Zeb-Kripa Sizzle/ FB Required/ Poor Z-K! - Page 4

Originally posted by: SRK Addict

You know T, we debated about this the day Dinky posted the news, and I must say this.....as a woman, as a human being, I will never condone such a vile act, even an attempted act, as it is the lowest level that a person can sink to. I do know that it was over the top to scare her, to make her think that she was about to loose her virtue, and I can't agrue with you on that point. He wasn't justified, I agree with you here as well. I also agree that he should have found another way to deal with her.

Now this said, I don't think he would have ever gone through with the rape. What has us all in a tizzy was the intensity of the scene, the pain, the raw anger and the torment of both of them, not the actual act that almost took place. At least from my point of view, the almost act was surpassed by all the emotions.....wrong as that may be.




O.k, to be honest, my succumb meter was nowhere in sight, it was an Awwwww moment, but more than that, all I wanted to do is take both of them into my arms, soothe all their wounds and re-assure them that it will all be alright.



Well, I don't think it registered to her , what he was doing....she was in a state of shock, terrified, defeated beyond words. She was numb, so numb that all she could do is stare at him when he did that. You noticed hoe she didn't even take her dupatta, he had to lift her hands to hand it to her. It was him telling her to get out that last time, along with the not so subtle nudge towards the door that shook he loose of her shock, and that too, not completely.



Nicely put, T. "Reluctant and grudging"....as if it were pulled from the depths of his soul against his will, against his better judgement!



Eeuuwww!!! As Amal put it in her post. Those lips and any kisses that come form them, are soley Kripas proerty.....she has a copyright on them, though a silent one.

Like your plan??? Love it!!! But T, do tell me where to sign up to volunteer for this.....me want my share as well. 😆

👏.........sigh! you two girls surely add a hundred moons to my post everyday......I just love reading your interactions and i never interrupt.😆

I am still recovering from yesaterday's powerful impact, these chemically explosive Zeb/Angad-Kripa I tell you.😉😳😛

"Heaven in their eyes and stars glittering through their souls..........."😉

Hey Nits,

Jaan…words such an amazing, wonderful and all now sound pretty plain to your analysis. I will say, I admire and really respect your ideas for in your work…some part of an individual comes out with emotions to create provoking thoughts in others. With you're thoughts…I'll now add mine to highlight the one of the greatest episode's of this show!

Firstly, I wish Zaib actually heard what Angad was telling Mishty…he said "Duniya mein bahut sare log dusro ki khushi ke liye shaadi karte hai…par kya woh khush reh pate hai...mein tumse puchta hoon…kya tum khush ho." Like you said Nits, this was clearly aimed at Kripa's marriage. In other words, he is asking Mishty what he couldn't get an answer within himself or is he deceiving his own emotions?

Another thing that he conversed with Mishty about not ever leaving her was such a lie, for he is merely using her for his deep rage. He exclaimed "Kya yeh sahi hoga ki mein tumhare itne kareeb aake tumse dur chala jaoun…aur mein murke ek baar bhi na dekhoon." Why are you increasing Mishty's love and aiming it as an arrow from a bow of vengeance to rip Kripa's existence? Why? Aren't you giving her a reason to hate you later for crushing her heart into million pieces by providing a bed of thorns while creating a fake aroma of pleasure around her? You claim you were betrayed and left alone, but aren't you going to do the same in future to Mishty.

Next, Kripa very confidently pounces and fails one of Zaib's intentions…this time she indirectly slaps his conscience even though she used the wrong means to prove her point. The sad part is they think of life as a game, where they play to defeat one another at any cost.

Nits, sweetie…I usually agree with you mostly, but few things you said that are little different from what I believe. Even though it's futile to blame others, for that only becomes a primary reason for unhappiness—I still feel that Zaib is doing something wrong in the name of revenge. If he wishes to settle scores and make Kripa cry till she hits the ground and melts is one thing, but tarnishing another person's life (Mishty) is not a way out. Kripa knows he is simply using her and she wishes well for Mishty even though they never really get along.

Kripa with determination to puncture Angad's target was well hit for her coolness vented his spleen. Just like only Angad can stab Kripa's emotions, even simply Kripa can deflate his unexplained purpose. Sigh… are they rendering a stage of annoyance, fury, revenge—or stabbing their hearts which have each other's imprints etched. Strong, powerful, potent, compelling, intoxicating gaze between them…which soon forces a rain of deep sorrow, inflicted pain, utter anguish flow through their eyes.

