Blast from the Past Thread #28 ~*~Purane moments@300~*~ P 140 Epi 330 - Page 63

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 303

[YOUTUBE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-xPkKv-ZMYE&feature=youtu.be[/YOUTUBE]
have posted the vm with translation here: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/117397001

"meri zindagi ka sabse important hissa hamesha aap thi aur rahogi!"
you were the most important part of my life and will remain so.

story is clearly not on track... and hasn't been for a while. in the middle of that, episode opens with asr saying he married khushi only for his sister's sake. okay, to some extent this is true... but then he underscores, he didn't love khushi at that time... really? well maybe he hadn't found a name for that faraq feeling of his yet, his heartbeat going haywire, his need to run to her wherever she is, even if it means he'd have to beat nk to carry, of all things, a shadi ka joda. a tycoon who runs his own empire suddenly ready to be courier, waiter, handkerchief giver, anything. but okay this was not love, or he had not figured out yet it was that...

"yeh toh shadi ke baad jo usse pyaar honey laga.."
it was only after marriage that i began to fall in love with her...

but then he reassures his sister it's only after he got married that he fell in love with khushi... she became that saansey ruk jaaygi girl di spoke of.

this is when i am bursting blood vessels. so what was that "khushi" moment way back, when his dhadkane raced and he looked at his own reflection and connected why his heart beat so... and for whom.

beautiful acting by barun sobti and flaky childish, reassure me i am at the centre of your world expressions from daljeet. yeah, maybe it was the need of the moment to say something to make di feel better, stronger... she is his world as he says... and she is. but why this weird bare faced lying by a man who doesn't lie.

if there's one person willing to look at the truth for what it is, it is this man... so why this ridiculous writing.

there was a troubled look on asr's face when his now happy and mollified sister hugged him. i wondered why, is it because he knows he didn't exactly speak the truth... but no, lying is so not asr. it was perhaps asr wondering why the writer was doing this to him.

"jo bhi hua usski jp bhi wajah ho, aap naahin hain khushi bitiya..."
whatever happened and whatever be the reason for that, it wasn't you, khushi...

in the meantime khushi sits under a fairly self created burden of guilt and talks to possibly the only character who stayed intact... nani ji. i enjoyed nani's simple statement about it being absolutely natural for a husband and wife to spend time together, nothing wrong in it. so the only person, other than asr, who is not raising eyebrows at the romantic tryst planned by a besotted husband, is his smart sharp grandmother.

bravo.

our television could do with a few more normal, cool headed, wise grandma's and ma in law's like this. can't ever say enough about how much i enjoyed jayshree t's portrayal of devyani raizada. especially since i always knew her to be the not quite helen cabaret dancer. even with wig, make up and serial wardrobe sarees, she was outstanding... beautiful play of emotions on her face, her body language.

a pickle jar is in frame, hinting at something no doubt, but even without it, one gets the sense of something getting salted and sunned... getting ready to be spiced and left to come to a delicious delicate flavour. yes, despite all the perplexing writing, these are the episodes of the pati... who wants to be just that. these are about that besotted lover who once ripped a dori then forced her to tie it in the way he wanted and is now unable to live without that tie... all he wants is for her to accept him, make him hers.

he may say to his sister many things, but the truth is in his heart, his eyes, his tone of voice, his channe buying while jogging, his gentle hand sliding over hers, his "main bhi tumhare saath chal raha hoon..." i am also coming with you on hearing she is going to her aunt's, his following her around with his eyes, his trying to desperately understand her silence and her melancholy air.

she'd been fighting with him earlier... and he had done all he could to get her to relent. he'd even played asr like tricks and games and roared in anger.

but this sad khushi, worries him, he has to get to the bottom of it... he teases, he plays, he asks, he is heck so gentle you want to melt and stay that way... and yet no gooeyness, all asr is he still. tender yet tycoonish. he must get his wife to be in his life, be part of him, the part without which he can't live...

