Kumkum Bhagya New Season | Episode Discussions Thread 4 - Page 135

Originally posted by: asmitamohanty

"Prarthana...You forgot to call me Shivansh."

She blinked, startled. "I… I don’t remember doing that."

His eyes darkened, jaw tightening with quiet ache.

"You did. Every single day. You used to whisper it when you were angry. Murmur it in sleep. Scream it when you hated me. Cry it when you forgave me."

A pause.

"And now you say 'Shivansh Randhawa ji' like I’m just someone you work for."

Prarthana took a small step back, her breath uneven. "I don't mean to be disrespectful. I just—"

He cut her off.

"Don't do that. Don't turn us into formality. I can live with your silence. I can live with your hatred. But not this. Not this cold politeness like we were never anything at all."...

Ahhhhhh..... imagination is on full speed

Please let it run full throttle, we need more gems like this.

Originally posted by: asmitamohanty

"Prarthana...You forgot to call me Shivansh."

She blinked, startled. "I… I don’t remember doing that."

His eyes darkened, jaw tightening with quiet ache.

"You did. Every single day. You used to whisper it when you were angry. Murmur it in sleep. Scream it when you hated me. Cry it when you forgave me."

A pause.

"And now you say 'Shivansh Randhawa ji' like I’m just someone you work for."

Prarthana took a small step back, her breath uneven. "I don't mean to be disrespectful. I just—"

He cut her off.

"Don't do that. Don't turn us into formality. I can live with your silence. I can live with your hatred. But not this. Not this cold politeness like we were never anything at all."...

Ahhhhhh..... imagination is on full speed

Her throat bobbed as she looked away, unsure why his words tugged at something buried and raw inside her.

"I'm just trying to be respectful of boundaries."

He walked towards her,stopped just inches away—close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath, the weight of his presence.

His voice dropped to a whisper now, almost pleading.

"And I’m trying to remind you… you never had to have any with me."

Originally posted by: asmitamohanty

Her throat bobbed as she looked away, unsure why his words tugged at something buried and raw inside her.

"I'm just trying to be respectful of boundaries."

He walked towards her,stopped just inches away—close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath, the weight of his presence.

His voice dropped to a whisper now, almost pleading.

"And I’m trying to remind you… you never had to have any with me."

Ruko ruko behen.. Main pasina poch loon zara...

Too hot to handle !!

Originally posted by: pyar-ishk

I just heard this spoiler from a friend not sure yet cause didn't hear the spoiler myself

Well according to spoiler Sona will tamper with the brakes of the car Prart, but it will be Shiv seriously injured between life and death. Sona didn't think Shiv will be in the car cause accident was meant for Prart. Prarthana will beg doctors to safe pati and doctors will tell her is in gods hands

Once Shiv wakes up don't know if he'll remember or lose memory

I said are you sure Shiv will get hurt again cause he just had car accident another one and it's not Prarthana

When we asked for memory loss they didn't give so I don't think they will

Originally posted by: TintedBlossom

Ruko ruko behen.. Main pasina poch loon zara...

Too hot to handle !!

Prarthana stood still, her fingers tightening around the edge of her dupatta, breath shallow. Something about the way he said it… the way he felt like something she'd once known—ached like something she’d once lost.

She took a step forward before she could stop herself.

“Why do you speak to me like that?” she asked quietly.

He halted, hand still on the back of his chair, spine stiff.

“Like what?”

“Like I… like we…” she faltered, her voice caught in the space between curiosity and fear. “Like I meant something to you.”

He turned then. Slowly. And when their eyes met, it was like time broke open.

"You did," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "You still do."

Originally posted by: asmitamohanty

"Prarthana...You forgot to call me Shivansh."

She blinked, startled. "I… I don’t remember doing that."

His eyes darkened, jaw tightening with quiet ache.

"You did. Every single day. You used to whisper it when you were angry. Murmur it in sleep. Scream it when you hated me. Cry it when you forgave me."

A pause.

"And now you say 'Shivansh Randhawa ji' like I’m just someone you work for."

Prarthana took a small step back, her breath uneven. "I don't mean to be disrespectful. I just—"

He cut her off.

"Don't do that. Don't turn us into formality. I can live with your silence. I can live with your hatred. But not this. Not this cold politeness like we were never anything at all."...

Ahhhhhh..... imagination is on full speed

This is so good 👍

Originally posted by: asmitamohanty

Her throat bobbed as she looked away, unsure why his words tugged at something buried and raw inside her.

"I'm just trying to be respectful of boundaries."

He walked towards her,stopped just inches away—close enough for her to feel the heat of his breath, the weight of his presence.

His voice dropped to a whisper now, almost pleading.

"And I’m trying to remind you… you never had to have any with me."

This is so true though. She was never formal, never her shy, guarded self, not with him. Not since she married him and became Mrs Randhawa. She questions him, confronts him, gives him advice, opens her heart out, their relationship is everything but formal.

Originally posted by: asmitamohanty

Prarthana stood still, her fingers tightening around the edge of her dupatta, breath shallow. Something about the way he said it… the way he felt like something she'd once known—ached like something she’d once lost.

She took a step forward before she could stop herself.

“Why do you speak to me like that?” she asked quietly.

He halted, hand still on the back of his chair, spine stiff.

“Like what?”

“Like I… like we…” she faltered, her voice caught in the space between curiosity and fear. “Like I meant something to you.”

He turned then. Slowly. And when their eyes met, it was like time broke open.

"You did," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "You still do."

Originally posted by: asmitamohanty

Prarthana stood still, her fingers tightening around the edge of her dupatta, breath shallow. Something about the way he said it… the way he felt like something she'd once known—ached like something she’d once lost.

She took a step forward before she could stop herself.

“Why do you speak to me like that?” she asked quietly.

He halted, hand still on the back of his chair, spine stiff.

“Like what?”

“Like I… like we…” she faltered, her voice caught in the space between curiosity and fear. “Like I meant something to you.”

He turned then. Slowly. And when their eyes met, it was like time broke open.

"You did," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "You still do."

And she will see it. Not just hear it, but see it in those beautiful, expressive eyes. It will overwhelm her, to see how much he loves her