Blast from the Past Thread #26 ** Talk to me ** P 132, Ep 299 - Page 70

Originally posted by: aarwen

Faiqa di thank you for quoting this I had missed it..

Hi R.. I really like this clifftop.. but you know same thing happens to me too.. sometimes with something that did not make sense or move me enough once I start reading what others see in those moments almost always make me fall in love a bit more with IPK..

its such a pleasure sharing this with everyone here.. hope you are all ready for the winning back biwi abhyaan about to begin.. complete with coffee tea throwing..

Originally posted by: aarwen

Episode 288

It is said that the moment death beckons you to itself your entire life flashes in front of you. I don't know if that is true, but what I do know is that as Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada reeled backwards losing her foothold on the ledge and calling his name, Arnav Singh Raizada's hold on life started to slip. His mind jumped back to their first memory. The instant she came into his life. Into his unsuspecting arms. She had fallen then. But was she the only one who had fallen? Had he not fallen right with her?

Right from that first moment hey have spiraled head long clutching onto each into this labyrinth of emotions. Love arising from hate.. Hate so strong that try as hard they just could not stay apart. He had to make her his, in thought and belief as well, even when he thought he was breaking away all ties. She thought she despised him only to be proven how wrong she was.

Like indi di mentioned in her post, as Khushi falls his conscious memory freezes and solidifies on one vision. He has put sindoor on her forehead. He has placed a mangalsutra around her neck. She is his wife. ASR never did not believe in marriage. I think he believed in it too much. With all the idealistic innocent wonder and certainty of a 14 year old whose belief has been mercilessly killed. And all that remained were painful memories of how things would be if the world was the true place it should be.

But it was not. There was pain and terrible torment that life handed out to unsuspecting victims. And in this haze of pain with all her positivity, brightness and inherent goodness had stepped in Khushi. His khushi.

He would have killed Lalan of this I have no doubt. And that flash of uncontrolled fire must have reflected in his eyes. So men, who would perhaps never comprehend what this man feels for the girl who is falling, fled. Leaving a man and his wife to find a way back into life.

How desperate is his call. It reached right into you and tugs insistently at your gut, saying, feel what ASR is going through. Slipping, losing himself as he tries to get to her. And eyes that are sad and tender. Worry that is hard to describe in words as he sees her frail petite body, always full of life, giggling, eating jilebis, pagal, lay in a lifeless heap.

Khushi .. Khushi.. The sound .. It rings in your ears.. Echoing pulsating .. Till the valley resonates with her name.. You can tell this is no ordinary story. This is a tale of extraordinary love. Because he would simply die without her. Wither and crumble away, his essence blowing in the same wind that always brought with itself the message of her existence. His life would be meaningless if she did not exist.

The scene fades in and we find ourselves on an open expanse, a precipice hanging alarmingly close to death and despair.

The most pertinent poignant of flashbacks are used to remind us what he is remembering. It is like real life. When you love a person you get used to small gestures. Many which subconsciously you hold on to and very rarely the most stirring ones take a tangible shape or form. It drowns in feelings, it swims in smiles, it floats in comfort, dives in love. But though it is around it is just out of grasp.. Quick to flit away if you try and hold onto it.

But in moments like these perhaps the memories decide to stop playing hide and seek. So they congeal and allow you to drench in their beauty. He remembers her hand reach out and clutch onto his collar. Again that is the very day of his first uttered Khushi.

There is trust. There is comfort. Some primal instinct inside her knew him. Knew she was safe with him. Knew she could hold him. Knew he would protect her. Even if he left her in darkness she still will not let go. Because in his arms is the home her heart has always yearned for. A home that is not based out of kindness or out of what she has earned or deserves. A home that is just hers intrinsically.

In Panic. In agony. A scream. A cry. A call. Khushi.. Khushi..

Like Faiqa di mentioned, once he took his name something remained firmly ingrained in his being. It refused to budge. It had found his home and there was no place else to go. Unsuccessful attempts at staying away. Devi maiyya must have laughed at the fruitlessness of fighting the strongest of pull between them.

He has to reassure her. Nudge her. Shake her. Bring her back from oblivion. He is fine. Maybe it is meant to reassure himself too that she is fine. But she is not.

She is tired since long.. To fall in love, dream and then not understand why the person who was tender and sending your heart in overdrive is out to ruthlessly shatter your happiness. To be misunderstood and termed characterless, she might have borne, but to be left alone, that was unbearable. To realize he is kidnapped, he is in mortal danger. To finally understand that come what may you cannot hate him. That love is forever unconditional and never ending. To find him, fling yourself in the sweetest embrace, feel his care, sense his desire, then lose him. To talk to him within you. To let the man you despise touch you for sake of the man you have to bring back. The man you cannot live without. To damn yourself to save him.

