Originally posted by: asmitamohanty
I have not seen the last three episodes properly..I just watched few clips here and there....and I have to say one thing.I will watch today
I have tried my best to not let this show weigh so heavily on me, but today Iâll admit itâIâm deeply disappointed with how theyâre ending this story. What aches the most is Shivanshâs arc with his mother. His entire life, his wounds, his fears, even his very bond with Prarthana, were born out of that one primal abandonment. PraShiv was formed because of Smita and Raunakâthe cracks left by his motherâs absence and the shadow of his broken childhood. And yet⌠we are being robbed of the one thing that could have completed his story: a heart-to-heart conversation, a reunion, some fragile but healing closure.
The thought that Shivansh will never get to look into his motherâs eyes and release all the pain he has carried since he was five years oldâit genuinely breaks my heart. Closure was never about a perfect apology; it was about the boy within him finally being heard. To abandon that thread feels like abandoning the very soul of his character.
And then thereâs PraShiv themselves.The love I feel for these two is immense...I adore Namik and Pranali, and their chemistry is one of those rare, magical things that breathes life into even the weakest of scripts. But I cannot deny whatâs been staring at us lately: PraShivâs essence has been diluted. Instead of depth, we are being served recycled conflicts and recycled scenes. Pointless misunderstandings, Prarthana running after one âplan,â Shivansh delivering those passionate lines that stab us in the heart, but without the story giving him any new dimension. He cries, she hides, and the cycle repeats.
Where are their new memories? Their quiet conversations that pierce deeper than any storm? Where is the intimacy of two souls who have carried each other through fire and deserve tenderness at last? Instead of gifting us these jewels, they are recycling old scenesâlike the story is no longer being written for the characters, but only for parallel edits and fan montages. It feels hollow, like a beautiful painting being photocopied until the colors fade.
I love PraShiv. I love them because Prarthana and Shivansh had the potential to be one of the most hauntingly beautiful love stories on screen. And Namik and Pranali gave everything to these rolesâtheir chemistry alone can light up an empty room. But when the writing refuses to honor that depth, when it keeps circling back to clichĂŠs instead of moving forward, you cannot help but feel something is missing.
And thatâs what hurts the most: that weâre saying goodbye not to what PraShiv could have been, but to a diluted shadow of it. đ
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