Yes, I now totally relate to Ram. I have decided to become embittered, date casually, wear inappropriate jewelry, curl my hair, and look like I have no idea how I ended up here when I should be resting.
Think about it. The poor guy. Remember his dialogues: "sab khatam kar diya" "dhoka", "fareb", etc.? I feel egjactly like that. Now I need to go find some stupid chamchas who will castigate the cvs on my behalf, because I'm, like, too broken to do more than give nasty/tragic expressions. (No offence to Nakuul and with full sympathy for him and his de-appendixed state and traumatized body.)
Khaam-o-khaa called the poor thing names. I'm with birds. They were right. Mr. Sunshine, the comfort muffin, "this man!" (reverential tone), all things wonderful, suffered what I and many of you suffered. Biggest con ever. And all because of Priya Sood, who died quietly, long before Shivi did, and left not-Priya taking ridiculous measures to do unnecessary things.
Not a word against Ram ever again. (Disclaimer: until I feel like it.)