Perhaps she needed his arms. His strength must seep into her as he keeps calling out to her.

Khushi .. Khushi.. He pleads.. Almost losing hope.. There is blood on his fingers..

But in love you can't say.. There I tried my best.. It won't work.. No, till your last breath you fight.. Sometimes even when not am iota of air remains in your lungs you still have to say her name. So he does. He cannot give up because the alternative is unthinkable. Inconceivable.

He does not give up. His right over her. He commands. He cajoles. Asking her to talk. The reticent man who has time and again told her to shut up, wants her to speak dammit. This is not a generic man in panic over his lover not responding to his calls. This is ASR and flawlessly the writers and the actor capture the essence of acute agony that he must go through seeing his life lifeless before him.

Khushi.. This is not funny..Khushi.. Still no response.. He frantically rubs her hand.. But it falls away limp..

Slowly despair threatens to finally take over.

And her fingers lie lifeless. She is not only not listening to his cry, but has also let go. He is breaking inside. Hollow. Crushing. Constricting. The thought of losing her. The way he cushions her head in his embrace. Grasping her hair, bringing her close. Rocking. Cradling.

Khushi..wake up please.. Khushi.. Begging.. Entreating.. The next second.. Anger.. How fragile she is with her eyes closed. How can she not talk.. How dare she leave him alone.. How dare she not talk.. This sense of ownership of the one you love touches something deep within me as I watch.

Again the onslaught of related memories. He has lived this exact feeling when he was play acting. In make belief the thought of her dying was unbearable and now it might be for real. And he had let things get this bad between them that she actually surmises that getting rid of her would make him happy. And then that stupid day when for a silly misunderstanding she was about to take the most drastic of step. Give up her life. But even then she wants to shine bright. His ma, her amma are stars. He has just started to believe in this and in comes her clear voice that she would be a star too.

He cannot feel her breath. He has tried hard. To set a rhythm to revive her heart. He kisses her forehead. How much he cherishes her. Sobbing. In tears. Broken.

Khushi.. khushi.. He implores.. Eyes, voice, hands, every nerve, muscle, sinew.. his entire being beseeching her.. She can't do this to him. Not now. After all they have been through together. They are connected. And how can life flow through him when she lay there lifeless.

Khushi don't.. You can't.. A hushed whisper.. And it in hidden a wail that seems to engulf us..

With nothing remaining.. A utter void.. An infinite tormenting second plays out as he takes her hand and places it near his heart. How can his heart be beating when hers is not? Again those minutes when they were connected, memories that could only overwhelm with their intensity. He had told her their hearts beat as one. Even that day she laid trusting in his arms. Vulnerable, untouched, still strangely sure as she had confessed his effect on her and asked him what it meant. How he could he have not told the truth? Even far away he has heard those heartbeats. Hamesha. For all eternity. Then how did it stop today?

He places her hand on his heart. Dhak dhak.. A beat.. A flow.. A pulse.. That brings back strength in her. Her fingers have come to life. He has missed it. A prayer in the way he says it .. Khushi.. He wants to be anchored to a firm support. Her name is that anchor.

Hmm?.. The most melodious sound in the whole wide world for him.. I can see the breath rush into him. Relief. Amazement. He looks for a breathless second. Dazed. She flutters her eyes open. He simply stares at her. He has witnessed his miracle today. There is nothing more to want. Mujhe aur kuch nai chahiye. He had said. His smile of utter joy.

She want to reassure him. But there is no need. Shhh... Words are superfluous. So are questions. Answers. Confessions. Heartbeats will do all the talking. Life flows from one right into the other. When you meet someone transcending time and space, defying death, embracing love.. they is nothing left to say.

She rests in his arms. Tenderly he strokes her hair. With no words, the actress says all there is to say, as she raises her shivering hand and cups his face. There is ethereal beauty in that frail pale hand. He kisses it. A boy and girl live their moment of hamesha.

Scooping her into him tenderly. He kisses her forehead. A gesture to tell her she is safe. And she closes her eyes submitting herself to him. He will not let anything happen to her again. And then hug her with abandon. To tell himself she is safe. Drawing energy from her. Gaining strength. And she tucks her head into the crook of his neck, arching into him. A need to have him close. Feel him.

With infinite care was the scene crafted. The uplifting melody reaching heights unknown as the camera pans out to a shot of two beautiful people entwined, breathing, in bliss. The dazzling montage of shots have a timeless quality to it. A temple in the background and greenery all around, cloudless vibrant blue skies and a still lake. There is divinity in this story, so is life that radiates and also that exhilarating inspiring flight into freedom and an unending depth.

