Blast from the Past Thread #25 Extn ** Khushi, I... ** P 119, Ep 274 - Page 43

Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 259

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..

Today again in the captivity, the fear of distance form his loved one made him leaping through this darkness to embrace the path of light full of Love and endearment.His mind is compelling to take care of his two important people in his life ,Di and Khushi..."Di aur...Khushi ka khyaal rakhna" - [Take care of Di and Khushi...]

Yes he hates her but dying thousand times saying this one sentence...Her tears which makes him halt as always , the pearls which he broke but he's been tying those priceless, soft,and pure nuggets in a thread of care , affection and in his ajeeb Love... Her heart finally recognized it with his one word...her name from his mouth,..."Khushi!!!" ..That's all she wanted...hear her name from his mouth for which she was calling him over and over on the phone, running after on the airport but he didn't utter her name to give her solace, a healing bam on her wounds which he gave her and he knows that... "Khushi"... and she cries her heart out over his shoulder by holding the phone imaging him with both hands just like always...getting strength from him and transferring strength in him...Yes he the one who hates her , he who gives her tears, but he is the one who always hurt himself in return for giving those tears "kyuon karta hoon main aisa..har bar uss ki ankhon main ansoo..."[Why I became a reason of her tears, why do I do that???]- ...Yet he is the one who can sense her tears over his heart without her saying a word... He can sense her miles away because you can realize that when you know what you are to the other person... Khushi Rona band karo..."I am fine"...yes he hates her and wants to snatch himself away from her but his part knows that she can sense and feels his pain miles away as he is part of her too... he knows she'll be worried for him...Bas...STOP!!!

The pain in him...The pain in her...the pain which they both feel for each other makes them to submits their souls to each other ...His breaking of words,"Khushi main..." ... His stammering words ,holding her tight , getting strength from her and and relinquishing himself over the moment by conceding and admitting without hesitation. "Khushi...I love you... " without caring of Truths and Lies of Shyam or anything...just taking enough strength from her and transferring enough to her to come out of this shell of fear...to come out of this mask of denial...to come out of this darkness by spreading light around her ...Today he broke the cocoon of fear by stepping out of this shell... by cocooning her in his safe harbor of Love which is always her safe heaven...

"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out."~~Roy Croft~~

His dwindling hope of losing her in his fear makes him finally confess his state of mind without caring the truth of Shyam.It is only his belief , trust and love makes him say those words for which he did turn to go back to Khushi on Airport as he never needed evidence to confess the Love , he just needed to be needed by her..."Baat aapki hai...fadak padta hai..." to "Khushi ,I love you..."

Barun and Sanaya you just nailed it...Both are stupendous in this scene...!!!

A journey to Confession...

http://youtu.be/BDD0r_RfHuk

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two years ago, when this episode aired the very first time, i was fairly new to the forum, and had written several posts on crooner just on this episode... absolutely elated by what i saw on 22 may, 12 midnight. here's one of those thongs i wrote. i have edited certain references and details...

deja vu with indi52

"i am a woman in love"

he said "woh baat" in a way only he could say. after that i was left looking at her.

when i first met her she was a girl. last night i saw her transform into a woman.

what's more, a woman in love.

we followed her single tear with joy in our hearts, she cradled the phone close and she smiled. and there was a different khushi. not the one who had rushed in with her "aanchal" held out to collect the shower of stars that she believed would fall when one is in love, as per chat with devi maiyya.

nor the young woman who jangled the bangles he'd given her (the only thing he has ever given her till date) as she stood smiling to herself and said: if anyone had said to me laad governor would give me bangles and be so concerned about my welfare, i'd have never have believed them.

from that smile on, right through the walk down the corridor, remembering the incomplete "farak padta hai" moments to his submission: i love you, up to her room, i watched khushi grow into a woman.

she walked into her dream, assured and lovely in his favourite colour. tremulous smile (who says mills & boon doesn't teach you anything), but confident reach out of hand.

she looked into his eyes, unafraid. his expression changed. was he about to explain? without any hesitation she silenced him with a finger on his lips. khushi doesn't need explanations. she knows what matters. hmmm nice.

i have to say i loved khushi's version of the perfect romantic interlude. khushi, the girl, chose the physicals. the awful earrings (that cuts deep as i am a earring fiend), the tacky bag in which the precious string rested, the funny candles, the run around the pool. aw i loved that strange chase by our man. 😉😆 😊 if i can see him tied up and bleeding, i can see him dopily running after her, perhaps asr really feels like running around trees sometimes, let the boy have some fun!

but the emotions of the entire sequence was pure Khushi the woman. i loved the way she turned away from him and ran, a definite invitation to follow her there. if we found the seen corny, bet so did barun and sanaya. i looked at their expressions a zillion times to detect a false note. not one. they had a beautiful chat instead, just through looks and smiles. oh, that lovely lyrical hug, the hand moving up her hair, the remorse entering his eyes, then his intent gaze as that funny bottle and note appeared; but what really mattered were those three words. and their effect.

