Ishq par Zor Nahi - EDT#40 Humari Adhuri Kahani - Page 55

Originally posted by: aekiel

Is this the IPZN background music tune playing in KUDCA? 😕

https://twitter.com/_bhatakti_aatma/status/1427313564868431872

Sounds like it 😲

Originally posted by: skysunmoon

https://twitter.com/_im_mannu__/status/1427329067813068810?s=20

At this rate, if I hadn’t seen the bts, I wouldn’t have been surprised if we saw Rhea dancing at the wedding too 😂

Me to Ahaan and writers😆

Originally posted by: kankabhor

Me to Ahaan and writers😆

Originally posted by: Vicks_ki_goli

https://www.instagram.com/p/CSpIcneBz3g/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

I loved this scene.....could have been great for his brain-to-heart transformation.....but naaaa....writers ko to Suraj uncle ka phone bajana tha......

Despite dumb characters the episode could have been a banger if :

----Office Wala scene episode KE start mein aata. Savitri ko Ahaan frustration mein Ishqi KE baare mein Bata deta.....

----Savitri initially shocked hoti and kuch Kar nahi paati....but after sometime Savvy decides to visit Ahaan .....

---Meanwhile Ahaan Karthik Sonu visits Maasi and then Maasi Wala scene chalta.....

----then siblings Wala scene chalta...Sonu and Karthik ki Ishqi KE upar trust waali baatey sun KE Ahaan ka upar Wala scene play karta....Ahaan was going to listen to his heart this time....just this time

----then.....Achanak Savitri Malhotra house aati.....Daadi still not at home....she is in hospital ..... Savvy Ahaan ko daante for not trusting Ishqi.....aur Ahaan KE mooh par red wali file maar ke chali jaati.....* Tum jaana chahtey they na main Kahan thiii.....to ye lo khud dekh lo.....*

*Episode ends*

so much better

salute to the producers for to make this beautiful story a garbage..👎🏼..still they r glorifying mahaan dadi 😡

Originally posted by: kinu17

..thank u for refresh my memory abt this faaaaaaaaaaaaabulous scene..👍🏼

This one never gets old and is perfect for current situation😆

Originally posted by: kankabhor

Me to Ahaan and writers😆

Why so perfect?

Kartik. Kya - kya kar raha hai -

Before his confused self could even complete its question, his brother was already out of his room, slamming the door shut behind him. His eyes traveled beside him on his bed where Kartik had thrown his phone before he rushed out of the room as if his phone was about to get him killed.

Grabbing the phone with his one hand, he pulled it in front of his eyes. His gaze lingered upon the caller ID. Bhai's Sukoon. Kartik had left a call on? Why on the earth did Kartik leave his phone to him?

He slowly got the phone to his ear and all that it took him was barely a moment to know it was indeed his once sukoon on the other end of the call. The once sukoon that had gifted him the most painful suffering of his life.

A mere moment of silence after placing the phone near his ear was enough for his heart to listen to her uneven heartbeats. Until now, only his eyes were equipped with the x-ray that allowed him to see through her but lately, it seemed like his ears were blessed with the microphone to hear her even before her words could find her voice.

Swallowing the lump formed in his throat, he took a while to mask his torment and wear his pretence. Pretence of being unaffected. Pretence of being okay. Pretence of being... whole when he was lost, trying to even spot the shattered pieces of his heart let aside putting them back in their places.

It had been hours since she left. Him. Ever since her presence abandoned him, leaving him to suffocate, he hadn't stepped out of his room. His gaze had been busy staring at the face of the woman in the photo frame resting on his heart.

For the past hours, all that he had done is miss her. Miss them. Miss himself. She hadn't left alone. She had taken several pieces of his heart with herself - restraining his heart from becoming whole again. Even if he would try his hardest - his heart would still stay broken because he no longer had its every piece.

Damn you, bloody traitor heart!

He hadn't thought his heart would be the sickest traitor he would ever know. His heart betrayed him, brutally burying the loyalty in the coffin named Ishqi's love! With the every step that she took away from him, the pieces of his heart followed her route like her disciples.

She hadn't left alone. The pieces of his own heart had left him as well. His heart - chose her - over him. He might never be able to confess it to anyone how ridiculously he envied them. They had the liberty to run after her while he had to hold back his feet.

*

Ahaan the Mahaan ke aaj ke Karnamo ke baad -

Lagta nahi ye Pura ho payega. 😆

PS: This was set a couple of hours later to Ishqi's exit from Malhotra Mansion.

Originally posted by: IAdoreYou

Kartik. Kya - kya kar raha hai -

Before his confused self could even complete its question, his brother was already out of his room, slamming the door shut behind him. His eyes traveled beside him on his bed where Kartik had thrown his phone before he rushed out of the room as if his phone was about to get him killed.

Grabbing the phone with his one hand, he pulled it in front of his eyes. His gaze lingered upon the caller ID. Bhai's Sukoon. Kartik had left a call on? Why on the earth did Kartik leave his phone to him?

He slowly got the phone to his ear and all that it took him was barely a moment to know it was indeed his once sukoon on the other end of the call. The once sukoon that had gifted him the most painful suffering of his life.

A mere moment of silence after placing the phone near his ear was enough for his heart to listen to her uneven heartbeats. Until now, only his eyes were equipped with the x-ray that allowed him to see through her but lately, it seemed like his ears were blessed with the microphone to hear her even before her words could find her voice.

Swallowing the lump formed in his throat, he took a while to mask his torment and wear his pretence. Pretence of being unaffected. Pretence of being okay. Pretence of being... whole when he was lost, trying to even spot the shattered pieces of his heart let aside putting them back in their places.

It had been hours since she left. Him. Ever since her presence abandoned him, leaving him to suffocate, he hadn't stepped out of his room. His gaze had been busy staring at the face of the woman in the photo frame resting on his heart.

For the past hours, all that he had done is miss her. Miss them. Miss himself. She hadn't left alone. She had taken several pieces of his heart with herself - restraining his heart from becoming whole again. Even if he would try his hardest - his heart would still stay broken because he no longer had its every piece.

Damn you, bloody traitor heart!

He hadn't thought his heart would be the sickest traitor he would ever know. His heart betrayed him, brutally burying the loyalty in the coffin named Ishqi's love! With the every step that she took away from him, the pieces of his heart followed her route like her disciples.

She hadn't left alone. The pieces of his own heart had left him as well. His heart - chose her - over him. He might never be able to confess it to anyone how ridiculously he envied them. They had the liberty to run after her while he had to hold back his feet.

*

Ahaan the Mahaan ke aaj ke Karnamo ke baad -

Lagta nahi ye Pura ho payega. 😆

PS: This was set a couple of hours later to Ishqi's exit from Malhotra Mansion.

🥺🥺🥺. Wow.

Kar do na purra .Please.🥺🥺😁😁