As soon as Kripa reveals her plan, Zaib is taken aback for a second for he could not accept defeat from her so easily…ego issue! So, of course, he had to challenge and announce a battle of retaliation to vanish her fizzled imaginings of separating him from Mishty. Someone wise once said that no matter how dark the night is, the sun always rises—but it seems as if Angad-Kripa's lost love in the midst of fury, retribution, so called "hatred" seems to be ignoring the brightness of the day and seeking into the realms of sun setting. Stop chasing shadows, when brightness is following somewhere in your soul.

You earlier made a comparison about Kripa being the poison in him…which doesn't let him live. Indeed, I would say his resentment that he is furnishing in the home of his heart is the poison for he is consuming bitterness every moment and waiting for the other person to collapse. Anger has warmed his intentions and overheats his crushed heart rather than soothing it with care. Undying love burning with flames of rage.

We know the trampled state of Angad's heart, yet his immediate attempt at assault went at first a little too far. In the game to win, one shouldn't cross boundaries—but I was glad that Zaib transformed to Angad when he struck at her. Zaib grasped his anger and threw a hot coal at Kripa, but Angad burnt in it and refrained. Zaib's momentary madness was controlled by Angad's deep passion which never left him. Anger gushed into Zaib's veins and blood and fused out the lamp of his heart until the flame of some distant love rekindled in Angad's heart.

Kripa-- who is shocked at Angad's shameful act, terrified at evaluating his deed, frightened at his craziness in anger, numb at his degrading thoughts, flattened at his intense fury…yet astonished at his sudden change in unexplainable behavior. Broken vision…cracks in their hearts have power to overshadow the wholeness of themselves…but can they control?

Angad's love poured out as he not only gave her the dupatta back, but also wrapped her with his jacket of care. He unintentionally might have pounced at her, but couldn't attack her in a way to lose himself completely. As he threw her out, the door might have closed but suddenly is heart slightly opened…for was he destroying her or shattering himself. Both Angad and Kripa peeked into broken mirror of heart staring at the torn pieces of themselves.

Teardrops dance and secrets feast upon the hearts of innocence as they stand questioning their love's love. Angad asked, "Kitni nafrat karta hoon..phir bhi aaj bhi mera dil uske liye kyun dharkta hai" and Kripa sighed "Par bhi mujhe takleef kyun ho rahi hai..yeh asoo kiske liye"…heart can be broken by people you love, but those hearts can only be mended by your love as well. What a vain thing that they question their inner self, yet don't seek for an honest answer rather than cover it with words of deception.

"Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul." If tears could build a stairway on memories alone…they would have built a tower by now. Instead of looking with awareness, there spectacles are covered with frames or anger and distrust. What a battle…where both are traumatized, devastated, crushed, conquered at the end…yet continually fighting to degrade one another. They are trying to negate life's importance by wearing masks of hatred, but sinking in ocean of lake for resentment and anger is over powering their soul's unidentified goal. "Tears of regrets, remorse and despair waters the roots of love and life itself."

Nits hun, I totally agree that today's episode was simply brilliant…for every aspect was between Angad and Kripa were depicted in an excellent fashion. Love simply rules between them…absolutely no doubt!

-Love4ever!

Originally posted by: nitica_82

👏.........sigh! you two girls surely add a hundred moons to my post everyday......I just love reading your interactions and i never interrupt.😆

I am still recovering from yesaterday's powerful impact, these chemically explosive Zeb/Angad-Kripa I tell you.😉😳😛

"Heaven in their eyes and stars glittering through their souls..........."😉

Awww Thanks you Nitu. 🤗 🤗 Its your post that gets us going to begin with. Feel free to jump in. The more, the merrier! 😛 😊

Originally posted by: love4ever

Teardrops dance and secrets feast upon the hearts of innocence as they stand questioning their love's love. Angad asked, "Kitni nafrat karta hoon..phir bhi aaj bhi mera dil uske liye kyun dharkta hai" and Kripa sighed "Par bhi mujhe takleef kyun ho rahi hai..yeh asoo kiske liye"…heart can be broken by people you love, but those hearts can only be mended by your love as well. What a vain thing that they question their inner self, yet don't seek for an honest answer rather than cover it with words of deception.



"Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul." If tears could build a stairway on memories alone…they would have built a tower by now. Instead of looking with awareness, there spectacles are covered with frames or anger and distrust. What a battle…where both are traumatized, devastated, crushed, conquered at the end…yet continually fighting to degrade one another. They are trying to negate life's importance by wearing masks of hatred, but sinking in ocean of lake for resentment and anger is over powering their soul's unidentified goal. "Tears of regrets, remorse and despair waters the roots of love and life itself."

Rinku....you amaze me more with each and every post. Your words are so moving and ring in my ears and remain in my heart long after I've read them.

You are a truly romantic soul, a great person with a great heart!!! Thanks for sharing your words with us.