He drapes the dupatta on her. Her respect. Her dignity. He will uphold it. He will protect her. How nice that there is someone to take care of you. Who will scoop you in his arms and whisk you away. Tell you to shh.. Don't worry.. I am here.. Her hand is back where it belongs. There is pride and joy in his sparkling eyes and a heartwarming smile. She showers her love in that caress on his cheek with a look of selfless eternal love and devotion. He looks right into her eyes with equal devotion and he walks. The dupatta dancing, celebrating the victory of love.

It was inevitable that she would wake up. Who could resist responding to such a call? Gods would have sent her right back to him such was the intensity of his summoning her back. It remains etched in me long after I have stopping watching. Even on multiple watches the beauty refuses to even slightly dim, let alone fade. A true work of art never fails to excite, they say. They say right.

As she returned from the precipice, as he gathered her securely in his arms I get a sense of passing of right. The young lovers and their intoxicating journey of discovering love has reached an elevating high which will engulf them and ensure they pass on unharmed and strong, to face what is to come.

The ASR and Khushi who returned to Shantivan are now husband and wife. A certain grown up air would enter the story.

The scene where he supports her and she leans on him while limping into the house. Symbolic of their life. Both incomplete without the other.

She tells him the kidnapper is Shyam. I wondered why his mind didn't immediately fasten on to this explanation. I think it could be because for all of Shaym's raving and ranting about khushiji, ASR never took him to be a serious opponent. No means. No resources, like Indu di said it was a self sponsored kidnap. No brains in Shyam, ASR might have thought, to thwart Mr Raizada. So, disbelief that Shyam could possibly carry out this elaborate scheme. But he believes Khushi. And the proof he asks is only for his di. His keen sharp mind senses trouble brewing.

As they enter a certain unreal sense of drama perpetrates the screen. I wonder why ASR kept quiet for long. Was it that he was worried about di? But keeping quiet only added to her panic it seems. Will talk about all this in my next take. For now want to sit and admire the beauty off that clifftop.

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

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ArshiHamesha

credit to S.Design

Two hearts, Who learned to beat at one Rhythm intrinsically , the melody and the tune of their love is beating every drop of blood which is only carrying the vitality of their existence being together either in one frame or miles away . They sense each other's presence through this melody and through every element of this universe as Human itself has been created by God with every element ...air, fire, soil, and water...A calling of the soul by saying each other's name and touching each other's soul which is everlasting and present like Hamesha...Their heartbeats are so protected within and runs the reason of their life to be with each other.

"Yahan na sahi , shyad aur ek duniya hogi jahan tum aur main kabhi alag nahi honge

This is what DeviMaiya promised and arranged for her favorite children.

Arnav's fear losing his soul, his Khushi on the day of Heer Ranjha ,on the day of her making an attempt to suicide brings a total devastation on his face...A silence prevails in his soul with sinking heart ...When her hand limps ...lifelessly giving him first sign of fear that something is wrong...she was not able to create the same rhythm which always creates havoc in him awww poor asr, totally thrown by thsi feeling. and hers being in each other's proximity...she was not picking up the beat and his heart was sinking with it...First indication..."humari Dhakanain ek ho jati hain...[our heartbeats become one]...and that brings a layer of deep fear within...He assures her that he is fine...everything is fine...and then he demands her..."Say something dammit, baat karo mujh se...This is not funny" [Talk to me ]...but nothing in return..

.Unlike Nainital where he lost Khushi and he threatened her with a slight lining of fear as it wasn't joke then or now...because when her hands slips from his,...he knows something is not right...Her hand which always holds on to him even in her unconscious state...Hamesha...His heart knows it and her knows it even they both were in denial...since from the beginning...from the day he called her with her name "Khuishi!!! ...with the fear ...of her safety...in those shaking walls of guest house...where he sends her...,or with the fear of her well being in Nainital when she gets fever because he leaves her out in that dark room ...in that cold night ...No matter what he did , her faith and hope never lost the rhythm of him being her protector..."Aap sab sanmbhal lainge...sab theek kar dainge...[you will take care of everything by making it right... ]...dreaming of him caressing her face ...yes her dream seeing him as her prince...which she never shed and he never stepped back from his protective side for her...even in that darkest night...he was her protector...per DeviMiya's wish...

Arnav tries desperately to resuscitate her ...He pleads her...but it changes into a command "Please ...Just breathe...I'm telling you to breathe...Damn it...!!!'

This is the moment when he is just Arnav, a 14 year old in a grown up body whose biggest fear ...losing his loved ones is becoming a reality... so you felt it too... aquiline has posted the whole thought on his missing his mother and becoming like a child in certain situations... faiqa, this was done so wonderfully, understanding a character beyond the ambit of any daily soap.

