YRKKH SM updates, BTS and Spoilers Thread #124
ONE CHANCE GIVEN 2.8
CID Episode 65 - 2 August
Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai - 03 August 2025 EDT
ONE MONTH TIME 3.8
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Kya baat hai, show mein bhi new entry and aap ki post mein bhi lol. Anyways I guess I'll be liking your entry more then the show one.
@ACP Karan- Ahem. He sounds good and such a flirt! Me likes. Haha. And I like the name Karan too, he sounds perfect for the role. ;)
She instinctively blushed a fiery shade of crimson that even Abhay could pick out in the darkness of the room. Phulwa was too giddy in her flattery to realise that Abhay's grip on her hand had suddenly intensified, his face turning dark.
Jealous Abhay alert! Haha. But I really like how you described it, highlighting their unique bond. Phulwa may not realize it herself but Abhay would instinctively know and even if she may try to hide he somehow he knows what she feels no?
Exactly! Oof Phulwa, try as hard as you might Abhay knows exactly when your heart starts beating faster!😳😳
Wow! The last para of Karan and Phulwa talking was really wow! I'm already getting interested in Karan. 🤣
No seriously I like the introduction of this character and in just a few lines you have developed him so well I can actually picture him flirting shamelessly with Phulwa. Great job.
Thank you! Haha well kya kahen, if she decides to dress up so gorgeously koi bhi insaan would go mad for her😉😉
Ohh! Poor Phulwa! Really yaar why doesn't Abhay get it that she needs him hm? She wants that love, wants to hear those words praising her, her beauty and their love but she wants all that from one person- Abhay.
@Last para- OHH! Jealous and possessive Abhay is here. UFF! Can't wait to read out what happens next! Eeeks! Excited. :D
Once again EXCELLENT work! 👏
I could picture the whole party, Karan Phulwa conversation. Even the jealous Abhay description was spot on. I can so imagine that and I really wish to see something like that. I so badly want to see that possessive side of his soon. 😍
I really want to see possessive Abhay back in action on-screen. Waise bhi since the day he saved her from the explosion, he's changed around to become her caring patijee full time. Really love the way they're so adorable with one another, and yup, that's the main basis of their relationship but please please when he gets up can we see our sadu ACP again?? 😃😃
Part 3:
He pulled her into an unlit room, flinging her in as he slammed the door shut - locking away any means of her escape. In the soft glow of the moonlight falling in his face, Phulwa could make out the forced creases upon his face - Abhay was fuming. Her lips parted slightly but she could make no sound. Grabbing her by her shoulders, he glared into her ashamed eyes, asking in a low growl "Woh saab kya tha?"
"Woh hum...hum toh sirf wahan bethe the...usne kahan se aaya mujhe bhi nahin pata..."
"Phulwa main tumse poonch rahi hoon - tum uske saath kya kar rahin thi? BOLO!"
Her lips started to tremble, "Abhay, woh humko nahin maloom, usne kahan se aaker hamare saath baat karna shuru kar diya, humne to usse kuch bhi nahin kahan - "
"Woh hi toh mein keh rahin hoon! You just sat there, without saying anything! You didn't even try to tell him to leave - enjoying all of it weren't you?" he snarled.
The last remark made her look up in incredulity. As his grip on her tightened, she yelped out in pain and she yelled out to him, "Abhay chodo mujhe! Mujhe dard ho rahan hain!"
Instantaneously, he let go of her, unable to understand what had taken over him a while ago.
Rubbing her shoulder, Phulwa continued "Mein toh aapse ker rahin hoon, nothing happened! Absolutely nothing! Why don't you believe when I was telling you I had nothing to do with it??"
She looked up at Abhay, expecting him to reply but his hair covered his eyes and she could not make out his expression. She softened a little and walked over to him to finally voice out her troubles, "Aur waise bhi, aapse in saab ka kya matlab? You've always been walking by my side, and yet something stops you all the time. Whenever I come close, you're always pushing me away. What do I make out of it? Are you really not all that interested - am I more of a zimmidari to you?" She sighed, "Abhay, aap bohot acche pati hain, aur patidharm ki saab farz acche tarah nibhate hain - sivaye ek."
There was no response from him. Phulwa closed her eyes for a while, taking in the truth of her words. So, she had been right - he really did not want to bring their relationship any further. But she would not complain to him any longer, she had fallen so deeply in love with him that she would learn to accept whatever he did and did not want from her. He was her caring pati and would never leave her side. His love was all she had dreamed of the day he had first set eyes on her, and something as trivial as this could not lessen the feeling. Wiping away the lone tear that had rolled down her cheek, she brought a sad smile to her and started to walk away from him. Putting her hand on the doorknob, she prepared herself to face the world once more.
An outstretched hand slammed the door shut just as she opened it, sliding down over to her hand on the doorknob and locking it. Abhay wasn't going to let her go, not that easily.
