Blast from the Past Thread #25 Extn ** Khushi, I... ** P 119, Ep 274 - Page 72

Originally posted by: indi52

^^^

rhea, i have put bairiyaa on dailymotion as well.

bairiyaa
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x21v4a6_arhi-vm-bairiyaa_music

in the rain
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x214mxq_arshi-vm-in-the-rain_music

hello love
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x20jo7d_arshi-vm-hello-love_creation

chhoonley pyaar se
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x21vcn5_chhoonley-pyaar-se-hd_music

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

What a write up Rhea😊

I don't wann alose it again the zest of your writing so summing up here..

The sheer joy on his face having his life right in his arms ...yes His only HIS...who put her life in danger just to find her, who's been missing his scolding and his touch , his protective shell which he was always providing her even in his state of extreme love which he called I hate you...

The girl who was after his di's marriage is now after his heart and he has no problem with that .Why? he doesn't need anything now just her? WHy? He doesn't need any explanation on the night before going to the Airport making sure she can sleep comfortably ...yes because he was tired chasing all the barriers which he just broke ...his barriers of ego and self imposed MUs and all keeping himself away from her saying that Fadak nahin padta ...his past which always hindered his love for her but not any more ...he had free himself from those shackles and now he is atrying to break any barrrier which will come in between her and him.

She who is partner in crime , humain bhi fadak nahin padta...making him going through with all sorts of her mischievousness without knowing that , this is what he likes about her...this what brings him near to his childhood ...but today she put aside all and just wanna feel him, wann amake sure he is fine...wanna give one "Mauqa" ...a chance by taking this wind of love with her to mingle with him and go on flying for their new home...Choti si Duniya...his Shyed koi alag si...yes they both have started collecting those twigs which were and still will be poking them but also helping them to build that Ashiyana...a HOME of their LOVE...and DREAM...decorated with all yearnings and cravings for just LOVE for each other

Originally posted by: sohara

Fantabulous take Rhea.

I highlighted so many lines, but my damn browser crashed. and when i reloaded again, I just couldn't highlight the lines. strange!

your words about arnav was killer.

like you I also was mad at mami for not trusting Khushi when shaym imprudently blamed her for seducing him. How could she forget so soon! Didn't she see her immense love, her restlessness and her desperation to get Arnav back!

your description of their memory was too good. i especially loved your thought on anklet scene and the diwali almost kiss scene. yup, yup, he actually wanted to do more with her on that day. he just couldn't bridle his passion for her. why don't you write your review on the diwali episode?

I absolutely loved how you described the mehsoos and comparison with dance was so thoughtful.

wrong hand...rightfully said. those wrong hands irked me so much! it ruined the intensity.

i didn't notice that Rocky served her better food! But I sure was laughing, how the way he talked to her.

Barun's accent is good in monosyllables. But he can't continue the American accent in long conversation.

The episode was excellent. and both Barun and Sanaya was beyond excellent.

Originally posted by: kizh72

Indi Di, Beautiful!

Loved both the video (watched it on dailymotion) and the write up of 267.

I don't understand this blocking business. SP can't stand that people are still fixated with a show that ran only for one and half years? Why the hell don't they come out with a dvd set, would be laughing their way to the bank!

What to say about the hut scene, these two have never made me cringe!

Originally posted by: indi52

^^^

rhea, i have put bairiyaa on dailymotion as well. my first one, flight, got rejected but thankfully still ok on yt.

bairiyaa
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x21v4a6_arhi-vm-bairiyaa_music

in the rain
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x214mxq_arshi-vm-in-the-rain_music

hello love
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x20jo7d_arshi-vm-hello-love_creation

chhoonley pyaar se
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x21vcn5_chhoonley-pyaar-se-hd_music

the proposal
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x21xyan_arhi-vm-the-proposal_shortfilms

Originally posted by: PutijaChalhov

Hi blaster friends how are all friends😃🤗 just to share a small info got a invisible coolbie award as they just see my updates not me 😆😆 so the silver jubilee extension thread of Arnav and Khushi episode 268 the tail end of hut romance and the bad boys again take back out Arnav and Khushi left alone in her white saree how all thought it was a SR when it was 1st telecasted😉

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 267

i have never seen such heady love making on the screen. actually anywhere.

there were flaws, but what i left with was so intoxicating and beautiful, i overlooked the glitches.