There is no driven Ego like he had during Nanital or Guest house... great point

But today ,there is a huge difference...in between Heer Ranjha and now...He wished for another world where he and she will be alone and will remain together Hamesha ...But today he wants her here , present with him...in his world...in their world...which will change into their "Choti si Duniya"...[their small world...]...Where.." Arnav aur Khushi khabi alag nahin ho sakte..."[ Arnav and Khushi can't be separated...]

He remembers her words "jab aapke liye sab se achi aur Ranjhe ki sab se buri ghadi ayegi...Hum mar jayengey...Samjheye hum bhi ek tara bangey...raat main dayain se teesra...jo sab se ziyada chamkta hai..."[ I will die...just think I became a star ...third from the right side...in the night which sparkles the most..]...He shakes his head with tearful eyes but in determination.."No Khushi!! No!!..." He can't let that happen...He won't ...regardless these stars always show them the way to each other...and hold so much meaning for them...But he tells her...NO...You can't go..."Khushi!...tum mere saath aisa nahi kar saktin" {u can't do this to me ]...His first touch in months ...his lips on her forehead and are no willing to let her go...Tears streaming down his face...venting out every emotion...he begs, pleads, orders, commands, cries, fears, ...without losing determination...His every words comes back to haunt him..."iss pyar main sahi aur ghalat ka koi matlab nahi..." [there is nothing right and wrong in this love...]...the only thing would be wrong if he lost her..."Khushi main tumhare bina..."[Khushi me ...without u..] and he can't complete it...he doesn't want to complete it...He is Arnav Singh Raizada who writes everyone's destiny...and he will write hers today...

He found a hope on Holi...and that became a vital connection in between them...and they always hear and feel presence of each other..Hamesha...

Khushi.."Kya aap sun sakte hain ..humare di ki Dhakan...

Arnav answered...Hamesha...

Yes he can hear hers and she can hear his...They are one in this ...the rhythm of this melodious life is one...His last hope ..."Jab tum mere paas hoti ho, tumhare saath saath mere dil ki dhakan bhi taiz ho jati hai...humari ...dhakanain ek ho jati hain..."...[ my heartbeat goes faster along with yours...when you are with me...our heartbeats become one...]

She has to hear him...

"Love is the voice of silence,a hope in fear, the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star..." ~Cummings~

He brings her hand to his heart ..the very same way he did on Holi...Their soul Touch...Which their soles can recognize from miles...Which always ignites the flicker of this rhythmic reaction of Faith and togetherness with hope ...as always...

Melody of this "Atoot Vishwas..." starts its movement...Dhak Dhak Dhak... lovely faiqa, indeed it's the melody of faith.

and picks up spead...While holding her head so gently ...with closed eyes...behind tears...and she reciprocates with this beat of love and life... he calls her name...again...Khushi!!! ...

She hears it...finally she hears it...He opens his eyes...her sweet voice mingles with Sweet Rabba Ve in the BG...She breathes for him...his sinking heart picks up it's pace ...seeing her breathing and moving in his arms...

A smile appears behind cloudy eyes...and he holds her closer to his heart...with a promise that he will never let her go...and she makes it sure that he believes it too...she calls his name..."Arnavji!!!..."

"shhh" ...he whispers as always he does by holding her..."Kush bolne ki zaroorat nahin hai..."...[There is no need to say anything] ..Yes their heart have already confessed their solemnity ..no need of any word...

She holds his tearful face ...his wounds to sooth em...and he kisses her palm with deep love...the very same Palm where she has written his name..."A"...Both fills each other's heart with desirous rhythm of love and care ...While DeviMaiya drapes them with her love ...he drapes her with her Duppatta...Yes she is his...with divine forces' permission...and blessing...by any means...they are one ..for eternity...

She tries to get up but she can't ...he leans to scoop her up ...and He smiles lovingly and proudly seeing her hand on his shoulder and holding his vest as always ..it's right place...

This completer the circle of eternity in their life...with full awakening for both of them...Where every doubt and misunderstanding has been removed with the restoration of Faith and Love...

Eyes get locked together ...and he carries her without losing his gazes...being lost in each other..as she kept cupping his face...while he carries her...

as he did carry her from Devi Maiya's temple ...with his right on her "Zabardasti utha keh laijayenge..."..[u will take me forcefully...]...But even then their hearts b knew the rhythm despite their minds were in denial...Today Finally Two hearts together ...united for eternity...