❤️

IPK banner credit Risha_ipkknd, Rules poster by ArshiHamesha, ASR Khushi edit and blank verse by indi52

Originally posted by: sohara

this is an amazing gif I found in tumblr. Take some time to watch.

credit goes to the maker.

Episode-255

kuch rishte ajeeb hi dor mein bandhe hote hai...

some relationships are tied by a strange thread.

takrar se shuru hote hai; nafrat ke saaye mein panapte hai

start with conflict; grow in the shades of loathe

girte hai parte hai lekin kayem rehte hai

they fall, they crash, but they remain

nafrat badti jati hai aur rishte ki gaath aur gheri hoti jaati hai

the hatred keeps on growing and the snarl of relationship becomes even more stronger.

itni. ki ek din nafrat bhi aur barne se sharma jati hai,

so much, that one day even the hate shies away from growing further.

aur woh rishta sirf ek bandhan ban ke reh jati hai.

and that relationship remains only as a bond.

lekin sirf nafrat ka.

But a bond of hatred only.

kabhi kabhi aisa lagta hai jaise nafrat ke iss mahal mein kuch toh hai

sometimes it feels there is something in this air of hate,

jo humse kehta hai ki, iss ansuni, aanjani si, ankahe se ehsaas ko
ek mauqa toh do

that says to me, give a chance to this unheard, unknown, unspoken feelings.

par jis rishte ki niv hi nafrat par rakhi hui ho usse kuchh bhi umeed lagana nadani nahin toh kya hota hai?

it's foolishness, but nothing else to expect something from this relationship whose root is hatred

aur shayad yeh nadani hum kar baithe

and perhaps i did this foolishness.

varna kyu itne nafrat ke bawajud hume aap ki yaad aa rahi hai?

otherwise why in spite of so much loathe, I'm thinking of you?

kyu hum aap se larte hain, jhagarte hain, lekin apke jaane ke baad aap hi ki rah dekhte hain,

I fight and quarrel with you, but why i am longing for your return after you left.

hawao se baatein karte hain

talking with the winds about you.

All the images that imprinted in her mind with heart rending, soul searing clarity, float to her, one by one like rain drops falling on parched earth.

She landed on his arm in the fashion show. His shocking gaze veered from her eyes to her lips with raw passion.

He tore the pearl string of her dress to snatch away her dignity;

He saved her in the guest house when nobody heard her plea, but he did.

He made her traffic control in the rainy night. But warding her also and saved her from a running car. In the heavy rain he lifted her drenched body in his arm and for a while didn't let her go.

On the teez day in the mandir, he also saved her from falling when she fainted and carried her in his arm like a fragile doll.

She called him loose character and in rage he tweaked her towards him made her body crushed against him.

Gradually he became close to her and she also felt a strange pull towards him. She knew her heart beats erratically in front of him, but she couldn't dare to give it a name of love.

And one day he compelled her to marry him for six months. She didn't know the reason, but on that day she was bewildered at the unfairness of her destiny.

On their bali in delhi honeymoon, he danced with her in spite of his abhorrence, but still his eyes were murky with desire for her.

And one day he revealed the reason of his loathe for her, mortified her soul completely. She tried so hard to prove her innocence. But he left without listening her plea. She recollects how he extricated his hand from her grip to go far away.

In the wake of this realization, there raged a tempest in her mind, which impended to throw thoughts, values, morality, emotions and every thing else that stood in it's meander, into a chaos. Only one thought, reigned supreme over the inner conflict ravaged landscape..."I can't live without you."

Originally posted by: sohara

Originally posted by: sohara

Episode-256

Khushi looks derelict submerged in undecipherable grief. Arnav's thought swirls around her mind.Though she is trying to occupy herself in work but she doesn't forget to check her phone every now and then, expecting Arnav's call. Anjali who is really worried for Khushi comes to her room to comfort her. khushi again breaks down in front of her. she hugs Anjali and tears streams down from her eyes redundantly. Without him she is getting crazy every day. A deluge of emotions encompass her heart. To alleviate her mood Anjali jests her that she is already a bit crazy. When she gets more upset Anjali apologizes. Khushi tells her that she doesn't know what's happening with her. She misses him everywhere, in every moment. This room, the kitchen, jalebi and his plants what is also getting lifeless without him. Her eyes are swirling with emotions too deep for her to perfectly fathom and thoughts too complex for her to unravel.