when two people love each other, the sensual domain is theirs to own. theirs to express their emotion through, enjoy it, seep right in. from completely carnal sex to sublime union, the entire spectrum is theirs to have and explore. in fact, between lovers the physical intimacy and contact their relationship nurtures, is often a means of communication... with each other... sometimes even the eternal.

the intensity of one's emotion drives this exploration and gives it variegated colour. one can write a book or a library on this... but how does one create it before a camera? between people who are not really lovers.

there are so many preconceived notions about what is sexy what is not, how lovers should or shouldn't make love, and in our image inundated world, stereotypes are thick and heavy. say love making and a bunch of cliched images flash. you know di in that farmhouse I was so relieved to see there were no candles and rose petals in that room. Maybe if he planned it all then it would have been there, but really was refreshing that there were none of those things in that room.

nothing seems fresh, nothing touches. certainly nothing ignites... that's been the case with me.

but while seeing 267 when i forgot everything and just watched trying to hold onto my breath... i realised i was seeing something which is all of those. and definitely much more.

for me this episode is about director, barun, and sainyaa... that aaraam. i wish khushi had been thought through a bit more.

and while i loved the choice of song, there were parts where i felt nothing but the visual was required. it created all the other layers and you could almost hear and feel the picture. to find out if i was correct, made a vm with my most favorite parts, and no goons. please do see, i will be back tomorrow morning with the rest.

update

i loved this expression too. More than the following smile actually.


"fireflies," he said.

"jugnu!" she concurred delighted.

light played on her face, on his... his eyes were all you could see and in them, another light... that of his devotion to her. his incandescent love that even the darkest night could not snuff out.

the firefly... only one suddenly, i have seen a version where there were three... left its little pitcher and flew away, its phosphorescence lighting up the trail it flew and out of the hut it went, leaving darkness behind. but not quite. what had been lit remained so. ya wonder why only one? even Indu mentioned this to me. Only and in the videos I have all had just 1.

he looked at her worried, almost pained by the thought of her feeling afraid. but she said, she was no longer afraid.

were the fireflies really a metophor, i wondered. they had lain lit but carefully shut in a rounded little pitcher, a secret chamber as it were, its shape reminiscent of the womb, the kumbh from which nectar flowed... till she opened the lid and they flew right out.

desire. were they telling the story of desire that had lain bright and refulgent in two hearts, never set free and allowed to fly... but tonight they would? interesting thought

the day had been spent running, running to escape from danger that wouldn't be thwarted. two lovers, hand in hand, thrown into a strange flight and did they finally reach a place where at last the real fears we have can be shed?

as if on cue, she said, she was no longer afraid... no longer afraid of what? the darkness without or her apprehensions within?

from the moment the hut was sighted, we seemed to shift to an alterante reality. the hard harsh world of the day melting into a magic hut somewhere far away, yet where no one really knows. it appeared in the middle of a wooded area, replete with hay on the floor, lantern on a pole, shamrock on the wall, and the raiment of a nubile virgin... white chiffon touched with sparkling badla, but along with it, the touch of the temptress in a red revealing blouse with a tie to hold it in place. beautiful phrases

in this fairytale cocoon one thing was throbbingly real. a man's feeling for a woman. a complete feeling that had range depth veracity.

close your eyes and count till ten, said a gentle, father like protector husband to a scared childlike wife. all arnav singh raizada cared about was her safety and comfort... something terribly beautiful about a man simply accepting his role and defining it his way. the way he spoke to her made me from across the screen feel safe I tell you.

captive or not, tired or not, worn out or not... khushi is always his responsibility... he owns this duty, it is a precious asset almost. even when he has disbelieved her he has protected her... I thought the exact same thing that ASR himself looked absolutely worn out yet effortlessly seemed to put her before himself.

for her too, only he was of importance, nothing else really. how i wish it would have always remained this way for her. even will all the absurd garish silliness if only this one thing had remained I would not have complained as much as I do about Khushi's character getting tampered with. she saw the cut on his cheek and reached out to soothe. i could see the hand was not correct, nor the hair... it was not sanaya who dabbed at barun's cheek. but just as i had done the first time i saw this episode i carefully shifted focus and concentrated on what mattered, did not allow the presence of not well chosen doubles to mar my enjoyment of the beautiful portrayal before me.