and she is so confused, in such a mess... all her decisions are a bit unsound... i guess when you love so much and are torn about things, it is hard to take decisions that make sense... she is all lover, all wife... she wants him so, yet in her own specifically khushi way she has come to the conclusion that she must leave him, because even though nani ji said di always wanted her to be in chhotey's life... "sach?" she had asked... is it true? something in her knows this might have been true once but now is perhaps no longer the case.

khushi has seen the way anjali looks at her... she knows her arnav ji can't be happy if di isn't... but she still doesn't really know, nor understand and feel that arnav ji can't live if she is not with him... she knows it, he has told her as much, but she doesn't feel it it yet... not entirely internalised.

i loved the fact that khushi was human. she was not "acchi ladki", she was not miss know all, she was a human being at this moment caught in the crazy topsy turvy of life.

these episodes up to 310 are all about love to me... not in its first raw attraction state, we have seen that... nor in its time of pain and extreme suffering which too we've been through, nor of the glorious larger than life return and claim of love on the human being... this is love where you become a part of me and i a part of you and no one needs to be told who is the most important in whose life.

extraordinarily fine acting i felt i saw during this period from both barun and sanaya. they felt the feelings of a man and a woman, all of them... there was a beautiful yearning, a tension palpable all around. tacky sets, no suv, story now here now there... but direction, acting and catching of emotions by everyone, even writers... wondrous.

this is why, ipk became classic for me despite obvious glitches and mayhem tracks. the understanding of love was flawless, har baar. felt like a real relationship... and there was a contemporary vigour, a will to live aspect to this love. khushi and asr became love somewhere along the way... pagal and laad governor pyaar.

how goofy and lovely was that scene straight after his talk with di. man lies in bed looking at wife. di sab samajhti hai. di understands everything, only men will believe such a thing, especially the straight forward sort, who don't really want to get into the complications of feelings unlike most women. and while he does need both the women he loves to feel happy, but a funny tenderness toward this girl sleeping next to him.

"khushi, ab dheere dheere sab theek ho jaayga..."
khushi, now gradually everything will work out.

"ab tumhe mujhe apna pati manna hi padega..."
now you'll have to accept me as your husband... alas he has no idea she has already decised on acourse of action.

"waise jab tum soti ho, tumse baat karan kitna aasaan hp jaata hai..."
when you sleep, gets real easy to talk to you. i wonder is it only because she doesn't answer back or because he can show all his heart and exactly how terribly totally smitten he is. putty in her hands the stubborn raizada.

he watches wife, pushes back her hair... a thing between them that says hamesha... he slips his hand over hers, that too is becoming a forever thing between them.

later, after her puzzling behaviour with the channa, post her initial delight, he goes to leave her at buaji's. how concerned a man, why is his woman behaving so mysteriously? and his woman, tearful and sad and yet determined to leave the man who is part of her, without whom she can't live too.

"khushi, tum theek toh ho?"
khushi, you're okay aren't you?

"kuchh aur baat hai kya?"
is something else the matter?

tum raaste mein bhi chup chap baithi thi.. what's the matter with you?
you were sitting quiet on teh way here...

she didn't even sing her fiendish song... he wonders, he wants to know. she is inconsolable, he can't let her be, "khushi, kya hua tumhe..." what's happened to you?

the sweetest inquisition on earth.

"khushi, tum..." he calls out... but she just says,

"chalte hain", i'm off then, in a hollow voice... she is leaving him...

yet when she reaches the top of the verandah steps, where once he had told her she means nothing to him, a rich guy wasn't clutching a payal and collapsing for her, where she had sat broken and wept... she halts there. tense. still.

as she hears him drive away, she can't stay as resolved as she wants to be, she turns... her broken heart welling over.

beauty.

even amid a collapsing story line, the story of love remained true and tight and full of light and insight. the very nature of this feeling was felt and explored with a deft, intelligent touch... the spices were fresh, the aromas heady, the sunning at the right temperature...

i happened to watch 303 and 304 together last night. i found myself not wasting too much time on the silliness of the story and my eyes ears heart seeking out the lovers and watching minutely, not being able to stop at 303, needing to see the next... and the moment he said "haq hai tumhara... mujh pe," i knew i had to express this somehow.

the vm was done in that one sentence i think.

oh the yearning of arnav singh raizada. it comes with heavy doses of his intelligence, humour, hotness, always tycoonness... has any man looked better distracted and bothered...

and has any girl looked nuttier prettier more irresistible in a chutney pink tent with gota and pompom.

be my biwi, said he. never, sighed she.