Anjali cares her cheek lovingly and tells her that chottey is very lucky to get a life partner like her who cares him so much, perhaps more than her. She tries to lessen her tension by saying that he messaged her after reaching London. That means he is fine. If Khushi is still tensed then she can call him. Anajlai calls at Arnav's number. He doesn't pick her call but the voice mail plays.

"hi this is Arnav singh Raizada. I'm busy in the meeting right now. please leave a message after the beep"

Anjali left a message for him, why he didn't call Khushi. he must call her as soon as his meeting ends.

Anjali tells Khushi the reason of her disquietude, cause she loves Arnav immensely. it's not a moment of tension but a very happy moment for her.

Mami finally teaches Babli a lesson. Babli came to Akash's room to check whether Payal got rebuked for burning the shirt or not. Cause a while ago she laid down the hot iron on Akash's shirt, so the shirt gets burnt and Payal get scolded. When she sees everything looks fine between Payal and Akash, she gets ambiguous. mami comes there and asks about her wariness. She shows her misdeed what masala mama recorded in his camcorder. Mami quips,

"Dekhne mein small wonder, but itna bara blunder hello hi, bye bye."

Babli is in compunction now. She tells mami, how she sent Payal in her room and concocted to get Payal scolded. Mami wants to know the reason of her malevolence for payal. Babli tells her that since Payal came Akash is not paying enough attention to her and she thinks he doesn't love her like before, only loves Payal.

Payal intervenes right them. She brought milk for Babli. When she sees her crestfallen face, she becomes worried and asks her what's wrong. Masala mama shows Payal her cut pics. Before Payal can react, mami berates her to get out from the room.

While leaving the room, Babli runs to Payal and stops her. In contrition she tells her everything about her misdeed. Mami already admonishes Payal not to say anything to Babli.

How could mami thought that such a nave and nice girl like Payal can scold anybody! She nicely makes her understand that she must not think that Akash's love lessened for her. He is always her Mr.A and remains so forever. No one ever can replace such an adorable girl's place in his life. But Babli is afraid; Akash will be upset if he comes to know about this matter. Payal assures her that it will remain a secret between them forever. I was a little confused with this scene. I thought mami was wanting Babli to realise her mistake, but then mami behaved this way with Payal. Not sure what they were actually trying to show.

There are mlange of doubts and worries spurting and crackling in her mind's cauldron for not getting Arnav's call. Khushi anticipates, he may enrage after getting Anjali's message and can assume, Khushi must've complained Anjali against him. She thinks to call him. She consternates again to see his message. It's not palatable that he messaged her! He never messaged her before. Right then she gets a call from him. But the line has been cut before she hears anything. She calls him back and the same message played again, that he is in meeting. She wonders how cum his meeting didn't finish yet. It's so late at night. An impregnable fear engulfs her heart.

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"aap agaya."

Khushi wakes up from sleep in a jolt. Her handsome prince is lying on the chaise and slowly turns towards her. his eyes are murky with love and tenderness. Along with Khushi my heart also did somersault to see the handsome visage after a while. A frisson of excitement runs down her body. She turns on the light in merriment, but the man vanished. She becomes woebegone again. She can't fathom what is real and what is her dream! she again calls him and the same messaged played again. It's 4:00 in the morning and in London must be 11:30, then how cum he is still in the meeting! Her demented mind throws her in ambiguity again. life has taken a dull dreamlike quality. Nice thought Sohara.

Pause: when the episode was first aired I really wished if he would've come back. I remember some crazy fan girls sent hate mail to treasurywala to snatch away our Arnav. I know it was very unethical and I can't support this kind of act, but I sure can understand their feelings. It proves how much his fans love him and I guess no other celebrity does have such pagal fandom. And everything is fair in love and war right?😆😆

Two guys from AR's London office are also tensed for ASR. Everybody checked in the hotel, except him. He never did such thing before and it was an important conference as well. Another guy confirmed that he even didn't board the plane. They are also precarious; where did he go?

