Episodes 301-303
The love of his life is at cross roads... an unforeseen demanding task at hand .. to win his Khushi back.
Winning deals is something ASR emphatically mastered while establishing a business empire and regaining control over his life in the last few years. The pragmatic business man wakes up.. .to design ways he deems germane ... to seal the deal even in intimate matters!
At a conundrum of life, anjali's dire plight lead both him and khushi into a very realistic spousal fight, he did vent his dependence to her very openly.. .mei tumhare bina ... aur mei... "me.. with you".. "what about me"..
His core always remained cryptic, not letting anyone an inkling of his vulnerabilities. But today he laid his soul bare... for her to hear.. for her to see.. for her to accept.. for her to reciprocate...for her to not leave ..for her to feel the need in her for him ... just like he does for her...an inexorable one!
They awakened senses in each other that were otherwise muffled..
His utter abjection unveiled ... that she is at the epicenter of his whole existence..
But, she is hurt.. too deeply hurt by his spontaneous scathing remarks... that made her immune to his evident distress. His touching admissions couldn't stop the otherwise very kind Khushi. She made decisions not too palatable for him...those he couldn't condone... could n't live with..
He has to act upon them instantly.. efficaciously. Win his khushi ...bring her back into his life. He commenced with gentler means, emulating tricks best employed by khushi, her very own ingenuous ways bordering on peculiar to bizarre at times, albeit very exciting and impromptu, remind her of the invigorating ride they have been through... that paved their remarkable journey together...
But khushi truly seem to have acquired an impassibility.. she has decided to be unresponsive today..
He wouldn't accept defeat that easily. The uncanny ability of a young business man coming to fore...the ways he knew that would work. "Apne style me kaam karo.. apne sharthon par"... "work in your own style, on your own principles"...he counseled his brother akash some months ago while he was pursuing Payal's love.
Now, he would seal this deal in his own style and accord. He is a man on a mission. Time to pull out an peerless strategy from his armor.. an infallible one.. ..a devilish one...
He is
always absolutely enamored by the palpable hypnotic effect of his proximity and
touch upon her. He would claim his right on her today...make her realize how
absolutely disarmed she becomes in his tantalizing confines.
He would absolutely enjoy the fact that she is his wife.. his legally wedded wife. Wife... he told Lavanya once she could never be his wife... he surely cared for her friendship, respected her quite a lot.. but wife? Not... a relationship that is too precious and pure to belong to this faux world...in his drawings..
But, Khushi is everything he cynisized to be wiped off from this world... a selfless love, an unbelievable simplicity and a guile less infectious childlike energy.. he would have no qualms, rather proud to call her to be his wife...
Stage is all set to win her back... to drive her into his arms.. ...the means didn't matter...
During the epic war of Kurukshetra, to defeat the great warrior Drona, his son's name was used by the otherwise unfalteringly truth adhering Yudhishtira as he announced "Ashwatthama hathaha...kunjara" (Ashwatthama died...an elephant) but making only the first part audible to Drona which is not exactly true, the news of his son's death ultimately leading to Drona's downfall. After all, all is fair in love and war...
Here in this war of love, the outcome is of mutual interest. Khushi reciprocated to his designs like an instrument attuned to its adept player. She promptly ran into her arnavji's safe arms, her savior, in an hour of dire need..
"Right at that moment when I pulled you closer...
A heat emanated.. ..a stir rife
a pique on your lips... an intent for a strife...
but why do your eyes say otherwise
an instant melt in your frame
at my gaze
an incite to claim rights ..
on my legally wedded wife...
Push me afar
as if you don't care...
deny me along
but I see an invite in that glare
a wild urge to seal you as mine
it's a challenge.. i may say
but
the bliss of being your consort
an infinite joy..in that epithet
Come..
Fill my arms... fill my life..
Fill all the spaces in between
cos we belong right here..
and this is an endless affair.."
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