Kumkum Bhagya New Season | Episode Discussions Thread 4 - Page 136

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: TintedBlossom

She looked away, heart hammering.

"You’re making it hard for me to breathe in this house."

"Good," he said, without hesitation.

"Because you took the air with you when you forgot me."...

She flinched.

"Don’t," she said, almost begging. "Don’t say things like that. I don’t know how to respond."

"You don’t have to respond," he murmured, stepping closer again—this time slower, like approaching something fragile and sacred. “Just feel it.”

Originally posted by: asmitamohanty

She looked away, heart hammering.

"You’re making it hard for me to breathe in this house."

"Good," he said, without hesitation.

"Because you took the air with you when you forgot me."...

She flinched.

"Don’t," she said, almost begging. "Don’t say things like that. I don’t know how to respond."

"You don’t have to respond," he murmured, stepping closer again—this time slower, like approaching something fragile and sacred. “Just feel it.”

This guy is hell bent on making her fall in love with him. Again.

Originally posted by: asmitamohanty

She looked away, heart hammering.

"You’re making it hard for me to breathe in this house."

"Good," he said, without hesitation.

"Because you took the air with you when you forgot me."...

She flinched.

"Don’t," she said, almost begging. "Don’t say things like that. I don’t know how to respond."

"You don’t have to respond," he murmured, stepping closer again—this time slower, like approaching something fragile and sacred. “Just feel it.”

Why does it suddenly feel like it’s being said to me 😭

Why am I picturising this on myself now!! 😭

Why would u do this to me ?! AB NEEND KAISE AAEGI ???

Originally posted by: monsoon_barsha

This guy is hell bent on making her fall in love with him. Again.

He was too close now. And it terrified her—how her skin tingled, how her body leaned almost instinctively toward him, how her breath caught when his eyes dropped to her lips and lingered.

“I don’t remember anything,” she said, voice barely a whisper.

“But your heart does,” he said, eyes searching hers, aching. “It’s fighting you every time you look at me like a stranger"🔥

Originally posted by: TintedBlossom

Why does it suddenly feel like it’s being said to me 😭

Why am I picturising this on myself now!! 😭

Why would u do this to me ?! AB NEEND KAISE AAEGI ???

Same 😭 It's making me feel things. Aise kon karta hai.

Originally posted by: TintedBlossom

Why does it suddenly feel like it’s being said to me 😭

Why am I picturising this on myself now!! 😭

Why would u do this to me ?! AB NEEND KAISE AAEGI ???

WTH did I just do😂😂😂😂

Ohhh God... I am crazyyyyy

Originally posted by: asmitamohanty

He was too close now. And it terrified her—how her skin tingled, how her body leaned almost instinctively toward him, how her breath caught when his eyes dropped to her lips and lingered.

“I don’t remember anything,” she said, voice barely a whisper.

“But your heart does,” he said, eyes searching hers, aching. “It’s fighting you every time you look at me like a stranger"🔥

It is, it is. The heart knows. It remembers. It fights, and soon, it will win.

Originally posted by: monsoon_barsha

It is, it is. The heart knows. It remembers. It fights, and soon, it will win.

She looked up at him, something quivering inside her.

“But how can I trust this feeling when I don’t even know if it’s real?”

"Then let me show you."

He reached up, slowly, hesitantly, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched—because it didn’t feel foreign. It felt… safe. Familiar. Like muscle memory. Like a touch her skin had missed even if her mind had erased it.

And then silence.

Heavy, magnetic, trembling...

Hey I just realised that flow flow me...I actually ended up writing something hot..🔥 and sizzling...😂

Kya ho raha hai mujhe 😂