as if made just for him.
By keeping her hand on his handsome face, Khushi is trying to feel him by her every sinew. a deluge of indecipherable yet powerful emotions shudders across their heart. Their eyes are transfixed by their gaze. she just stares at him wondrously discovering her own joy reflected in his caramel pool. And the solemn look in his caramel eyes is submerged by love in their swirling depth. It is imprinted with a fluttering joy at being blessed with something as wonderful and rare as their love. A love that surmounted all barriers and a joy that is supreme.
gifs credit goes to tumblr . Some pics are from FB.
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credit goes to Priya
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