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 302

won't mind, tum mujhe agar apna pati maan loh toh...

won't mind, if you accept me as your husband.

hope i got the words right. something terribly exciting and physical yet deep and tender here. and i did think of the count as a silhouette stood still in the dark... a vampire moment... and things of the night, of hidden secret desires, of the after hours, of what lies within. the indian penal code section 302 or dafa 302 is to do with the death sentence... there is no doubt some ceasing of breath and killing were consciously considered and a lethal attack unleashed. khushi was not its only victim, thankfully.

he was a strong man, perhaps that's why he could love this completely, this boldly and without holding a thing back, completely vulnerable before this love.

whether it was for a girl who made his heart spin like a top or for his sister who was indeed his world.

the story of arnav singh raizada got told to me through both these relationships of his... one that was given to him, the other which he chose to make. in both he exercised what always excites me when it comes to human beings... his will. his will not bow to pressures, will stay free will. inspiring thought Indi di. maybe thats why I end up wanting to emulate him at times.

one might say, his will was bound and subjugated to his heart, but then i feel free will is a gift of the heart... a strong, clear, brave heart. it springs from there.

a few episodes back, after a terrible fight where his tongue forgot boundaries, he had kept her back with threat and blackmail, then promised himself looking at her that he would bring her back to him and make her part of his life.

ever since then that is what he has been trying to do... all his focus on it. even subjecting himself to ridiculous advice from someone like nk.

the other woman he loves with all of himself is his sister .ever since he has thrown her husband out of the house, everything in that relationship is shaken, very stirred. in this episode things come to a head... she accuses him of lying to her because he wants to be with his wife, she banishes him in her customary way.

but he will not just meekly walk away. he never can. that is not him.

and so comes the other scene apart from the indescribably beautiful scene the episode opened on...

this one, the scene the episode ended on.

look at the way he burst into the room, not willing to take no for an answer from his sister. she turned, her face wan, she is in some hell of her own... he looked at her utterly troubled at her state, she turned away, but he would not walk away... he strode in of course in that devastating way of his which might cause hyperventilation and make my thought veer to some other planet, but i hold on... because he shows me again such a compelling face of love.

he will make her feel better, he will make her realise she was everything to him. he said take your pills (these mythical pills of pregnancy that only hindi serials or, maybe specifically ipk, are prescribed), she refused, and he showed his vulnerability... because he could, he loved that wholly... he said for his sake, she didn't relent, should he then assume whether he lived or di-

his voice shook, his eyes showed his hurt... di didn't care... but she did. the elder sister came rushing in, admonished him, took her pills.

had he just played a game with her? to win? knowing she'd relent? i don't think so. he meant to succeed, but only because he loved... no matter what.

not many people are capable of that.

if i go back to the beginning and the dark silhouette that took my breath away. that scared khushi so much... if i hear that whispered almost "khushi!" in a flat voice, if i see the face that the streak of lightning illuminated for a moment, eyes glittering, a haunting yearning on every plane of the face, and the next lightning caught a glimmer of a smile...

if i see her drop her plastic pot with a plant which she had grabbed for protection maybe and run down the steps straight into his arms... daudti hui, the only place where she feels safe i think... if i think of his arms swiftly reaching up to hold her and then his face burying in her hair, her shoulder, his hand roaming over her hair cradling, her arms grasping him tight trusting, her face moving with a million feelings, perhaps relief right on top of it...

