Tumhe ho naa ho, mujhko toh itana yakin hai
Mujhe pyar tum se nahee hai, nahee hai
Translation: I don't care how you feel and I don't care what you think about me. I am pretty sure about myself that inspite of all that is there between us , I am not in love with you.
You know what makes Rudra and Paro unique? They are a perfect balance of all-consuming intensity and uber cuteness. Intensity that makes you open your eyes wide and label them as " Wow! Soulmates." And " LOL! Soulmates."
Today's episode is a glimpse into what Rudra's and Paro's equation is going to be as husband -wife. Intensity running parallel to warring ideologies and ticklish humour ( which often makes Rudra forget his anger and search for words ).
It all begins with Paro's lactose allergy and Rudra's childish insistence that if she finishes the jug of milk , he will not touch another peg of alcohol. What is the essence and relevance of this scene? Here it is :
1. After years and years and years, the child in Rudra ( who was fast emerging as the impact of alcohol was finally beginning to set on his CNS ) has a chance to be bratty , to do mischief, to demand pampering , to make someone do something just because that person loves him. That milk exercise was Rudra's kiddish whim and fancy' which he has not got to do since his mother left him.
2. Paro gulping down the whole milk jug inspite of a digestive reaction to lactose is only a peek into how far Paro is willing to go to keep Rudra safe, even if it means bearing his share of pain.
3. Rudra and Paro both get nausea post this milk drama. This reflects that everytime Rudra hurts Paro, he will partner with her in suffering. If she suffers, he must suffer the same. One of the codes of soulmates.
4. Rudra collapses body and full weight on Paro. She is exasperated at first, but then, she , half the size and weight of Rudra , puts him back in bed , helping him sleep calmly and comfortably. Its a strenuous for someone as feather-light as her , but she doesn't give up, until Rudra is safely plonked on the bed.This reflects that everytime Rudra collapses, Paro will call him back to life , against his will or with his will.
Then, we move to the mouse scene which is again a peek into Rudra's and Paro's relationship and how it is going to shape up.
1. When Paro hears the mouse, her first instinct is not to run out of the room- her instinct is to hop on to the bed where Rudra is. Of course, its unconscious but that is where her feet took her.
2. Paro huddles chin and knees. Scared that she may rattle a sleeping Rudra. Still wary of his touch as a man as she is his wedded wife and is sitting on the same bed as him.
3. Rudra's hand , in his sleep, holds Paro's hand to soften away her fear of the mouse. His heart sensed her discomfiture and the muscles moved in her direction to give her comfort. Paro calmed down, as her hand went with Rudra's hand. She could sleep peacefully, finally. Just as she had put Rudra to a comfortable sleep on the bed.
What happens the next morning - from Rudra scaring the living daylights out of Paro by fibbing that he doesn't remember their marriage , to the point of Rudra promising tears to Paro and yet leaping like a walkie talkie first aid box at the sight of her blood is a teaser into what this relationship is going to be until Rudra surrenders to Paro's love.
Rudra had said it last night - " Ittne nashe meinn bhi nahiin hoon ki tujhe giraa doon." This dialogue runs into many deeper meanings. One, Rudra remembers everything that he did and every word he told Paro. And he has all the plans and intentions of carrying out those vows. It began with the lactose test and the morning sun brought a ruthless prank that almost killed Paro ( Rudra saying that he doesn't remember any wedding ). Rudra is going to play a psychological and emotional matrix with Paro. And he has already begun that.
Rudra is very very serious about this marriage , for whatever reasons it maybe. The way he comes to the living room, hunting for Paro, the way he tells her to go and make tea for him, the sardonic but definite Shrimatiji' , the touching of the mouli mangalsutra and the assertion that nobody forgets that he/she is married, his impatient calls to Paro at the dining table, his strict back off' to the whole family as far as Paro and his marital relationship with him is concerned - all this is a trailer into his clear territorial marking of Paro where even Paro herself needs his permission to let oxygen pass between them.
But... but... but... Rudra tends to forget that his now-wife: Paro , she is no mild and meek mannequin who will run on his batteries. She has her share of questions, she has her own stand and even if she loves him, her surrender has its own backbone. So, when Rudra bellows her name in the haweli, she doesn't answer and sits curled up amidst shattered pieces of her fairytale illusion. She has surrendered to him but she wants to know where she fits in his life as his wife. So, jhakk maarke, Rudra has to come hunting again for his unpredictable wife. She doesn't get cowed down and simply asks him that all she wants to know is that what is he trying to do?
And Rudra, settling next to her calmly, gives her the most honest answer - softly, calmly and very honestly. He repeats what he had said last night with more firmness and coherence- This is what the deal always was, Paro. You wanted to marry me and you brought me to a point where I had no option except marrying you. I have done what you wanted , but with my twist and my colour. I am miserable and am going to make you miserable. I am near destruction and so, you must be destroyed too - and that is why i will ensure that your eyes always gleam with tears...
Paro, absorbing the truth of it all and devastated by Rudra;s words once again, and this time in his sober senses , tries to stand up to the challenge... only to have the broken pieces of her illusion cut her hand... and wait! The job of feeling the pain and groaning is done by Rudra with lightning speed.
Its funny, actually. 30 seconds ago Rudra was promising Paro a lifetime of tears... and yet, he didn't have it in him to bear the sight of one drop of her blood or to hear a single decibel of her injured pain.
Answering Paro's rhetoric question was not important for Rudra. He could only see her blood and everything else was pushed to the background until Monday.
Aur phir kehte hain ki... tumhe ho na ho, mujhko toh nahin hai, nahin hai, hargiz nahin hai, tumse pyaar...
No wonder , the universe finds human-beings oh-so-predictable.
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