in the dimmed light, the intimacy of a secluded hut, desires began to murmur once fear had abated. this was the first time they were meeting after what took so long to say was said, and heard, and held dear in their hearts.

he sat on the hay while she changed; his shirt he had taken off for it must have been grimy and filthy after the ordeal of the past days and he just wore his not too pristine undershirt as he waited for her.

the gesture itself curiously intimate, that of removing the outerwear and being completely at home in a vest before a woman... quite husband like. that whole scene where he sat down in his vest while she changes and he wondered out loud gave me goosebumps..

he murmured vaguely about what intimated her to his plight... a question he had asked before. arnav singh raizada was speaking not in clipped sentences but with a slightly lost curious lilt to his voice. maybe he wanted to know if she could feel him as intensely as he could sense her... Barun's voice modulation here.. uff.. I could feel how tired he was yet relaxed in her presence with her safe .. Intelligently trying to sort out something puzzling him.

she answered in little mumbles about woh, that... what he had said...

yeah that... woh... did asr just mumble back? hehehe yes yes Indi di and gorgeously at that.

oh they both were feeling the fireflies' call...

he had pulled a makeshift red curtain on a line for her, to give her privacy.

and then inadvertantly, as things often happen, his eyes fell on a shadow... of her donning her clothes, he could see the silhouette move alluringly, her hands were behind her back, she was tying the dori of her blouse clearly...

one long look, and arnav singh raizada could no longer mask the naked passion stirring in his gut, released... refusing to be put back into a quiet dark place, instead rising and seeking to be free. ok butterflies while reading this line..

a simple lantern juxtaposed against a lean expressive face with glittering jewel like eyes and a poetry started getting written about longing, sensual yearning, love and beyond.

as he watched her, then got up to lower the flame of the lantern so that even he may not in any way disrespect her form, her being, every frame seemed like a still life, but dynamic, quivering with desire... the wellspring of which was not mere flesh. of course, the flesh sought its pleasure but what compelled it was a sublime emotion.

this was really not about sex. and certainly not about a generic man woman thing. this was arnav singh's specific particular desire for khushi kumari. for no one else has he felt such things... not in this way or so i felt... to no one else has he wanted to give so much of himself.

quietly he stares at shadows, his eyes saying a million things, most important, he is struggling with a growing arousal... he looks away, he swallows and tries to calm himself

and then just as he is about to succeed in quelling the overwhelming feelings, she draws aside the red curtain... it had to be red of course, right from that first day when he had reacted to her beauty without meaning to... it was always red. isn't it the colour of blood? of passion? of heat? of sindoor?

and before his eyes stands a virginal maiden in white, little silver sparkles across her flowing garment, her hair is open and down to her hips, diaphanous sheer is her saree, hugging her sensuous curves, a dash of red on her body, and a strange wariness in her eyes... that question about how she knew, that reminder of his phone call, and in her perhaps a surging too.

as i watched her, i could see she knew what he was thinking of... perhaps she longed too... but oh i did so wish someone had thought about what khushi would feel at such a moment with a bit more depth... I do feel sometimes in IPK such scenes were a bit rushed up.. maybe the actors were conscious so these scene were kept short or not sure what was it.. of course even in one second we could go completely in flames but still.. there would be some lingering in him, less rarely in her.. not sure if am making sense here..

once he saw her, he could deny it no more. astounding expressions on barun's face, his eyes, the language of his entire body. she stood there transfixed, then his head tilted to one side as if he couldn't believe what it was his eyes beheld.

the breath by breath understanding and delineation of sexual desire burgeoning was exhilarating and gratifying really. the director had seen this whole thing in his mind with such clarity... it was as if he painted a canvas, stroke upon stroke.

asr looked at khushi for a timeless moment and then you saw a decision come into his eyes... that is when he moved... flowed really..
how graceful and ballet like were the next few minutes... he came to her, the motion had been slowed, the lighting was perfect, she stood there shy, uncertain, a little out of her depth. the two of them stood apart, a ray of light falling between them, an improvised clothesline with a sense of limit separated them, the lakshman rekha as it were. she watched transfixed, he approached, he seemed mesmerised... as he had been that day of the first rabba vey, as he had been on diwali night... but this time he knew why he was here and it no longer threw him that such an overwhelming need propelled him.

when he reached the rope... an inflection point. he lifted his hand and pushed the rope up, ducking under it, eyes on her he came to her side as it were. in his gaze was a determination now. he was here. he had decided to hear the call of the fireflies.

