"Jaan ban gaye"never sounded more beautiful and soulful than today when we heard it from Shivansh 's pov
— a man who never believed love was meant for him, who mistrusted permanence, and whose entire life was shaped by abandonment and shadows. Until she arrived.
From Shivansh’s POV:
"Ehsaas ki jo zubaan ban gaye..."
You became the voice of emotions I never dared to feel…
Shivansh had built walls so high even he couldn’t scale them anymore. Vulnerability was weakness. Softness, danger. Emotions were indulgences he believed he couldn’t afford. But Prarthana — she was like a quiet rebellion against all that. She saw him — in his silences, in his pride, in his rage.
She didn’t demand explanations. She understood the ache behind his anger, the sorrow in his cruelty.
And suddenly, he found himself feeling — things he had long buried.
She gave words to feelings he didn’t even know he had.
"Dil mein mere mehmaan ban gaye..."
You became the guest who now lives in my heart…
He never intended to love her. She wasn’t part of any grand plan. In fact, her presence had initially felt like a disruption — too soft, too persistent, too unsettling. But she crept in quietly — through care, resilience, her unwavering gaze.
And somewhere between all the noise of revenge, the ghosts of his past, and the darkness inside him —
she became his stillness.
No longer a guest. She was his heart now.
"Aapki tareef mein kya kahen..."
What do I even say in your praise…
Because how does a man describe the woman who became his redemption?
How do you speak of the only soul who held you when you broke, who stayed when she had every reason to walk away?
Prarthana didn’t just support him. She confronted him, challenged him, healed him — even when he tried to push her away.
He hurt her, and she still chose love.
How do you explain someone like that?
"Aap hamari jaan ban gaye..."
You became my very life…
And that was the terrifying part.
Shivansh had built his world on detachment — never needing anyone enough to be broken again. But here was this woman, who had quietly become the air he breathed.
She was no longer someone he wanted in his life —
She was someone whose absence would destroy him
Today For Shivansh, this song is his surrender.
To love.
To vulnerability.
To the very thing he feared the most — attachment.
He who once couldn’t say I trust you... now couldn’t imagine a world where she didn’t exist.
He who had mocked love, now found himself anchored to her presence, drowned in the ache of her pain, and lifted by the sound of her laughter.
She became his mirror, his gravity, his
fragile thread to humanity.
And now... his jaan.
Edited by asmitamohanty - 14 hours ago
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