if i look at her realisation that this is a set up. her anger, her pushing him violently almost like she had one a night in a falling building where he hadn't set it up and she really was in peril. onto him catching hold of her arms as he had done then, but this time only to pull her right into them. and she after a struggle giving up... pulling him close into her arms and giving in... in at last to the most important of all those million feelings...

if i stay almost breathless through the long silence and need of an embrace. his face as loving and tender as it had been all along. her face now suffused with her desperate need and love for him.

and finally his whispered, "kya kaha tha tumne? jis din meri baahon mein daudti hui chali aaogi... mujhe apna pati maan logi... abhi tumne bilkul wahi kiya hai khushi kumari gupta singh raizada... won't mind agar tum mujhe apna pati maan loh toh..."

what had you said? the day you come running into my arms, you'll accept me as your husband... well you've done exactly that just now, khushi kumari gupta singh raizada.. won't mind, if you accept me as your husband...

and if i somehow stay alive while she looks at her vampire, her shaitan, her lover, her man and tremors of excitement and fear and longing take her, while his hands come up slowly... diwali poolside two faces mesmerised and hands coming up slowly... and he draws her ever closer to a kiss... not almost... a complete one that would seal the deal...

if i look at all of that, i see yes, a deal maker, a man who is into lagi shart, a man out to win, a hint of dangerousness in him, that clings to him whether lights are on or off, he will scare you to get an advantage... unfair? but it is love and perhaps all is indeed fair there.

yet, when i watch all of this and feel it, i see only a man who loves... and who wants to lose himself in that love... not take... but be taken. it takes a very strong confident man ready to relinquish himself so completely in love, isn't it? be taken.. exactly.. only Arnav Singh Raizada can be such a man who wants to be jataoed haq over.

won't mind, agar tum mujhe apna pati man loh toh.

how terribly moving is this. a man who can have what he wants, who raves and rants and talks of taking what he pleases... the deal man... all he wants is that she should accept him, make him hers, own him...

let him be her husband.

and in the tenderness in his face, in that little smile that breaks out when she relents and pulls him close, there's his triumph, his giving of himself.

aww what a moment you captured in this shot

and she can feel that, for she needs him no less, yet there are her worries, her barriers to giving in, to taking. no one in her entire life has perhaps belonged to her the way this man has and wants to belong. who has ever told her this is her right and she should take it?

khushi released something held barricaded locked half forgotten and damned within this man who so needed her.

and he with his demand his plea that she show her huq on him touched a place in her no one had... an orphan came home... to a parent a lover and man who would be hers no matter what.

this was a love story that lived in its layers. there was a mannat ka chabi in it, scattering pearls, and now there was that red rose path... red roses... what were they? right from the first episode, they were there... did they speak of love or thorns of love or beauty or mother...

roses thorns dilemmas some obvious symbolism and some things so subtle, so felt, so below the surface, or almost above or so deep underneath yet you feel they are there you can hear their tremor their pulse...

it so happened that i was listening to some western classical music as i edited and looked at the episode once in a way... i felt a similarity in the two things... scale, imagination, a coming together of many sounds many feelings and dominant notes along with the less so that create the climate... you have to listen carefully, and if you keep listening you'll hear the keenest notes that are way underneath. sometimes the sound drops and you think there's nothing there... and yet there is. there always is. beautiful paragraph and so true.

about that count drax, vampire murmurrings in my mind... i think back then also our hidden desires were explored in these stories... especially women's, for it was certainly not done to show that side of women then. now too actually... in our world and certainly sp's. yet isn't khushi's helpless attraction to a man who was far from "fair" or so it seemed, a hint of things we may never speak of but they exist and matter and make the world go round. he was her shaitan and she loved him as he was and only with him she could show the side of hers that had to stay hidden from all else... if that is what they wanted to show di it makes me happy.

look at her stepping all over the roses, trying to pretend they are not there the moment the world intrudes. that is what we do all the time... pretend the roses aren't there. I just hated this action.. mainly because it felt silly.. but this explanation that you give makes me want to retract my opinion.. thanks for this..

only some of us have the character and strength to look at the situation coolly, even if a little taken aback, and say, "relax". we talked about this in my take too I think.. these little things.. how well the character took form.

only some can really commit to love. and then try and keep it together, by hook or by crook... even if they are to be called bad... liar... rakshas... anything.

