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Rishabh Kundra. frigid , intimidating and dominatingly rigid. His dusky , mountainous cheek bones moved within their sediments of skin as his jaw ruffled in its usual nature of authority and unintentional terror in revenge..but his tongue and his expressions were as sweet as disguised poison. ..his voice , his notion..no matter how sweet and sickly it seems to appear from the words or by the casual cluck of his tongue..it still shakes every fragile bone inside his little lamb ..both bring out the most productive and yet the most repulsive shades out of each other...The wolf may always remain within the innate islands of self conflict , emotional turmoil...he may be lost , shaking and kneeling vulnerable on his knees among the inner plateaus of his twisted , imbalanced turmoil along with all of his dual mechanisms making his inner and outer emotional outbursts of pain ; sermonize , fight and battle against each other and yet are entangled together indelibly inside a body of silent , murderous pain where there is a man who can make the universe weep at its surrender of battles...and yet can appall the world by tracing sudden flashes of political ruthless steps of anarchy , using his authoritarian attitude of animalistic survival to NO END 😳... this grey mountain ...the mountain being the man of regal ism, a man of staggering dignity , a man of decision and a man of promise and peril .and the power is NOT crumbling all the superficial pride and ego when it comes to emotions.. instead the man of authority and dictatorship GETS EVEN, and does not brood midst the dark moors weeping like a typical tragic hero...this guy burns all the obstacles through his flaunting flawed characteristics with his signature arrogant smirk..by telling the entire world that his love for Madhubaala is irrevocable and he is "heart broken"...he is not going going to stop anywhere within his junoon...its going to even make him diminish the broken pieces of Madhu's life that already are dying and decaying..and today he made those pieces of her life into nothingness..cause now all her life will ever be consisted of is RK and his whirlpool of emotions and junoon with the background of flashy lights waiting for her to get lost in them. Finally the aag kya daariya is taking her where the wolf had waited all along.
Udne Ki Aasha
Cricket