Khushi is traipsing slowly across the hall. She looks so decadent as if everything bereaved from her life. She brought tea for nani. She is so immersed in her thought that she doesn't hear that nani is telling her she is already having her tea. Khushi comes back from her trance when nani beckoned her twice. She apologizes to nani for not hearing her. nani can understand her restless mind. When she asks her if is she fine, she gets emotional and she scurries fast towards her room. After Arnav left, it's arduous for her to be happy. . Anjali also gets tensed to see her like this.

Shyam contrived another dirty ploy to come close to Khushi. When he finds his shower is not working he goes to Khushi's room to take shower. Though Anjali suggested him to go to any other room, but the creep denied making all lame excuses. As soon as Anjali told him to use Arnav's bathroom he accepted it enthusiastically.

After taking shower in Arnav's bathroom, he waits for Khushi to come in. His bare body disgusted me. it feels a complete anarchy in the house during ASR's absence. When Khushi enters the room, he starts to flirt with her. Khushi gets tremulous in anger to see him in her room or moreover without shirt. She asks him how dare he came to her room like this! He banters, as her Arnavji is not at home, he is here to fill his blank. Khushi's anger spirals towards zenith to hear his sick thought. He again jeers her, "there shouldn't be any difference whether he is here or not, rather it should affect your married life."

Khushi can't bear his insinuation and his nasty words any more. she tells him with contempt to get out from her room.

"you didn't say warna." He replies with a sardonic smile.

Khushi again tells him grimly to go out from her room right then. shyam stoops more low and tells her that he still can be her choice, once upon a time he was her choice.

humari kamzori, apki yeh gusse bhare acke...my weakness is your eyes filled with anger. When do you look at Arnav with such glance?"

Khushi's anger pulsates more.

"Apni gandi jaban se unka naam bhi nahi lenga...don't utter his name from your filthy mouth" Khushi rebukes him with gritted teeth.

"not him, I'm talking about your look. And really khushiji, your this look embedded in my heart."

Shyam's effrontery is getting unbearable. I wish without thinking the consequence if Khushi could divulge his nasty face what he veneered from the family.. well said

I think.. no actually am certain.. I enjoyed your take more than the actual episode. That last scene with Shyam..urghh.. I felt sick watching him. I did think Khushi could have walked out instead of try and force him to go out. Each second she stood in the same frame as him I felt like my memory of Khushi was being violated in some way. Loved that anarchy comment. Haha and I enjoy a lot when you tell me all these Barun fan girl crazy tales. Those days feel like the forum must have been buzzing with excitement good and bad. I can only imagine what it must have been like when the show originally aired.

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 261/262

both episodes seemed quite rudderless. dashing off into the events of the day without much thought or beauty.

kind a feel of "Lost" in em.just running back and forth for the search...search of what to do with "hero"...is he coming or we have to find another one till he had that interview...you wanna see me so i"ll be back for Arnav Singh Raizada but must say Sanaya has a spirit in em

and c'mon of course i get why she is wearing that utterly bizarre outfit to be bond... chori ke khatir banarasi saree how to wear, haan?😆 same question I have in my mind...may be she wants to look slim...some one told me that too

alas, despite all the mano fix, episode lacklustre, directionless.

I don't know about you but whenever I see this shots of him on Airport...I feel something...can't figure out exactly what but I do feel like some one of my own is being snatched away from me.

she rewinded and as he came into frame, rabba ve faded up. it was a sad sad moment. khushi reacted to the sight of the man she loved, who had told her "woh baat," a tender scene, her face went vulnerable, she touched the screen, her arnav ji, she so needed to know he was ok. manorama felt the emotions of thsi young woman she had tricked and loathed and decided to call phatti saree. she put her hand on her shoulder in mpathy.. but the moment khsuhi took note of that,s he pretended to be dusting soemthing off her shoulder. lovely character note. and moment. yeah, the two mad bahus of teh raiozada fam, the two not upper class girls with their sense of love and family were in that instant on the same side suddenly. an ipk touch to teh delving into the unpredictable shades in manorama raizada's character.