Originally posted by: indi52

awww,

you know those wonderful songs we grew up hearing?... that created another space, a filmi not too well understood but essential and very felt duniya... thousands of words there that i don't understand, never tried to but they always felt right... maujon has such a beautiful sound to it... mauj... wave... urdu is some language really. everything sounds a bit more beautiful, hyper real.

i am glad you came back to your poem and did a spot of ramanchi too. zindagi aur kuchh bhi nahin teri meri ramanchi hai... 😆.

write more soon. and about that checking to find scenes and getting lost in episodes, ha, i was up till 3.30 am last night, doing just that. and i don't even know what i need those scenes for...

Originally posted by: indi52

and why will you not make that vm? 😳

aah so wish also...

mauj masti... i wonder which meaning applies there. or is it mauz there?

instant gooeyfication... issk needs an award for that.

yeah i can feel me melt and also sort of get lost to all that is around and hit some other universe. at times i fear/wonder... if i just let myself go, what will happen.

steve jobs took psych drugs, i take ipk.

those shots of him just walking around by the poolside looking up at the sky... yearning, thirst, such a longing for something afar... a romantic who looks for something beyond the here and now... and much later we know that indeed he does, only he doesn't know how to give syllable to this sound in his being, having shut himself up consciously, locked himself out almost.

i think in 18 he looks up the first time at the sky though we don't see the stars. uff the thing in his eyes. a 27 year old boy with no formal acting in training who grew up not in the poshest part of delhi...

Originally posted by: Horizon

Beautiful poem with all the coming home feel durga... had some words I didn't know the meanings, in green. specially loved the mazil, saahil bismil wali first poem..interesting art edit the first one..

glad you liked my write up and poem...that talking to akash was all about a deal.. and here too.. wasn't it.. when it comes to winning at any cost it has to be his style strategy not Khushi's..😊
thank you for all that you do to maintain out threads durga.. will pm you if i see anything missing...

When Arnav was carrying Khushi across the living room he slips on the floor taking Khushi along with him. She lies on top of him and both stays there interlaced for some moments. Rabba ve enters makes the moment fervent with romance. Feeling a waft of his musky smell and the warmth of his body and the fear in her heart make her heart rate goes haywire. They look at each other with smoldering passion in their eyes forgetting about all the differences. Forgetting the truce and animosity, Khushi just enraptures to the surreal world of love.

"if you are insisting so much." His eyes are dancing with naughty humor.

Bua tells Khushi to massage him well. Arnav's mischievous smile embitters Khushi she glares at him angrily. He happily walks towards Khushi's room by keeping his hand on her shoulder for support.

How sweet are they! Always make space for them to romance. Arnav actually should shift to GH away from his intruder family who always pries their privacy, especially anjali di.

What the!" mustard oil strong smell disgusted Arnav..

"What the nahi, sarso ka tel" She says it's good for back ache. When She turns around to him, she gets stupefied to see him taking off his shirt. He says innocently that the problem is in his back not in his shirt.

"Come on help me." he asks Khushi's help to take off his shirt. But Khushi is still mad at him. to see her angry face he asks her, "where is your smile?'

"rasi jal gayi, lekin baal nahi gayi.you still remember the 24 hours deal?"

Khushi gives him a fake smile.

"I will decide what I have to do with these 24 hours, you just smile."

laad governor loves his wife's smile, we all know how beautiful is her smile. Or moreover he doesn't want her to stay gloomy always wants her to be happy to justify her name.

Arnav asks her should I!

"Your 24 yours, do whatever you like." khushi replies with annoyance.