she backed away then, the look in his slightly glazed yet focussed brown eyes sent tremors through her it seemed. maybe it was the magnitude of his desire that shook her... had she ever felt such guiltless vast passion directed at her... caused in fact by her?

what a lovely shot of Sanya.. I loved here in this particular cap.. her expression perfect for the moment here I feel.

did it scare her a little? though it sparked a desire too in good measure.

he came closer still, now with a faintly predatory air, seeking her, and her alone. she walked back straight into the wall... so reminiscent of diwali this whole moment... he leaned over as he had done then, his eyes muddling and wanting the mayhem of love... this time he is sure. there will be no denial afterwards.

she watched as feelings ran amok and tried to escape the onslaught, but he would not let her... a swift and graceful lunge to the right blocking her path.

he bent down to kiss her, she attempted escape again...

but his downcast head managed to communicate unyielding resolution, a swift hand caught her wrist, obstructing flight... no, jonaki, tonight you won't fly away... bangles moved and danced, a touch of red by a carefully crafting director... in it: frenzy, fear, and maybe a note of wanton love. have to go see again.. hehe..

asr pulled her back and came over close, she looked on helpless now, her eyes large, irises a little glassy... caught between the scary tumult of sensations in her and in him... perhaps still just a bit afraid.

i noted that both were dressed in white and red. he wore his basic white vest and that devastatingly exciting cut on left cheek, with a streak of blood. wonderful observation Indi di.. really do you think it was all thought of?

red and white... were these colours too telling stories about the two and this evening like no other evening?

he did kiss her shoulder and then knowing the fight had left her, that she wanted him as much as he her, he bent and did what he had done so many times before... so after the signature advance retreat, now it was time to pick her up in his arms.

only this time he would lay her gently, tenderly on a bed of hay and make love to her, his wife.

while outside men with guns looked for them, inside the hut, lovers prepared to surrender, for something had found its mark. and that is when the song rose... rustic gritty alleviating... saiyaan.

kailash kher and a sufi interpretation of love, words that speak of the nature of love the lover seeks... and what that love does. enchanting melody. words that can make you blush or die with pleasure... no need for guns.

oohh again what a nice edit.. they almost shine out of it..
tu jo chhoonley pyaar se aaram se mar jaaoon.

if you should touch me with love, i will die of the comfort, the pleasure.

isn't that arnav singh's longing there? for years there has been no aaraam in his life, no comfort, no pleasure really... now she... all he needs is to be touched by her... that is all. ❤️

aaraam, a difficult to translate word i feel... nuances of the purely physical and also emotion in it.

saiyaan... saiyaan... lover... oh my lover.

she lay on the hay as he reached down to claim her to be claimed by her.

just as he was about to kiss her lips at last, she moved with alacrity, away... no... she was shy... not ready... and out flowed a beautiful long slim arm, minutely and perfectly etched with muscles... sinuous, strong, rising from a beautiful shoulder... we need issk to talk about this shoulder.

he stopped her... then ever so slowly his hand moved, his fingers trailed the skin on her back and went to her dori... fingers began to untie the knot. she was carried away on the sensations awakened... his eyes looked intoxicated...

in the intensity if this night, in its pure and complete call, i suddenly found a reflection of another terrifically concentrated night... after the terrace... on a quiet road, the scream of a man betrayed, a man who loves and wants to be loved. the helplessness of that night seemed to come and find bliss here and merged with it, losing itself, letting it flow away, becoming strong again... that chot of his got its aaraam. that night he had screamed, tonight he said barely anything and whatever he did was in the opposite decibel direction... whispers... yet his eyes spoke, his body sang, his hands screamed... am feeling slightly hysterical now di.. all this speaking eyes and body singing and screaming hands not good for poor aarwen..

and of course, the goons found them just then.

there is a beauty in these scenes that my words will never be able to capture. and barun... this really was his episode. how terribly detailed and precise are his expressions... his body language is really rare... he is predator and protector... there is a male aggressiveness and a ballet like grace in his movements... something hums and murmurs all the time... it envelops him.. it's in his look, his voice, all around... and really i have never seen male physique that looks as though someone had painted it, no sculpted it... giving it the most fluid angles and lines, lifting a muscle here, drawing a sinew there, detailing with infinite care. collar bones, shoulders, the clavicle, the ridges and grooves... how can such things look so beautiful... more hysteria inducing words.. ye aapne kya kar diye mere sath indi di..

