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hey guys!
I loved yesterday's episode...but I wanted to write today because the realization for real struck today, and boy did it strike! It was surprisingly poignant, both the days, and SC just blew me away!
Shivika ki ' vidambana' toh dekho: on the one hand is the obviously worrying and caring Shivaay who becomes the perfectly doting husband in the face of disasters and perfectly made-up vamps. On the other hand is Anika with her ringing bells and emotionally confusing experience of love alongside the knowledge that it can never be; her love cannot be requited.
If only these two can see what the world so easily can.
Anyway, here goes đł
I think I will disintegrate into infinite wishes if he dared to touch me again; his resolute and matter-of-fact kindness towards me and my various trivial injuries bombards me with ringing emotions that (unfortunately for me) have a name. As much as I try to explain to Sahil, and to myself, I need to believe in my reasoning as well. So what that the sky always cries and yearns to meet the ground? I was merely stating a metaphor. For the first time, he is making me focus on my emotions; it is my love for him (no, not love, it cannot be love) that is making me focus on my feelings, feelings I will have to hide from him because he can never be mine. There is no match,and there will never be a story.
So what my heart hitches every time I stare into his unicorn eyes? So what the look in those eyes as they go delirious with worry every time I so much as think 'ouch' makes me want to weep?
We are no match; and this will not be a love story
And yet he calls to me, asks me to look at him as he speaks, as if, as if I justify his life as much as he justifies mine.
He comes closer every time I try to push him away, and stays with me, until I'm the one who walks away. He can't love me, no one can, no one has, except my Sahil. So why would he, the great Shivaay Singh Oberoi, who barely forms business relations without a pedigree check, fall for me?
I cannot believe that those destined to be together raze all boundaries of class, of this world, and beyond it. All this is a myth, isn't it?
That madness, and someone who does all those mad things for me.
How naive was I? And yet, what could be crazier than braving a duststorm and a rising chance of dying any moment to fetch medicines for the man I love?
What could be crazier than his first thought of concern, at my scratches and wounds, and not relief at being alive?
If by some miracle he did love me, it would destroy me, because all that I love rarely stays with me. I cannot be weak, not after I have made it so far, alone in this world. I cannot lower my defences if I have to survive , I cannot love him if I have to stay alive, for his sake, for Sahil's, for mine.
Love
Geet
Mr And Mrs Parshuram
