We get to hear him say it again.. My heart sings and leaps about in mad joy.. Khushi I love you.. Love.. The word has been said out loud finally.. It remains echoing in the air.. A gale of winds and emotions intensifies.. The feeling resonates within it.. A powerful free flowing hypnotic feeling.. Love.. She stands transfixed. A single tear the only escape of emotion she allows herself just yet.. He waits.. The claustrophobic feel he must have lived with, perhaps right from that night on the terrace when all hell broke loose in his life all over again, finally fading away. He has confessed his love for her. She knows. He wants her to know.
Exceptional understanding of the moment by all. It is a new sensation. The girl had dared to dream perhaps almost a lifetime ago that something miraculous like this could happen with the man who danced with her, yelled at her, made her feel safe, pinned her to walls, brought her bangles, brought tears to her eyes, blowed away the dirt from those very eyes, left her stranded on roads, buckled her seat belt, caused butterflies in her stomach or in this case a flurry of dhak dhaks in her heart. But it must all feel so long ago. And now when all she wanted to hear was that he was safe. All she wanted was that he talk to her having refused to listen to her before leaving. When she is relieved to finally hear his voice and she broke down.. He says.. Khushi I love you.. It takes a while to process.. seep into each fiber of her being.. As it gradually does begin to register the girl metamorphosed into a woman.. Beautiful, pristine.
Her laboured breathing like it is difficult to draw in air since the body is completely wrapped up in other sensations.. A new born grown women is drawing in her very first breath soaked in love.. And slowly a smile breaks out.. Euphoria, is this what it feels like? In fact just by watching her tonight I feel Euphoric. She had absolutely no idea that her soul was craving to hear this confession for so long.. How blissful it would feel to know for certain he loves her. Across the phone he seems to have reached a transcendent state of his own. The only problem.. we can feel there is certain catastrophe knocking at our door. The raw sadness as he cuts the call. Nerve wrecking suspense. He does look tormented.
Jarring sound of the line getting disconnected plays across her ears. And she cradles the phone in her hand. Precious it is. Brings it close to her heart. Her man.. The man who loves her.. Just spoke to her from it..Khushi I love you.. She smiles, but what dark secret lies in the despair he has in his eyes? His fingers strain on the phone, refusing to move away from his ear. He had heard her weep through that phone. Heard her go silent when he expressed his love through that very same phone. Both actors unparalleled in this scene. Sanaya's breathing seemed to match the rhythm of the rabba ve.. Khushi's face was all woman tonight.. The wonder, awe in the realization of love.. And Barun hardly even moving, able to emote a precise state of mind and that heart of Arnav which is full of love.
Thrilling music as Arnav stares into the face of a gun pointed at him. The steely eyes stare and still a strange helplessness in him. Was there a question in his mind whether he would survive the night? I think men like ASR do not give up, but he could not take the risk. Could not leave things unsaid. Atleast that is what I think.
She makes her way out of the room through the halls of his home.A girl.. now woman.. I love the moments they chose as flashbacks for her to think over. All those unfinished confessions. Her heart did know all along that there was something special behind those words. Yes there was anger. He could be mean. Could be rude. He could hurt. Beneath it all there had always been love. Even that unfinished "wo sab" from that far away Diwali night had a world of matlab hidden in it. They chose that sequence for this first onslaught of memories after the confession shows how intelligent the creators were. Those piano notes after a long long time. Such a well put together sequence. As she walks through those memories, the music and the feeling.
She steps through the door into her safe heaven. All those times he missed her he heard the same wind chime. Today she hears it too. You know it is impossible still you can't help not wish for it to be true. He is right there in front of her. A slightly different look than regularly how you see him. His piercing peaceful gaze and her relief. Another happy song. Everyone in IPK is enjoying today I guess. She extends out her hand and I can't help not smile. I whistle and do a happy dance though in my mind I know my dear Arnav is bound to a chair in a dark room in the middle of nowhere. But Khushi is so happy and you have to be happy with her. He places his hand on hers and there is a look in his eyes. She is his. He worships her. Adores he. He loves her.
As they stare at each other I sit thinking no words are needed and perhaps there is telepathy going on tonight because Khushi raises her finger to his lips. This woman doesn't need her man to say anything. She knows. There is a shy romantic feel tonight. Her look has a timeless classic charm though am distracted by the earrings since I keep remembering Indi di's comments on it 😆. He gestures towards something, She is delighted. He has brought her something. Okay so I have to say this, the batua is funny, but inside is a pearl necklace. The winds pick up speed again. And he has such a genuine unselfconscious smile right now. Both guileless. Young .. With it a strong sense of timeless... that she thought of a pearl necklace shows to me how much that initial meeting had hurt her. Affected her. All the nice memories of now and days to come will erase those memories of hatred she harbored for him.
He approaches her and she is beautifully shy. Those smiles. The sequence may be corny, but am feeling giddy with happiness really. It is her dream and in her dream she is so unrestrainedly happy. She wants him to be gentle. She wants him to be classic hero like. She wants to be swept off her feet through these simple gestures of old bollywood movie like courtship. In her dreams she no longer fears him, nor does he make fun of her, instead he fulfills all her sweet simple girlish fantasies. There is romance in all the gifts. Also physical attraction as she thinks of his touch and her reactions to it. There is frolicking in that running around the pool. Her sense of raas leela? I wonder how many takes the actors took for that scene. Completely random things like a bottle with a love note, cliched, corny, still all that showed across were tender sentiments. He hugs her and his piercing eyes say it all. She is joyful, breaking into smiles all the time. They lovingly hold each other. Take in each other. The presence. The nearness. The love. She desires it all. Dreams of it. I get swept off my feet right with her.
She wears the same red dress when she finally meets him and rescues him. Did the creators do it deliberately? Was it serendipity? How did they manage such wonderful intricate interconnected things in a TV show?
It is heartbreaking difficult to see ASR in this state. Desperately reaching for that phone, body straining. They don't make him look good which is refreshing from normal movies. He is sweaty and exhausted. Later lax features, body slumped across the chair.. Very genuine.
Khushi even while talking to herself doesn't say it loud.. I love you.. is replaced by "wo baat" very cute.. I think that is a perfect reaction for her.. She is inexperienced.. saying the words will make her uncomfortable..in an inexplicable quite instinctive way she would feel shy.. So "wo baat" feels in character. And the sleuthing was good. The uncanny certainty that he is in trouble backed by some facts. Really why would he blurt it out that way and say nothing else. Good deduction. Glad to see our intelligent girl back today. Am quite a mystery novel fan and this turn for now feels interesting. Tomorrow when I won't see enough of Arnav will most probably not be this positive. Everything will become dull again.. So quickly in this positive frame of mind I even forgive her not going to someone else and reaching that police station alone. They did so many things right today a few wrongs should be ignored. Artistic freedom. And truly this is a work of art.
Why do simple things make such a difference? Simple scenes, lovely background score, wonderful acting... that one moment which leaves you mesmerized? Makes you believe so strongly in love.. in happiness.. Such a potent feeling that it almost physically makes you breathless.. Everything clenches in your gut with anticipation. Pure joy of watching, listening, feeling, living.. what watching this show manages to give me sometimes becomes so hard to describe in just words..
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