pulchritude, my mind said. this is what that word means. this type of beauty. learnt a new word.. thank you

the moment he knew the outside world had intruded... asr, shatir, problem solving, in command, and no nonsense returned... he spoke in his clear sentences, a mix of hindi and english, an economy of words...

first thought... her safety. unlogo ko mujhse matlab hai... if i go out, they won't come in... ok?

no! she won't let him go. neither can bear the thought of the other being hurt.

they argued... he spoke of risk, she said let's jump out through the window... he through clenched teeth said, just lemme go, khushi...

i wondered how long i could remain sane. i was literally willing time to rewind so I got a few more minutes of the song playing or fireflies or playing on the hay or anything at all really..

and then some muddle headed writing bludgeoned the night on the head. haha they were going for the dramatic effect

but there had been such beauty here by then, nothing could dull that.

right in the beginning before everything started, he had taken a second, stolen it from the hour in fact to look at her as she counted till ten with her eyes closed as he had asked her to...

the tenderness that invaded his eyes at that point... infinite love there... it was perhaps that look which made the one in his eyes when he crossed the clothesline... that stalking devouring hunger... look perfectly wonderful... not lascivious and if so, in the best possible way.

heerey moti main na chahoon, main toh chahoon sangam tera...

diamonds and pearls i don't desire... i desire union with you.

even before the song said it, barun sobti spoke it with his eyes, his bent of head, his gliding, slow walk, his air of being unstoppable...

barun sobti was doing double shifts at this point... shooting for mamr at the same time. i have a feeling he was enjoying his role a lot... and that somehow got reflected in his kidnap days acting in ipk. absolutely inspired is all i can say... i yearn to see acting of this nature. and i hope that some day soon mamr releases... because he so wanted to do it. me too. and though i came to know him quite recently compared to everyone here I still really really want to see him do well. I do think he deserves it.

did you see the look in his eyes
infinite had difficulty breathing thanks to that look

planets perhaps shifted
when he lunged haha smart writing di

was there ever in truth a line to be
crossed

if there was, a crossing would be
done

love dictated, desired, demanded
that

the lover and the beloved stand
forever

in a hut in the gloam between here and
somewhere else

beauty and truth their indelible tie
illumine

soon after watching this episode when it first aired, i wrote this:
tonight was bs's night wasn't it.

also:
par mera asr aaj perfect tha, smoulder in his eyes, desire on his lips, love in his heart, passion in every pore. and banian on his breathtaking torso 😉 aur kuch hi din baad woh lautega, with all those things you speak of. but after tonight, there's no guarantee i'll live that long. he's the real dangerous one not that bichara sanskaari goonda. tan dan dan...

Originally posted by: sohara

episode-261

khushi is taking care of her arnavji's garden, I think she is trying to get solace there. Her mind swarms with a chaotic mlange of conflicting and precarious thought. How she can find him, the thought daunts her. The detective agency is too expensive and she can't go to the police as well. But she is determined that she somehow will find him. This is her promise to him and to herself.

nani is mad at akash, for not keeping his promise to have dinner with Payal or moreover he is calling Payal in the office to bring a file. He even doesn't want the driver to get the file, because it's confidential nani is acerbated, chotey left but before leaving he made Akash exactly like him.

When Payal reaches office Akash tells her to wait as he has to work with this file. Payal becomes pensive when he says that he already had dinner. Suddenly the projector turns on and Akash's apology comes there along with their cute pics. an involuntary smile glints on he rface. Akash comes with some snacks. He apologizes to payal for being late. Now he got some food for her. He didn't get anything else in the canteen so late at night. Payal already brought food for him. And they enjoy a cute and unusual dinner at his office.

It's good that he at least tried to make her happy. Otherwise how he was behaving with Payal nowadays, it looked like his love is already finished for her. the whole akash payal thing was most weirdly handled... inconsistencies galore. and something almost nasty about akash... i never quite understood considering they had chemistry and were an interesting twosome.

In the breakfast table mami is inquiring everybody, where they went yesterday. Her suspicion is upon Khushi actually. After asking everybody she comes to her.

