so -- like with every time that i feel overwhelmed with pheelings 😆, i got the urge to run a poll. 'xcept what i first thought of was not a poll, it was more like a question with many choices, not just
aye or
na-aye.
i got back to the thinking board and did what one is supposed to the do at such a thing, and came back with a poll question! wanna hear? yeah, like you have a choice! 😆
remember the first dance prem-heer did? the one that was a dream? well, i wanna know:
whose dream was it?? and the reason i really wanna know is because of that incendiary phhandooh there. do you know that that was actually probably the
first phhandooh that heer initiated???
what was remarkable about this phhandooh was that -- unlike most phhandoohs that prem starts, and he looks down at her hands -- here, both of them were totally lost in a pheyeooh that...


it's only when she has lifted his hand almost upto her face that prem notices, his lashes doing that customary slow deliberate shading of his eyes, before he turns them dreamily back at her face.
but she? she never ever leaves her focus -- her eyes are steady and locked on his face, reading every nuance, ready to leave if he should wish it, content to stay because he wants it.


but all that is lost when she has held his hand against her cheek. i loved that she closes her eyes to close out everything but that touch.


and when she opens them up again, i wondered whether she had a moment of uncertainty -- that the strength of her feeling for prem was something that perhaps he did not feel as well. so still was he standing, the only thing moving was that gentle slide of his hand as she let it go, and he let it drop.


because here, it looked like there was a question in her eyes, something that trembled almost with a tinge of worry. as if asking prem:
do you? do you feel as much as i do? am i the only one whose entire being is going up in flames just because you are close to me? am i the only one who feels like there has been nothing in my whole life as right as this moment, in my dreams, with you?maybe this was the only time that heer ever had to question prem's pheelings for her.
because almost without a heartbeat's moment of time later, prem answered her, with a touch just as sure as when her hand was guiding his. is it any wonder that all questions shimmered, floated and vanished into nothingness even before it took any form? 😍 oh the look in her eyes, the look on her face! it was perfect. 😍


haaai.
seriously? sometimes, i despair that i'm now totally spoilt for any other story. and most times? i don't bother with the despair.
these guys were/are/always will be sooooo ... perfect. 😍
and totally distracting.
this was a poll, darnit! 😡
and the poll is:
whose dream was this??
whose was the forward, bold, come-and-get-me vision?
whose dream was it that had heer --
quiet, traditional, ''meri izzat, meri zindagi'' heer! -- taking prem's hand first to touch against his skin against hers, and had prem --
quiet, non-flashy, ''won't dance even if you pull me into the middle of a dance floor'' prem! -- swirling heer back into his arms, so that he can cradle her in his arms, and nuzzle her cheek through her hair??
prem's or heer's?
*sigh. i am just setting the stage up for lots of phrebelling, amn't i? 😆* caps from khushi's
rtm #12:
http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=1066959