Originally posted by: asmitamohanty
I can't deny that no matter how much I am irritated with Prarthana throughout this track..but today I felt sad for her as well....heart aches for both of them..
The alimony track,no matter how stupid and useless it is, is perhaps one of the most devastating chapters in PraShiv’s story, because it is not just about money or lies — it is about two broken souls, both loving with everything they have, yet both hurting each other in the process.
On one side, there is SHIVANSH. A man who has spent his life battling abandonment, who grew up believing that love was not meant for him, that trust was a luxury he could never afford. When Prarthana entered his world, she didn’t just become his wife — she became his anchor, the living proof that perhaps he did deserve to be loved. Slowly, painfully, she restored in him the ability to trust, the ability to hope. And now, when she returns only to ask for alimony, when she places money between them instead of love, it shakes him at his very core. For Shivansh, every bond has been fragile—his mother’s departure, the hollow warmth of a house where he trusted only Bua Maa, the suffocating loneliness he buried under anger and pride. Into that world came Prarthana—his light, his anchor, the one person who made him believe that maybe, just maybe, love could stay.
And now, that very person keeps repeating that her presence is for money, not for him. Each time she utters “alimony,” she doesn’t just wound him; she resurrects every fear he has ever fought to suppress. It validates the darkest voice inside his head—the one that whispers he isn’t enough, that people will always choose power, wealth, or convenience over him.It isn’t greed he sees — it is betrayal. It isn’t her mistrust — it is the echo of his deepest wound: “You were never enough to be chosen for love.” That’s why he pleads, that’s why he breaks — because losing his trust in Prarthana means losing his trust in love, in goodness, in life itself.
Shivansh is a man of fire and ice—fiery in passion, icy in pride. He confesses rarely, but when he does, it’s with his soul stripped bare. He has pleaded with her, given her chances, even promised not to demand explanations—and yet her silence continues. That silence is heavier than betrayal. It places him in a tormenting loop: wanting to trust her with all he has, but being pulled back by the evidence of her own words.
The psychological demand here is brutal: he is being forced to hold love in one hand and disbelief in the other. He cannot let go of either, so he bleeds between the two. His anger, his intensity, his outbursts are not signs of cruelty—they are the cries of a man stretched beyond endurance, who is drowning in contradictions.
Prarthana’s lie was meant to protect him, but its unintended cost is this: it has become his greatest punishment,his psychological crucible. Because for Shivansh, to love someone and not be trusted in return is far more painful than any wound life has given him. 💔
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On the other side, there is PRARTHANA,A girl shaped by abandonment and rejection, carrying wounds that taught her to put others above herself, even at the cost of her own heart. When she saw the threat of Sonalika and Bua Maa looming over Shivansh, she did what she has always done—chose silence, chose to bear the poison herself so that he might be safe. A woman whose innocence and devotion are often mistaken for weakness, but in truth, she is fighting her own battles with fear. So she plays this role—cold, detached, money-seeking—because it gives her the illusion of control. She convinces herself that her sacrifice will protect him, that if he hates her for greed, it will hurt less than if he hates her for exposing the woman he reveres. What she doesn’t realise, however, is that in trying to shield him, she is inflicting on him the very wound he cannot survive: the feeling that he is unworthy of being loved.
Her love is unshakable, but her method of loving is flawed. Instead of confronting Shivansh with the truth about Bua Maa and Sonalika, she hides behind the mask of greed. Why? Because her scars tell her that honesty will destroy everything. Her dream of Shivansh raising his hand, her fear of losing his reverence, her knowledge of his blind spot towards Bua Maa — all of it convinces her that the safest way to protect him is to make herself the villain. She would rather have him hate her for money than for truth, because in her mind, that will hurt him less. But in doing so, she unknowingly inflicts the very wound he cannot survive: the belief that he is unworthy of being loved.
And so, PraShiv fall into a tragic paradox —
Shivansh begs for truth, because only honesty can save him.
Prarthana hides the truth, because she fears her honesty will destroy him.
Both are right in their pain, both are wrong in their approach, specially Prarthana is particularly . What remains is a battlefield of love — where every word cuts, every silence screams, and every lie is told out of devotion, not deceit.
This is not the story of two people who don’t love each other. This is the story of two people who love so fiercely, so desperately, that their very love becomes the source of their suffering. And that is what makes PraShiv so heartbreakingly beautiful. 💔
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