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 286/7/8

love slipped out and was free finally. it landed a flying kick on dread, shoved terror away with a lethal punch in the gut, grabbed the collar of betrayal and said don't mess with me. then pointed the gun at fear's head and rasped through gritted teeth, "paani hai, plan barbaad ho gaya?!"

such a beautiful starting, I'm already captivated by your deep thought.

a long time ago they'd got him. on a night when he was too vulnerable, too young to fight back. they trapped him in a scream and locked him right in. a heart that ached, that tore and ripped, hardened instead, combating demons that wouldn't let him go. he couldn't walk away, they took him and walled him in.

they planned to set him on fire some day.

but then arrived water laughing and babbling like a brook, speeding on a scooter hell bent on reaching her destination like a river, a girl from gomti sadan. she raced to meet her destiny...

and down from the sky came a man called ocean and said he never misses his mark. little knowing, he was the nishana, a river was on its way to find her ocean.

speechless again.

as i watched the terrifically well shot fight sequences and chase and the magnificent clifftop scenes of these episodes, i could hardly think. every second was thrilling and then you were thrown straight into the grandeur of a man and a woman and a feeling melded with air water earth fire.

was this not a movie? a tacky hindi tv serial merely?

shyam realised he had been duped by khushi and gave the order to burn the place down, set asr on fire... the horror of that moment.

his wife shrilly wailed to her aunt that she was hallucinating even as she clung on to her vaham, her essential hallucination of a perfect husband... the ever practical aunt brought her beloved niece home and called out to the servant for water. the servant was named after god, of course.

"hari prakas, paani deo jaldi se!" and god seemed to bring water raining down on arnav singh raizada. rocky opened a window and hurled a fluid from a plastic jerrycan at asr. he was drenched... and i was shocked thinking that was diesel.

Same here. when it was first aired i was terrified, what they are showing!

the first time i saw this scene i had no idea a switch had been made. but he smelled the liquid, being the ever pragmatic and focused man he is with a curious mind that never stops ticking. he knew this was no gasoline. yet he waited to see what the goons were up to, he had tackled a couple of them earlier, but now there were many more, he had to strategise.

what was interesting was that ticking mind.

he had actually allowed it to be bludgeoned on the night of the terrace, and stopped thinking... making a terrible mistake. surrounded by every demon of his, he had screamed again and they had reinforced the trap. water had not won that night, darkness had.

amazing thought! After that mistake both Arnav and Khushi became alert of their action. Remember without procrastinating the matter khushi said about shyam right after she came back to RM. She also tried to say about shyam's involvement with the kidnappig when he called her. unfortunately he couldn't hear.

but this time he was not going to just give in to death as he had at 14, nor to fear as on that other night. this time, he was somehow better armed to take it on.

he had to meet her in sheeshmahal, didn't he. and she had to find her way to him in some strange and unpredictable way, didn't she. that evening too there had been a switch... she was not supposed to be on that ramp. yet she was. and she fell into his arms, crash landing and just refused to disappear after that... running after him at the dargah, insisting she'd work in his office, making deals with his girl friend to stay on and teach her... as he said that night before rakhi, she just refused to go away.

this are all destiny's game what threw them together again and again.

to break down that hard wall of terrible adversaries... lallan, rocky, stand back for you are nothing compared to dread, death, terror, ache, fear, pain, anger, betrayal... to vanquish them, he needed to be reached, touched, brought back to life. water is fluid, it flows into places solids can't, it seeps in through cracks and crevices and finds a way to get in, stay.👏

she did find her way into him. the day he smiled at her antics, was perhaps the first day he took a step toward fighting every demon off. and no matter how much he tried to not feel for her, believing she had betrayed his trust even, nothing worked, she kept flowing in... on laughter, smiles, her utter upbeat rhythm, her sanka, her sweetness. he could not resist. and as he said to her just a couple of days ago... she had found him, haan, mujhe dhoond liya tumne. was that not really about her making her way, against all odds, right into his being? his heart?

when lallan's matches fizzled out, he knew only one person could have made that switch... the little sizzler who would not be put down, never fizzle out... and with a smile of wonder and pride came, "khushi kumari gupta singh raizada!"👏

How beautifully you wrote!

she popped up from behind packing cases, gleeful at having succeeded, and thanking devi maiyya, for a few moments so much the sparkling girl of the first episode. fresh and full of trust.

then arrived shyam and his disgusting frenzy. seemed he'd have loved her more if he'd known she were so twisted. an interesting conversation about how "gire hui" was she. and a bold assertion by her that for her husband's sake she would fall even further if necessary, because she loved him... so much. but perhaps what i enjoyed hearing most was her cutting tone when she told him she was nothing like him, shyam... nothing.