Arnav pulls her close and makes her sit in front of him. He leans close to her and their forehead touch. Her breath is frayed at his smoldering gaze. Arnav drawls with his eyes dancing with naughty smile. He flickers her nose a bit. She shudders at his touch. to anticipate her weakness, he relents and let her go.

on the bed Arnav lies down on his stomach. Khushi sits up on the bed and start to apply oil on his lower back. her hands are shivering to touch his hot back. Arnav can sense her trepidation.

" buaji was right,"

Khushi looks at him with a question.

"your hands are trembling." he jeers her. Khushi dithers.

"you must be feeling good that you must've said it's good DM that Arnavji got his deserving punishment. Or di says we fell down when somebody talks bad about us. Did you say anything bad about me?"

Khushi perturbs more, how can she say bad about him, she always can wish good for him. she asks "what do you think?"

Arnav suddenly gets up and holds her and with a smooth seamless movement he flips her on the bed. He makes her lie down and hovers over her.

"jaab tum chup hote ho, tab tumhare akhe sab kuch sach bol dete hai, KKGSR. Tumhe shayad ye pata nahi hota. dekhte hai kya kehete hai...when you are quite your eyes speaks everything. You perhaps don't know. Let's see what your eyes are saying" he says sexily with velvety voice. A cold shiver ripples down her body. Her eyes actually are so expressive that mastered the very fine skill of giving all her emotions with a single glance and all her emotions clambering out from her mind's hidden place. Arnav can read those unspoken words and unexpressed emotions so well. Their eyes meet and eventually delve into it in a vague surrender. rabba ve ascends. Her anger melts away in a jiffy and she feels the warmth travels up her body, leaving trails of fire in her wake. Her bosom keeps heaving at his fervent gaze and his eyes lit with a glimmer of smile. The air of intimacy grows more inside the pink room. Khushi asks him with suppressed emotions in her voice, "so what answer you got?"

"achcha huye hum gire." The look in his eyes and the naughty smile in his asymmetrical lips are creating havoc in my heart too.

He nods his head slightly and flickers her nose again, "phirse laal ho gayi." again his warm gaze lancing through her aura and bringing forth a deluge of warm color to her cheeks.

The romantic moment gets marred by bua. She screams from outside "arnav bahua, how is your back pain?"

So unwillingly he has to leave Khushi. Khushi is still fidgeting; Arnav's affect on her is immense. She came to know by now that her dhakdahk was not her acidity but her feelings of love for him.

Arnav while wearing his shirt says bua by looking at Khushi that she is right Khushi has magic in her hand. Khushi looks at him with a jolt And he smiles at her sweetly.

The flip, Arnav's romantic words in his sexy voice, his bare torso and the close shot of two gorgeous people, all were enthralling to watch. But I expected a little more romance after seeing that precap. The episode originally aired on Friday. And that weekend seemed never ending. We literally damaged the replay button of our computers. But after so much expectation we certainly got disappointed. we expected at least a kiss The Arnav who couldn't bridle his desire to kiss Khushi when he was in a relationship with another woman, now when she became his wife he is not even feeling to kiss her! By the way her luscious lips are very kissable. it's impossible for a man to control the temptation. our hindi soap's hero, heroine's control power befuddles me.

Amma and bua before leaving for mandir tell khushi to take care of their damadji. As soon as they left a big box is delivered to the house. Arnav ordered this box for Khushi as she wanted to earn money. He says there are gifts for his employees and her work will be to wrap all, she only have 40 minutes in her hand. Khushi's mouth becomes o to hear about her job. he jests her again,

where is her smile.

khushi rushes to pack all the stuff. To trouble her, Arrnav intentionally turns on the fan and wrapping papers fly away. Khushi gets mad but without wasting time she starts to pack all the gift as quick as possible.

When she was cutting the tape with her teeth, a piece of tape gets stuck with her face. Arnav comes and takes it off and puts it on her lips and says, " this tape is needed to be here". he shows her the clock to remind her the time. It pains her while taking off the tape from her lips. Arnav touches her lips with his callous thumb asks her softly what happened. Khushi shudders at his touch on the sensitive parts of her body. Arnav actually came to take away a cup from the box.

