The queen rises like smoke from ashes. The cinder withers. The hope crashes. When love burns; a fire enrages. The civilians die. An inferno blazes.
All these casualties that spread and decay like scattered moths.
What is this love that like war just finishes?
Maya's love has begun. The path is set. The traps lay hungry. Fate awaits. Darkness is compelling. The moral compasses shall be shunned. Soon toward victory the strongest will walk.
It is strange to think of all the relationships in Maya's life. But one that stands out the most is the relationship she shares with her mother.
The only person in the world she calls family.
The one person she loves more than most.
The one person she lives for.
The one person who fears her the most.
Jhanvi and Maya's relationship is the definition of a toxic relationship. It is perhaps also the prophecy of every upcoming relationship in Maya's life. Jhanvi's body language in Maya's presence doesn't reflect that of a mother who bears intense love and affection for her daughter. It bears the terror of one who breathes in the noxious fumes of her daughter's struck destruction. The one who fears her daughter's every action. And the one who fears her daughter the most. This relationship exists within Maya's circle of fire.
The most beautiful bond in the world from afar: it is purgatory between the walls it exists in.
Rules must be followed.
Prison must be made home.
Terror must reign.
And Maya's word and beliefs must remain supreme.
Those are the few rules that Maya and Jhanvi's carefully erected world represent. There isn't a wrong or right. Or a rulebook to follow. There isn't thought. Or will. Or opinion. There is only religion. And blind devotion.
And the religion is Maya.
We saw in the very initial episodes that Jhanvi was mostly kept between the walls of her house. Going and coming with Maya's permission. Stifling but terribly cowered.
We see again today the stiff fear that grips Jhanvi again and again and again. She is like a kitten with blistered feet around her daughter treading lightly on a ground embedded with thorns.
She doesn't advice Maya on things that might differ in Maya's opinion.
She keeps no right to tell Maya what she truly feels.
Perhaps she sees in her daughter the very reflection of the stifling tyranny her husband had over them for years. It is shifting from one ruler to another. The roof of one thumb to another.
But maybe more than that it is the burden of her guilt. The animosity she must feel for the weak woman she is.
For the woman who let a man she loved destroy her daughter.
And the woman who must let that destruction continue once again.
Their love is the only love Maya has in her life.
The only way she knows how to love.
The only way she'll love Arjun.
The only capacity that defines her limits.
And it is toxic.
Red. Enraging. Extreme.
Toxic.
But it is love.
As pure as Maya can give.
It is all she knows how to give.
It is all she has to give.
It's her absolution, finally come in the form of Arjun Sharma.
And what does the starved man do when he finds a boon of water?
He kills every opponent on his way to preservation.
And that may be his sin.
But that's also survival.
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GAH. I think there's a lot to say and it'll probably take another 500 words but why let long sentences ruin what words in verses can explain. So, I've tried to do that. Can I say just how absolutely gorgeous Jennifer looks? Like props to her whole team! And god that woman blows you away every single time with her acting. The trap is set. And I cannot wait to see how it proceeds.
Sorry for any mistakes.
Much love,
Rida.
Shiv Shakti