But i enjoyed most when she declared in volition that she loves Arnav and can go to any extent to rescue him. That sure was a tight slap for Shyam.

the first time i saw these episodes, and this time too, shyam made practically no impression... his story was weak, his acting flat. and given the beauty unfolding elsewhere, i really did not care.

but before i dump him, i wonder what was that about "pandrah din". asr had got only fifteen days to live... now that was done. was this in some way a reference to the dark period in one's life? in crooner, priya had talked about the fifteen days standing for a "paksha"... there are two in each month, one dark/krishna when the moon wanes, the other bright/shukla when it waxes. is this a refernce really to the dark phase in arnav singh raizada's life ending though it is flipped to sound the other way round and the dark one, shyam/krishna, speaks of it?

the ocean had decided he needed to meet his life force. arnav singh raizada was going to come out if his wife was out here. the fabulous fight between ugly hoods and a beautiful man that ensued was so gracefully filmed, him throwing off barriers and flowing toward us, almost like a tide coming in... a sense of freedom in it.

a stunning communication when he burst out of the godown and standing on the verandah caught sight of her for the first time. almost instantly a smile flashed, no matter they were in the middle of absolute danger. and she smiled back ever so slightly right back at him... a connection, a giving of breath to each other... of life... a moment of immortality... and rabba ve of course was the name of this moment.

what an observation and how you perceived just wonderful!

he didn't see shyam, in a fairly well directed placing of actors and camera angles, this got done. and onto the ballet like chase, a terribly handsome man with hair tossed by the wind and a search in his eyes in an open top rugged vehicle followed by a clutch of murderous men on bikes, while in front raced the small half man who so wanted to be the big guy with the girl who now feared even less, now that her arnav ji was here and determined to reach her.

On a lighter note her arnavji will not leave with the goons again, cause his movie shooting is over. yeayyy!!!!

she had saved him, now it was his turn. i wondered why we had to come all the way to death for their story to complete. the words "jeetey ji", while one's alive was used by both shyam and khushi. as long as she were alive, she would not let any harm come to arnav ji, she spat out at shyam as 287 began. shyam vowed what asr hadn't given him while he lived, he would give him by dying... khushi ji.

but then i felt, it had to come to death. and betrayal.

for it had all started with death and betrayal... of a loved one, and by a loved one. and it had to come back to the death and betrayal of a loved one and by a loved one for arnav singh raizada to be free. and perhaps that's why there had to be that misunderstanding, where he believed the one he loved had broken his trust... he would have to grapple with that... and today he would have to see her in the grip of death.👏

fire destroys fire... to catch a thief set a thief. and so his mother's death and his father's breaking of trust... khushi brought both spectres back to him. she the instrument that would let him live again. she that key... the mannat key, i suddenly thought. he had said "phenk do" but she wouldn't. she was that key on which a mannat stayed... maybe a dying mother's wish or am i being melodramatic?

great thought and connection.

a truly beautiful tale springs ridiculously elevating surprises at you... in these episodes ipk did that again and again. a moving story had been brewing in someone's heart... i am grateful that despite all the horrors that the trp chase brought upon us, the real story of ipk did not plunge to its death, it only seemed like that. it breathed dammit breathed. and a love story lived on.

well said, the essence was always there. that's why we still can't get over from it.

what he had lost to death and betrayal, today he would have the chance to win all that back... but would he be able to?

need i have worried?

how viciously the goons had tried to hold him down, but he brought forth all his physical might and prevailed. shyam gagged and bound her and left her to die under the tyres of his jeep... but he kept his head and swerved in time to save her. he watched over her as the hoods caught up, and again fought with all he was when they circled him like vultures. but then he saw what he never ever thought he'd have to see.

khushi plunging to her death.

he forgot everything, he ran to save her. they tried to stop him, but he was not going to let them. lallan should thank his lucky stars, asr was too focused on khushi to bother to pull the trigger. he couldn't care less whether lallan died or not... khushi... where was khushi?

actually she had been on his mind from the moment he saw that water and realised it must have been her.

her name was on his lips constantly as he drove... and as she fell off the edge of the cliff.

khushi... khushi... khushiii had started already... he knew very well she couldn't hear him calling her from the car, then why was he saying her name? if we happen to be theist, the very name of god is considered powerful... to have the name on every breath is a form of praying, on the inhale, on the exhale... the name.

i did not count how many times he called her by her name... i just felt his devotion, his love, his conquest over himself... and the freedom within him. at long last.

in 286, we had been cooped up in a godown... in 287, it was the road... and now we reached the earth and the sky. rabba vey sang the wind, water flowed and washed away pain in untrammelled tears.

beautifully written. just loved this line.

but before all that, again.. a smile. when he spotted her lying prone on the slope under a tree. his sister ad commented on it earlier... this crazy girl who'd stop at nothing to reach him, perhaps the most precious gift she released in him was his smile. his laughter.

it made him happy, it made him strong.

how moving was the acting by barun sobti as arnav singh raizada felt every terror, fear, pain, hurt, horror, tear, ripping of a single thought. khushi is no more.

he has always feared the loss of a near one. he cannot face it... he cannot take it. a part of him ends every time he thinks of his mother's death.

and now, khushi is gone?

when he was 14, he could not do a thing about what happened. but this time he was damn well not going to let anything happen. he ran about wildly, calling her, he spotted her, he gathered her in his arms and pulled her up and he sat on mother earth cradling his love in his arms, reviving her, calling her, telling her to come back... he spoke to her constantly, his fear perhaps propelling him, but also his determination not to let her go.

talk to me, say something, khushi khushi khushiii... and then he saw her hand fall limp to the ground, the hand that always held him when he lifted her... fear rushed through him. he remembered moments when she had spoken of dying... a chill clutched his heart, he checked to see if she breathed, he tried to resuscitate her, he told her to speak to him dammit, this was not funny. he commanded her to breathe. breathe.

he pleaded and said, she couldn't do this to him...

for endless minutes he did all he could to get her back, there alone on a clifftop, no one around, no help for miles around... and the sky and the earth watched quietly.