Khushi finished packing before time and declares with glee that it's done sir."

"Very nice. Now wrap everything again."

khushi is now exasperating..

"Or moreover you have 9 more hours left, so hurry up." when he was leaving khushi picks the cup to throw at him in anger.

It's unfathomable to me, why Arnav made her wrap the gift boxes and why did he took out the cup! Did he want to relive his adolescence by doing Khushi type shararat with her! I know he missed that and maybe this is another reason he fell in love with childlike Khushi. but one thing is for sure that he is slipping from his goal.

Arnav comes back home for his sister. Anjali is surprised to see him, cause he is supposed to stay in GH! He says sarcastically how he can miss her kheer. He knows if he doesn't eat she will not also eat. Anjali gets happy to hear that. Arnav feeds her kheer. She shows him the ultra sound cd. she is so happy to see her own baby and she couldn't believe it's her child. Arnav touches her cheek and asks her if she is fine. Anjali says as long as he is with her she will be fine.

"I'll be always with you, hamesha.' He looks at her lovingly and Anjali gestures his love by feeding him.

Khushi is delectable as arnav didn't say anything more about the deal. She is smiling with exuberance and to celebrate her happiness she lifts a jalebi to eat. But she just can't put it in her mouth as the phone rings. Khushi is afraid in anticipation whether it's not the warning bell from the laad governor! Her fear is absolutely right, it's Arnav who called her to tell her not to eat sweets at her victory.

hmm he knows her so well.

"I just came home, didn't forget about the deal."

"I know how the shaitan can forget about the deal." she mutters by keeping the phone aside. He tells her to stay awake whole night, because he can need her any time. She disgruntles, how she can do anything on phone!

'You can be my radio. if any time I need to listen to radio, you have to be stand by. it's a part of your job. Did you hear?"

"suna, ek ek shabd. woh bhi saf saf." she roils and cut the call. Arnav is smiling derisively.

In her room Khushi is pacing back and forth and checking the time every now and then. She is cursing Arnav, what does he think of himself;

"By taking the advantage of my weak point, he wants me to stay awake whole night! I also know how to answer him. I needed money that's why he took advantage of me. Whole day made me work like a servant, but now it's my turn." she sits down and says with determination,

"Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada, you could have money, you must have wealth and power, but Khushi Kumari Gupta has brain. If you keep me stay awake whole night, I will not also let you sleep. Now the table will turn. maza hum lenge aur saza apko milenge." she smiles with triumph cause she contrived a superb plan to abrade him.

I didn't get it why Khushi was not sleeping. Arnav was not there to supervise her. if he would call she would answer him! Khushi is too obedient or she is too dumb!

Arnav is ready in his bed to sleep when Khushi calls him. He jests her, 'are you missing me?"

"nahi to." his flirtatious tone affects Khushi so much that she stammers. she says "I just called to check humari aka theek hai ki nahi?"

"Not now, but I can need you any time. So stay awake.

"No, no how can I sleep, when you ordered me to stay up. Ok I am hanging up."

Arnav smiles and Khushi glares angrily. She looks at the clock what strikes 11:30 now.

Arnav is in deep slumber when Khushi calls him at again 12. She asks him with gaiety, does he need anything? Because she is at his service.

"No Khushi" he says in sleepy voice. Khushi looks like a bundle of excitement as she smiles after hanging up.

At 3 in the morning she calls him again and with a salute she aks him, "sarkar do you need any thing?"

"khushi what's your problem, please let me sleep." he can't even speak.

"Duty sir duty. I am just compelled by duty. I just wanted to ask you do you need any thing or moreover my happiness lies in your service." there is extra cheerfulness in her voice.

"I don't need any thing and stop calling me. Let me sleep.' he is irascible.

"Don't be worry for me. I am your servant for next 24 hours. That's why it's my duty to ask about your need. and I'll fulfill my duty for the whole night.' her delirium disgruntles Arnav.
'bina kisi rukhawat ke." she grits her teeth with anger.

