Tum Aa Gaye ho, Noor Aa gaya hai...
Nahi toh Chiragon se Lau Ja Rahi thi...
The shell of the indomitable ex don of Hyderabad, walking the path of self self-destruction, was meticulously cracked open to free the earnest soul scrunched inside the hard cover. He bled but as he did, he started to liberate himself from the clutches of pain that had tied him up. Years of captivation resulted in marks on his psyche which emerged as insecurities, fear of abandonment, continuous need of acceptance and ignorance of failure lest the ones besides leaves him again for his shortcomings.
“To love is to be afraid. You are frightened, deathly terrified, that something will happen to those you love. [...] And love enslaves us all, for you cannot have love without fear.”
― Marie Lu
This is where Raghav stands today. Incinerating in his own misery. Pallavi is the balm to his soul. Yet today, he fears to let her see this scar, fearing the scar will reveal the taint which will rob him of her. To buy him a lifetime with her, he's accepting a life of deceit, the one he has always hated. He's selfish because his love for her makes him selfish. He can't let her go. He knows that will be the end of him. And to prolong his life, he's accepting this prolonged suffering where he'll kill a part of him everyday in pit fires of his guilt.
Bohut Shukriya badi Meherbani...
Meri Zindagi main Huzoorr aap Aaye...
She lived a life in oblivion. Lived for others and paid the price to just belong to someone or be a part of the family. And yet when it came to trusting her, the same people she died for, shunned her. They played her, like vultures fed on her spirit. She kept fighting and they kept rejoicing. For years this is how Pallavi was. Lived for others and protected her clan, taking as many arrows on her and yet smiled like a radiant sun. And then one dark night, she met this dark knight! Strange, in her darkest hour, life pulled her to light. The journey was not easy but she found home. She found love. She found a real family. A place where she was the real queen.
"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
–Emily Brontë
This is what Raghav's love is for Pallavi. He's a part of her. She breathes for him and he's her world.
When I think about why I fell in love with Pallavi and Raghav, it was always because, they were never perfect. Their journey wasn't meant to be a fairytale. It was of trials and tribulations. It was about the falls and rises. So now when there is a stumble, I don't have it in my heart to abandon them. Because, they are still the same love that they have always been. Same scarred souls looking for solace.
Every action brings a reaction, thats the law of karma... and so will Raghav bear the fruit of what he's sown. But what still makes me root and pine for him is his intent. The mere presence of Lungi Wala Raghav, is the evidence of his clear conscience. Angels and demons don't exists in the parallel domains... they exist within us... Yet, shutting your demons to let the voice of pristine ring clear in your head is the corroboration of goodness within one.
Pallavi on the other hand is everything that Raghav is not. Her strength of character and her sense of judgment is very clear where she navigates everything between black and white. But love has its own definitions. There is a storm lurking at her doorstep. The one, that is going to break her and shake her innate quality to trust. None of the path she chooses is going to be easy for her. And yet, no matter which path she takes, her heart will always beat for Raghav. Trust, Love and forgiveness is the strength of ones character, it doesn't render anyone weak. I don't propose what path Pallavi takes, but there is a prism that is going to turn the beam to a rainbow.
"Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time."
–Maya Angelou