Originally posted by: indi52

are you there or a dream i dream
as hope deserts as light does dim
in my dark and wretched
tired bedraggled parched
annihilated being a heart it beats
for you have cried tears in silence and
i have known what i had anyway known
even when i did seem
not to
or pretend or fake or dissemble
or feign or hide or mask
yet all along
it was this and more of this alone
khushi, i love you
are you there or a dream i dream
are you here where i hold you in a fist
caught tight, in memories banked and
stored in my atom and blood
playing back holding me lest i slip
dreams... reality... what's not ours
come, touch me
and let me rest my heart

this is so sweet ❤️


episode 263

"kaun hai ee log," who are these people, asked manorama watching the cc tv footage on the video player. asr left with four goons.

and soon after, ransom or firauti came up. kidnap was clearly mentioned by khushi... and mami ji got ready to sell everything she had for "handsome" as in ransom. writer had a nice inspired second and perhaps laughed a little at the followers of handsome who by then were ready to do anything for him... and they were certainly not keeping quiet on the forum and elsewhere. I was remembering that he is the same nephew who gifted her that necklace silently. And she is the aunt who can sell all her beloved jewellery for him.

it's been a week since he's gone. if he's been kidnapped, mysteriously no ransom has been asked for.

"bhat eej moteebhj?" asks mami ji. a smart question. one more that would never be answered. anyway, like asr i have decided to love ipk without insiting on anything being proved or substantiated... given in before a higher emotion... lub. 😆😆

and just to tell me not to ever ever lose hope come a few exquisite moments. so true. they came almost right out of nowhere.

almost halfway into the episode, there's hard reality on one side; and a man in ropes with a dream in his heart on the other.

khushi has just said that no matter what she will find out about the four guys who have kidnapped arnav ji and a slow cross dissolve to asr lying prone, weak and wan it seems...

when a gust of wind and something awaken him... again that visual hint of connection between the two.

his eyes are incredulous, lips break into a slight smile... so tired he looks.

camera goes across his back and reveals what gets his eyes shining... it is she. she sits there in yellow and green looking up at him...

hey hey... the wind blows steady... another world it creates again.

as he gazes at her a little confused, not quite sure what to make of this, energy pours into him, he smiles... sort of, head lifting..

no double, no triple... it's them together after a long long time.

"khushi..." he must whisper her name... in it is life... is hope... is love

is his reality.

his hand reaches immediately... a grasp of heaven, a worn out man seeks. always ready to fight back, not give in, take the little hope held out to him.

a beautiful poignant gesture, she looks at his hand, it can't reach where it wants to...

he looks at his hand almost shocked as if he has no recollection of it being bound...lovely understanding if the moment

the brave free man...

her tears flow at the sight of the ropes...

she looks at that stopped hand...

a terribly helpless moment... asr is defeated? 🥺

he has to ask.. "khushi sach mein tum ho?" is it you... really.

it's perhaps never a matter of truth or false, but one of faith, belief, vishwas. extra rational. like her stars is she to him at this moment it seems to me... he will believe she is here. and in that itself teh strength he has lost in the years of living locked and stricken. holding onto only the hard realities, the here and now... money, power, things that thsi world understands... he has fought back with that... but thsi oen needs more. it needs the power of a dream. a palpable one. one he can touch. his hands are restless to catch it and keep it.

so tired, parched... this word catches the feeling the feeling Indi di

the sweetest smile, "mujhe laga koi sapna hai..." i thought you were a dream.

as her hand... free... easily moves and goes all the way up to his cheek, he turns his face, holding his cheek out to feel her touch... first time since he has told her that he does love her... khushi, i love you.

how much his mind and heart must be yearning for her right now.

a fantasy, a dream seems to be here... loving him...

"yeh sapna hi toh hai, arnav ji..." this is a dream indeed, says the beautiful girl with tears and a magic touch.

and she's gone... he is alone.

bereft, barren and dark is his world once more. perhaps as it had always been till she fell in that outlandish moment into his arms.

he is lost but again his fist clenches tight, he looks down at what his hand opens to reveal is in it... a pink pompom...

seemed again a part of her had found a way to latch onto him... dupatta, jhumka, gota edge of kurta, now pompom... how much she had beseeched him not to go at the airport. she had snatched away his ticket and passport. seems when he took it back from her brusquely, along had come a dark pink pompom and settled into his pocket for the long ride ahead.

clutching it, a sign of the jhalli mad girl he loves, he survives on a hope.

the emptiness in his eyes. just seeing him tied was hard enough. but tormented with her memories this way.. I have to keep reminding myself this is not a real person I care about so much.

mat jaiye, she had said.

she had taken care of him at night... held his hand over a huge rangoli... moments of his lover breathe life into in this hour of despair. he has smashed the picture... he is flinging her on the bed.

the memories fill him with pain.

she is outside the airport, he is striding in... the last time they met.

it's been more than a week. mami ji is convinced even the dhobi can't be trusted... writers use mami ji to go to the point where khushi starts thinking shyam may be a suspect too and the chase begins. he has asked some man to be brought to some mysterious place, khushi no doubt will follow him.