Arnav is so sleepy that can't keep his eyes open. He switches off his phone, so that Khushi can't disturb him. Khushi is no less smart. She knew he would do it so she calls at his home phone. "Pardon me I had to call at your house phone as your phone was switched off. Am I late? Do you need anything." she asks him quizzically.

"I don't need any thing. I just want to sleep" he hangs up the phone with annoyance and puts the receiver down on the night stand. He mutters with a smile, "What will you do now Khsuhi."

After some time not the phone but the door bell rings. Arnav wakes up in a jolt. "It must not be Khushi, after all it's so late at night."

He is puzzled to see his employee there. He came because his wife called him as his phone is unreachable and send him so that she can talk with him. Arnav is berserk in anger. He takes the phone from his hand and tells Khushi with gritted teeth to stop irritate him. "You go to sleep and let me sleep also.'"

"No, no how can I sleep? hum to apki kaneez hai, your slave. Now I am feeling so good to be your slave." her long hand flails in exultance.

"aab kannez jagegi aur jahapana ko bhi jagay rakhegi...now as the servant is awake, now she will keep her master also awake...usko saltanat ko takleef na ho. go and turn on your mobile. Otherwise after the manager nahi to apko rajya ki ek ek senapati ko apki mehel bhej denge. now after the manager I will send all of your staff one after another." she orders him like a boss. Arnav hangs up with anger and khsuhi's face glints with a vibrant smile.

OMG, is this not so good looking old man is Aman! I though Aman would be some good looking young guy!

Khsuhi perhaps was watching tom and jerry in the TV and sitting with tea, jalebi and samosa. she is yawning and having difficulty to keep her eyes open. Her head almost lolls back in sleep, but she wakes up in a jolt and seeps her tea..

"aab to koi bach bhi nahi hai. whom do I call now?'

but she gets aghast to see Arnav there. arnav tells her to keep her mouth shut.

Originally posted by: Horizon

Indi, heart felt writing...feeling their love and need...some of my favs in red.."internalized" great word choice...everything with him comes in king size ...anger or love.. takes a while to internalize.. great observation, he is just larger in scale, not ordinbary in any sense... making internalizing even more of a challenge. such a big feeling his love and oh it has such magnificent hate in it... the cleanest of feelings, pure, touched by fire.

watched the vm again.. you caught his guileless love..(never thought i would use this adjective for him. but during this stage his love came across most guileless) he was and he became even more potent because of that trait expressed. ...very accurately..his need to be called her pati...loved that whistle as he looked across RM living area..shots B & W of teri meri with hint of green..(btw, you should make that green vm you were talking about).. his full of youth sprints.. loved it again indi.. thanks so much, indu... and ohh the fgreen vm, me dreaming already 😆

one can never really understand why asr said that line, can only find peace in interpreting him as saying the marriage didn't happen becos of love.. even if he couldn't name what it is, he realized this girl did make a farq..i dont think he lied deliberately.. but in an urge and urgency to make di feel better perhaps he didn't even realize what he was saying.. like always .. he says bitter words to Khushi then regrets, perhaps its opposite to Di,, says too sweet to palatable or unrealistic things to di... nice thought, yeah, it was a mystery and had they found away to make him ponder it, talk to himself maybe as he used to or something so that it did not come off so bald and what the.

but anjali's gratification on hearing that is even more disturbing as you rightly pointed..isn't she the one to understand/ preach love.. didn't she realize they have some thing between them during that churiyaan, haldi and all.. how did she let her chote say that?

anyway, by that time we got used to not so perfect things in the story.. as you rightly said the love and yearning between them remained intact...

barun, sanaya understood and enacted things that felt realistically tangible and palpable.. his relentless love or her broken inside yet trying to get away from him.. beauty indeed.. the moment when she turned back at that GH verandah, and his most innocent query not knowing whats in her mind..touching.. heart breaking..it will be a great injustice for the craft of acting and screen of any size if these two do not come back together again...