*****
With his right hand secured over hers, Abhay started to loosen his tie. The rogue wind blowing in from the window at the end danced with his hair that lightly caressed her back - leaving her gasping for air. Caution thrown to the wind, he moved his face next to her, their cheeks touching for just a second - enough for her red-hot blush to mingle with his icy-cold touch. He moved his head down, his lips pressing over her shoulder. In the slightest of movement, he traced his kiss down to her arm leaving her stunned and speechless.
"Abhay," she whispered softly, her voice dragging along a timeless longing for his touch to never end.
A seductively raspy voice spoke into her ear, "Jabbhi tum paas aati thi, mujhe sirf unn dino ki yaad aata tha jab maine tumhare pyaar ko dhoka diya tha.
Aur aab, tumse pyaar karta rahan, aur khudko rokta jahan."
Playing with the curls of her hair, he continued in a more authorative tone, "Par jaab aapne raaza farmayi, toh iss pati ka haq baanta hain aapke farmaysh ko pura karna...take kabhi bhi mujhe shikayat ka mauqa nahin mile."
He pulled her into an unlit room, flinging her in as he slammed the door shut - locking away any means of her escape. In the soft glow of the moonlight falling in his face, Phulwa could make out the forced creases upon his face - Abhay was fuming. Her lips parted slightly but she could make no sound. Grabbing her by her shoulders, he glared into her ashamed eyes, asking in a low growl "Woh saab kya tha?"
"Woh hum...hum toh sirf wahan bethe the...usne kahan se aaya mujhe bhi nahin pata..."
"Phulwa main tumse poonch rahi hoon - tum uske saath kya kar rahin thi? BOLO!"
Her lips started to tremble, "Abhay, woh humko nahin maloom, usne kahan se aaker hamare saath baat karna shuru kar diya, humne to usse kuch bhi nahin kahan - "
"Woh hi toh mein keh rahin hoon! You just sat there, without saying anything! You didn't even try to tell him to leave - enjoying all of it weren't you?" he snarled.
The last remark made her look up in incredulity. As his grip on her tightened, she yelped out in pain and she yelled out to him, "Abhay chodo mujhe! Mujhe dard ho rahan hain!"
Instantaneously, he let go of her, unable to understand what had taken over him a while ago.
Rubbing her shoulder, Phulwa continued "Mein toh aapse ker rahin hoon, nothing happened! Absolutely nothing! Why don't you believe when I was telling you I had nothing to do with it??"
She looked up at Abhay, expecting him to reply but his hair covered his eyes and she could not make out his expression. She softened a little and walked over to him to finally voice out her troubles, "Aur waise bhi, aapse in saab ka kya matlab? You've always been walking by my side, and yet something stops you all the time. Whenever I come close, you're always pushing me away. What do I make out of it? Are you really not all that interested - am I more of a zimmidari to you?" She sighed, "Abhay, aap bohot acche pati hain, aur patidharm ki saab farz acche tarah nibhate hain - sivaye ek."Patidharam...OMG if she says this I will jst die😆😆
There was no response from him. Phulwa closed her eyes for a while, taking in the truth of her words. So, she had been right - he really did not want to bring their relationship any further. But she would not complain to him any longer, she had fallen so deeply in love with him that she would learn to accept whatever he did and did not want from her. He was her caring pati and would never leave her side. His love was all she had dreamed of the day he had first set eyes on her, and something as trivial as this could not lessen the feeling. Wiping away the lone tear that had rolled down her cheek, she brought a sad smile to her and started to walk away from him. Putting her hand on the doorknob, she prepared herself to face the world once more.
An outstretched hand slammed the door shut just as she opened it, sliding down over to her hand on the doorknob and locking it. Abhay wasn't going to let her go, not that easily.
*****
With his right hand secured over hers, Abhay started to loosen his tie. The rogue wind blowing in from the window at the end danced with his hair that lightly caressed her back - leaving her gasping for air. Caution thrown to the wind, he moved his face next to her, their cheeks touching for just a second - enough for her red-hot blush to mingle with his icy-cold touch. He moved his head down, his lips pressing over her shoulder. In the slightest of movement, he traced his kiss down to her arm leaving her stunned and speechless.
"Abhay,"she whispered softly, her voice dragging along a timeless longing for his touch to never end.
A seductively raspy voice spoke into her ear, "Jabbhi tum paas aati thi, mujhe sirf unn dino ki yaad aata tha jab maine tumhare pyaar ko dhoka diya tha.
Aur aab, tumse pyaar karta rahan, aur khudko rokta jahan."
I think he would also think abt the next day of marraige when in order to scare her he had wanted to take adv of the situation
Playing with the curls of her hair, he continued in a more authorative tone, "Par jaab aapne raaza farmayi, toh iss pati ka haq baanta hain aapke farmaysh ko pura karna...take kabhi bhi mujhe shikayat ka mauqa nahin mile."