#IPKKND/ArShi Poolside Moments/A splishin&splashin’/ I hate you/page 1 - Page 25

Originally posted by: xZoyax

lol

He is royally ignoring Buaji here and looking for the bedroom.

Well, buaji was also ignoring many things in my eyes.

Originally posted by: xZoyax

Ah, this intensity is what we are missing big time.

This is some fight in between a women and a man.

Originally posted by: CrystalJam

full right mode is on.no worries when asr is in charge,

Haha, well, he took it by himself, the Khushi and his team's responsibility.

Originally posted by: x.Covila

This is the most bEautiful scene ever. The makers executed it so crafty way that it spoke volume.

Initial team of IPK was the gem team and each person was so involved in this to make it a masterpiece.

Originally posted by: Aimer_vous

Ah, I love this even now after these many years

IPK is for like eternity, and now I think new shows are not even close to it. But we can see in other languages that some shows are actually way better than you can imagine.

Originally posted by: BusiMusi

This is so beautiful

Thank you dear, glad you enjoyed it.

Besieged Darkness

“I am besieged by such strange thoughts, such dark sensations, such obscure questions, which crowd my mind – and somehow I have neither the strength nor the desire to resolve them." ~Fyodor Dostoyevsky ~

There are different kinds of darkness. There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the restful darkness. You can picture each in this night in one man with armour to face each.

There is the darkness of lovers and the darkness of assassins in this one night. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, or what it needs to be. It is neither wholly bad nor wholly good.

His happiness, desires, playfulness, and longing for the love that he felt for the first time were allured by the darkness after hearing about her sister's accident. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration, and that was his dilemma, his darkest fear. Losing someone he loves so much. His sister was like his mother, the only real family he ever had.

This is a devastated 14-year-old boy whose life never progressed after his mother's sudden death. Anjali makes him understand with moving words, " Whom you love the most, and the ones who are so close to your heart, you must not let them go. If sometimes some foolish and pointless thoughts come to you, still you should listen to your heart."

And he followed his heart to tell his Khushi how much she mattered to him.

He smiled and caught up with her thoughts, pressing them between his own. The touch of his desire was like white fire through his veins. He could feel her skin in his palm, and yet a mere feeling kindled him, heap of ashes that he was at the moment, into this fire of love. He never believed in such feelings and then wondered why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, answered. That feeling was mutual.

But time was not on their side.

The night was not for them.

“There is only one kind of shock worse than the totally unexpected: the expected for which one is not fully prepared.”― Mary Renault.

He was ready to open the door of his heart, and the moment he did, everything got frozen in the air. There was a sight he had never expected, never anticipated. He stood there nonplussed to register the fact that the only vision he had was seeing his girl in his brother-in-law's arms, and the only sound he could hear was "Leave Anjali!"

He looked at them appalled, with wide-open eyes, unable to decipher them momentarily. He stood there speechless, watching this undeniable scene that robbed his faith, his trust and his credence in anything further,

The shock started to seep in along with a knock-out confusion, like a bolt of thunder...
Slowly, his eyes began to register the meaning, and his mind grasped the vehemence of this vision beyond belief. "Chhap gaya hai."

The longest and the heaviest walk he ever had to his den. Tossing off his jacket and tie, he paced off back and forth, trashing down all of his sweet moments with Shyam. He got birched once again by his past, a slashing whip across his bruised soul. An image of his betrayed father ran through his eyes in the form of Shyam.

"Hum sirf aapko chahte hain, khushi ji, hum ranisahiba ko apni patni nahin mantey..." Shyam's declaration drifts through the night.[I only want you, Khushi ji, I don't consider Ranisahiba as my wife...

The world shattered around him once again, but the final whip in Khushi's incriminating words finished his life.

"Agar aap ke liye yeh rishta koi maine nahin rakhta to aap yeh shadi tod kun nahin dete... chhor dijiye anjali ji ko..." [if this marriage means nothing to you, then why don't you break this marriage... leave anjali ji!!]

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A sweeping crossfire of events enfiladed his mind, and his heart bled, but he was a man of action. Holding his face in his hands, he cried his heart out to clear his clouded mind. Everything seemed clear with a challenge to face and let his sister walk through as well. Her safety and dignity were all he had in his mind.

Coming Up

As this thread is for crying and pain.

Originally posted by: Mysticaldivine

Thank you dear, glad you enjoyed it.

Originally posted by: Mysticaldivine

Coming Up

As this thread is for crying and pain.

Originally posted by: Mysticaldivine

Coming Up

As this thread is for crying and pain.

Ah, can't wait to shed tears

I love this small yet very impactful scene.