But he had the most powerful thing and that was the power of his love.

he raged, he shouted, he seemed to be standing before the eternal and demanding she be brought back to him. every time fear came, he fought it off and grew more strident in his call to her. he had tried to reassure her at first, how very tenderly he'd said, look, everything is alright, you're okay, i'm fine, we're safe... open your eyes, khushi, say something. he'd thought she would respond... did i see a little child in him for a moment then? almost asking his mother to open his eyes, look at him, come back? he has been to this terrifying place before.

then he grew more and more desperate... and fierce... refusing to give in.

he tried to massage warmth back into her palms, to find a sign of life.

nothing.

whatever he could do using his powers of reasoning and thinking he did. nothing worked. she was not breathing.

he was bereft, broken... and with a desperate love for her in his heart, he turned to only that feeling and lifted her still hand and put it where it belonged, on his heart... the place she had streamed into despite all the barriers and walls and met the ocean within. his deep, vast heart.

holding her close, letting his tears come, he let his head rest on hers... khushi, he murmurred. this time perhaps sure, she would not answer...

hmmm?

the heartbeat... their story was all about that after all. dhadkane. he was hers and she his... he seemed to give her her heartbeat back by putting her hand on his...

in that heartbeat perhaps today is a trust in life that was robbed a long while back.

when he heard her, for a moment, disbelief... and then a smile. yes, again a smile. arnav singh raizada has found a thousand different smiles with and for this love of his... each one says love in its own way...

she coughed as she started to breathe again, you could see a spray of saliva come and hit arnav singh raizada... why did that look so wonderful? felt real...

uff so real!

and then with the most incredulous joy he turned to her and held her.

even the way he put his arm around her seemed to have changed and become more nurturing... like she was the most precious thing ever. and indeed she was. she was perhaps that pearl that made the scattering, the bikhar jaana of his entire life bearable.

Oh the pearl connection i'm astonished again at your sublime thought.

he sat with her in his arms, smiling, crying, just being thankful... a grace in these moments. and sitting up there on the clifftop, we seemed to move up another level in this love story... going even deeper into the nature of love and reaching upward with an ambitious lunge.

she looked at him and she too had to say his name first... to have him near, to be in his arms, after the hell she has gone through these past few weeks and the damnation of having to be near another man... and yet, i don't think for even a second khushi doubted that her arnav ji would reach her and save her. her calm, tired smile seemed to say that. she tried to speak, he said shh shh, no need to say anything.

you are right, she had full confidence on her man. and Sanaya did a brilliant job here.

the first time too i'd found that intriguing. and it was beautiful that he believed her without her having to say a single thing later when she accused her culprit.

on the bridge the other day he had not been able to believe her even as she told him everything. but today, after all they had been through, and after he had finally battled and wrestled with demons and was at last free... he really did not need to hear anything any more.

And didn't she deserve it! How much she had been going through! ASR is an astute man. didn't he see her desparation to rescue him! Did anybody sensed that he could be in peril! His beloved di even didn't miss him!

he put her dupatta back on her shoulders in a telling gesture. her dupatta always said many things and it had been the last thing he'd seen as she fell. as he placed it where it belonged he seemed to say, he'd protect her honour always.

as he went to pick her up, her hand did go up as it always had, right from that day at the guest house and she clutched his vest... oh the happiness on arnav singh raizada's face at that.

there was a sense of completion up there beneath the clear sky. the young man who had held darkness in his eyes, now his irises held a bright new light and the girl who had looked up at him petrified in his arms one night, now stroked his cheek lying comfortably in his arms, becoming his, making him her own.

the scene seemed surreal to me and your take is more surreal. Lovely.👏

he carried her and walked to the car, a temple in the background, white pristine. the shots had a sense of the sacred and a larger than life feel, something elemental, big. like the feelings within, like the feelings without.

on this clifftop, for the first time he said, though he did not complete the sentence perhaps because he couldn't, not when she was in this state... but he did realise clearly... main tumhare b-

i can't live without you.

if not for a great plot or even a rational basis for kidnap, for using it to reach this point, many thanks to the writers.

ipk would not be what it is without the acting of barun sobti and sanaya irani... these episodes again said that repeatedly to me. they made ipk breathe... even when everything tried to throw it over the cliff.

this is the ultimate truth. that's why my heart craves to see this magnificent actors together again. May be my dream to see them together again will never come true.😭

Originally posted by: cinthiann1758

Better late than never!

