❤️~The Ishq and Junoon Magic Box~#1 PAGE 5.UPDTD. - Page 4

Originally posted by: SiMi81

It seems like RK is finally bowing down to his BiWi (aka Madhu)! It's about time! But using alcohol as a means to blot out the memory of his past as well as blocking out his apology to his Sasuma seems tragic to me! Poor RK is so misunderstood!...He's probably hurt that his wife wants to betray him also! I feel RK's pain so much in today's episode! I hope that things patch up between Madhu and RK and then he will realize that Madhu is a good woman. RK definitely pushed all of her buttons when he started being mean to her mother. So she did what any woman defending herself would do, GET EVEN!

Originally posted by: dreamyjennice

It's good yo get all different analysis under one roof...loved all the analysis...todays epi was very normal Irish...another war begun...me in madhu situation might also do same thinking to check with consequences...he has to say sorry..even he means it o or not coz just saying the word is a big dent in his heart...so I relate yo her.m.and yes to show him,not take her forgranted coz he only is not b black...but she can be one too if it comes to her loved ones...hqq hai ek mera song suits do much good on these two rather than originals...but it's so intense...made for them only...but should be used care full...like it didn't relate yesterday...rishu...he was yummylicios yesterday...he was good and DVD scene nd dialogue..were superb...

THE BOY BURST OUT OF THE CLOSETS.

We felt that Mahdu will be the sole force to pull the dead Rishu back to life…but more than the revenge plastered in golden foil , The lamb's grey bends for the sake of demanding her mother's honour back…One construction of daughter's respect to a mother lead to a son's broken, soulful outburst that keeps on demanding his father back in one way or the other… He's hollow , broken , tattered and forever gloomy brooding around a glamorous , dark road that still carries the echo of his father's laughter…More than being the steady , bronze mountain of pride , sneer , cruelty and cynic game play lies a boy who slowly rocks himself within the olive green chair , so that the burned soul of solitude cracks open in the most cherished memories that brings out emotions in someone who only gives a dark smile is response for the past 17 years….Because the only happy , knowledgeable loving eye who used to caress him , who used to be a strong shoulder to lean and weep on …who was his life's luminous whole…defoliated to nothingness leaving a grey lifeless abyss inside the broken man who is said to rule the world…but inside rules and celebrates nothing but the death of himself…The child breaks down and weeps , "Haan papa..maine kabhi bhi nahi haara..maine aapko haar ne nahi diya.."…lekin is jeet kya anjaam kyat ha? The result was losing himself , right? :'(….His grey bitter sweet memories are more painful than a shrouded scream that the whole world can hear , cause a broken , silent scream without showing you its face tears you apart in an instant instead…that's what Rishu is…a broken silent scream that tears this mask named RK apart every time…No one knows how someone who is a living dead swims among broken alleys looking for absolutely nothing except for the faded and glistening past…

His vulnerable voice..his silent echo of holding on to his fathers big supporting hands again shows you through your tears for him , that someone who appears dominating is nothing but dead and empty inside and just needs a hand…The silence of his breakdown suspends you in a compromise that after suffering and pain going saturated..hope just ultimately dies and all you can grasp in your hands is memories of your happiness and life…

*I burst into tears while writing this..first time I got emotional by writing something about someone….RK's scene just burst me into tears.*

THE BOY BURST OUT OF THE CLOSETS.

We felt that Mahdu will be the sole force to pull the dead Rishu back to life'but more than the revenge plastered in golden foil , The lamb's grey bends for the sake of demanding her mother's honour back'One construction of daughter's respect to a mother lead to a son's broken, soulful outburst that keeps on demanding his father back in one way or the other' He's hollow , broken , tattered and forever gloomy brooding around a glamorous , dark road that still carries the echo of his father's laughter'More than being the steady , bronze mountain of pride , sneer , cruelty and cynic game play lies a boy who slowly rocks himself within the olive green chair , so that the burned soul of solitude cracks open in the most cherished memories that brings out emotions in someone who only gives a dark smile is response for the past 17 years'.Because the only happy , knowledgeable loving eye who used to caress him , who used to be a strong shoulder to lean and weep on 'who was his life's luminous whole'defoliated to nothingness leaving a grey lifeless abyss inside the broken man who is said to rule the world'but inside rules and celebrates nothing but the death of himself'The child breaks down and weeps , "Haan papa..maine kabhi bhi nahi haara..maine aapko haar ne nahi diya.."'lekin is jeet kya anjaam kyat ha? The result was losing himself , right? :'('.His grey bitter sweet memories are more painful than a shrouded scream that the whole world can hear , cause a broken , silent scream without showing you its face tears you apart in an instant instead'that's what Rishu is'a broken silent scream that tears this mask named RK apart every time'No one knows how someone who is a living dead swims among broken alleys looking for absolutely nothing except for the faded and glistening past'

His vulnerable voice..his silent echo of holding on to his fathers big supporting hands again shows you through your tears for him , that someone who appears dominating is nothing but dead and empty inside and just needs a hand'The silence of his breakdown suspends you in a compromise that after suffering and pain going saturated..hope just ultimately dies and all you can grasp in your hands is memories of your happiness and life'

*I burst into tears while writing this..first time I got emotional by writing something about someone'.RK's scene just burst me into tears.*