"Where are yourz phaitti saree?"

nani also remembers that she went to buy vegetables. She asks her did she get all the goods from the market?. khushi prevaricates the truth that she didn't find anything. mami catches her lie, how cum she got nothing from the market

Where did you wents? 😆 😆 exactly... wents you wheres, tells tells. i must say i miss utkarsha naik as mami, she created quite a character... when we write all these weird things somehow the giggles come as one can almost hear her speak... a very good actress i thought...

Khushi lies that she went to azadnagar. Again mami catches her lie in front of everybody and says that she didn't go there, but went to chandi chawk market. All are flabbergasted to hear this, especially Shyam.

The flash back from yesterday's episodes plays. So it was mami who followed her. First time when I watched I thought Shyam or someone else. Khushi cowers in anticipation. mami tells everybody that she went to meet some prithvi. She was about to say prithvi detective agency, then Khushi snatches her word and says she went to prithvi khadi bhandar. She went there to buy something for Arnav. She wants to give him some gift when he will return. mami is getting ambiguous, why she is lying. khushi apologizes to nani for lying. She is ashamed of herself as well. nani feigns anger, but laughs out after a while. She is such a liberal nani in law. Anjali asks her then why she lied. When nani wanted to see what she bought, she tells her that she couldn't find anything good. Anjali tells her to take her next time, she will help her to select stuff for chottey.

Mami is livid, how Khushi was lying one after another. Khushi enters her room right then and confesses her guilt. She tells mami, her intuition about Arnav. That's why she went to a detective agency. mami doesn't ponder her suspicion and laughs instead. She thinks she is the trouble of Arnav's life, that's why he fled away from this trouble. khushi tries to make her understand that her suspicion is not wrong. She doesn't also want her to tell anybody at home. But mami doesn't believe her; rather she wants to tell everybody that she turned insane. khushi tries hard to make her understand that she is not mad but her intuition is right that Arnav is in danger. mami talked to him yesterday and he was fine, how she can believe her words! She jests her, did he tell her some other story?

"tumka koi aur i personal story bataiye kya?"

credit goes to the maker

How can Khushi say that he told her I love you and that was not normal for their relationship. His confession is the beckon of her suspicion. she tells her that her heart is saying that he is in danger. Something is not right with him.

Khushi shows mami Arnav's message and explains that if he went to Scotland, then why he messaged that he reached London and there were no flight went to Scotland on that day. Khushi tells her what AR employees told her. She asks her, still she thinks, there is no problem here? mami is in confusion now and she wants her to prove her point in 24 hours. khushi requests mami not to tell this to anybody. She can't take a risk with Anjali's health. mami warns her if she can't prove it in 24 hours she will pronounce her mad.

mami thinks to investigate this matter by herself, because Khushi already planted the seed of suspicion inside her. She asks Akash whether he talked to Arnav or not. akash says her that there won't be any network in Scotland to talk to him. I wonder how Akash believed this! In this modern era of cyber world, where the whole world became a global village, then how no network in Scotland!

mami tries Arnav's number to tell him to bring perfume for her. Akash roils, bhai went there for business meeting and she is troubling him with shopping list! but why mami didn't tell Akash about khushi's suspicion!

masala mama got mental asylum's number, i need to be sent there every time i see him... whereas mami asked her to arrange the numbers of hotels in Scotland. mami berates him for that. masala says he herself told that Khushi turned mad, so he gathered mental hospital's number. mami is fed up with her crazy brother's gibberish talk. I think she should call those numbers and send her mad brother there.

She tries various hotels' number in Scotland, but doesn't get nay trace of him. how silly! she will call how many hotels in Scotland; or why the hotel will reveal her about their guest! but everything here was silly... khushi has no money to go to detective agency? takes auto? whatevers.

khushi is thinking how to find out where Arnav can be. She herself wants to do the detective's job now. She thinks to go to the airport to find out. She comes to the airport office and asks the officer for cc tv footage. But he is not ready to give her 4/5 days old footage. They normally send that to the basement of the main office. If she wants to see, she has to bring legal documents to get the permission. or moreover she is neither from army nor from police that they will show her the footage. He strongly refutes to help her.

After coming back from the airport office, khushi again tries Arnav's number several times. But she curses her, if his phone is not within his reach then how he will receive the phone! cause he is sure that he has been abducted by somebody.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1DGCrFHYPU[/YOUTUBE]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1DGCrFHYPU

credit goes to Smitar