Episode 288

United Hearts

Love has finally succeeded. Freedom for her loved one. It took some tricks and fast maneuvering but she has saved him from a fiery death.

And now here she lies, lifeless, him calling her name..."Khushi, Khushi...everything's all right...Khushi?" Each time he calls her, a questioning of her existence.

She lays lifeless under a tree in the bushes when she cascaded down the cliff from the forceful push from an evil goon. nice phrase

Arnav is devastated but quickly brings her lifeless body out from the dangerous position she was in to the safety of the ground above.

"Khushi?...Khushi?"

He frantically calls her name, about a zillion times it seems.

Each time my heart feels his pain.

It has taken so long for him to realize his love for her and now? How could God allow it? No, she can't leave him, no, he won't let her leave him...he hasn't told her in person how much he loves her.

She put her life in danger for him.

He cradles her in his arms and her limp, lifeless form, lays dormant. Her hand, the one that always grabbed his collar, lay idle and pale. As he was warming her hands it just slipped to the ground..."NO..." he wouldn't accept the obvious. As he remembered all the times she held on to him in her unconscious state, her limp, pale, lifeless hand lay on the ground. "NO" he wouldn't accept it.

"Khushi, Khushi...everything is fine!" He shouted at her. He rustled her body, shaking it as if to wake her from the deep sleep she had fallen into.

"We are safe now," he reminds her. She has saved him using all her might and sacrificed herself for him.

"KHUSHI, SAY SOMETHING!!!"

His frustration and increasing panic plainly seen and he shouts her name again.

"KHUSHI, TALK TO ME DAMMIT... SAY SOMETHING, DAMMIT! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!"

He sees the blood from her head on his hand, finds she is not breathing,

"KHUSHI, I AM TELLING YOU TO BREATHE, DAMMIT!!!"

The despair and franticness is heard in his voice; he knows the worst has happened.

But there is no Arnav without Khushi and he will not accept this.

He starts CPR.

He remembers her saying, while he was playing Ranja, that her worst day and his happiest will be when she dies.

"KHUSHI, WAKE UP, DAMMIT!"

Will she become that brightest star? Not if he can help it. His love is deep and he will be damned if he doesn't bring her back. He is nothing without her. Their hearts are united.

With a tearful voice he reaches out to her,

"NO, KHUSHI YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"

He breathes for her, giving her his own breath. Gathering her in his arms, he caresses her face and desperately whispers to her pleadingly, "Khushi, please say something...please."

Kissing her on her forehead, tears in his eyes, he hugs her and begs her to open her eyes one more time pleading to say something for she can't do this to him.

He recalls the momentous occasion on Holi when they revealed their true feelings. Khushi innocently asking him,

Why when you come close my heart beats faster?'

He begs her don't, she can't...

Leave him.

Our heartbeats are untied,' he said to her in their inebriated state on Holi.

But it was true.

He takes her lifeless hand and places it on his heart...

The heart that beats for her.

He closes his eyes holding his lifeless love in his arms.

And the miracle of great love is seen before us on the screen.

The magic of a love so profound it still affects all of us. We haven't forgotten it and never will.

The great Arnav Singh Raizada has fallen for Khushi Kumari Gupta,

And he wills her to live.

Her hand placed on his heart, her ear on his chest,

Dhak dhak, dhak dhak,

It calls to her.

Unite with me again?

Fingers twitch...

One last tearful, "Khushi..."

"Hmmm?"

She answers.

His eyes pop wide-open...Rabba Vey playing softly in the background and our magnificent love story answers the question right then and there,

"Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon?"

Arnav and Khushi

With a smile and a hug he greets her as she coughs ever so slightly, since she has just returned to him from the stars.

He cries, "Khushi?"

She tries to answer, "Arnav..ji?"

And he shushes her, telling her not to shed tears as they both reach out to caress each others cheek. He kisses her palm and her forehead and the two loves, united by their heartbeats hold each other on the cliff top.

A few moments later he gently places her dupatta over her shoulders and picks her up.

She gently grabs his tee shirt and he smiles...his Khushi is back from the stars.

*What an episode and now the drama begins and the downfall of our marvelous show. But I must say the actors were brilliant and love shone through on this one! I was so elated when Barun finally came back and thought now we will have what we wanted...some romance!!! Boy was I mistaken but I don't care about that anymore for everytime I rewatch any episode I get happy again. They will never die for me.

Great job as always ladies!!!