*Journals Of An Addict* Entry# 3 pg 6

*Journals Of An Addict*

I don't think I'll be writing them regularly, the choice of scenes will probably be random and I don't know when I'll update' anyway here's something' it's the mohabbatien dance sequence one of my favorite PriDa scenes till date'

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ENTRY # 1

The scene began with a fight something which was common in the initial days of the show. Damini wanted privacy.. Prithvi wasn't willing to leave her alone, they fought he walked away in anger. End of story. But while our Man was making his way out, A thought struck him. The thought that Damini might get into trouble behind his back, that fierce need to protect her arose and he turned back to keep watch on her anyway. Interesting to see how from the very beginning Prithvi Saxena was the ultimate protector where Damini Gujral was concerned. and so he took place near the window or whatever it was..

The scene shifted to Damini. My, my somebody is surely in a temper. Pity to waste all that energy after a good-for-nothing-bodyguard. Really Damini is there ever a moment that this man escapes your thoughts? Apparently not. the music started and those black eyes opened holding a fire. it was deadly and dangerous and it was directed at him. and so she danced.

Prithvi Saxena's eyes strayed to his right. The last thing he could possibly have expected was the sound of music floating in his ears. They say that curiosity killed the cat. And apparently the same case was with our Dude. He turned. he saw. And he turned back again almost reflexively. Why Prithvi? Why does the fact that your boss is dancing effect you oh so very much? The music continued. And so did the intrigue clawing away at his heart as he stood there stiffly. His eyes betrayed his mind and slowly he found himself turning, possibly his mind had screamed at him to turn right back, if so its attempts were futile. Because in that moment he was a slave to his heart. and his heart wanted to catch a glimpse of that nimble figure dancing away. What he saw amazed him. Damini Gujral was dancing. She was smiling. She was even laughing. She was Happy. He looked at her his head slightly tilting in the process as though still trying to believe that his mind was processing the right image after all and he had not gone crazy' there was a mild curiosity in those eyes and then something happened inside him, within him. and he got hooked as he stood there absorbing the sight before his eyes in a drunken sort of manner. The look in his eyes held fascination, amazement and a certain amount of approval. Was the dancing Goddess before him the same spitfire who had fired him on the first day of his job? Who was possibly the most rude, incontrollable girl he had ever met in his life? who effected his heart in ways he had never imagined. To whom he was wildly attracted to despite all the arguing.? And whom he found outrageously beautiful? No. what was he thinking had he possibly lost it? was this the definition of insane? Perhaps it was and it did not sit well with the Oldest Saxena bother. So he turned back again as sanity returned to him closing his eyes in order to blot out that image those eyes had chanced upon mere minutes ago. I loved his agitation with himself the way he practically fought with himself and told himself that he was here for his Father. He was not here to fall in love. And over the other end unknown to his inner turmoil Damini Gujral danced away. He made to walk out of the room trying to look straight ahead in an impersonal sort of a way. But the eyes betrayed again and flickered in her direction yet again. Catching sight of Inderetta with the gun in the process too.. and the magic ended' for at least a small while. He pulled out his gun and entered the room by force as he moved about in the room while Damini danced nearby still unaware of his presence; the visual before my eyes was magical in a way. It was like two forces moving about in the room like an unknown power was possibly at work and then in a flash of an eye the forces collided with one another. And then the magic began again.

There was something beautiful in the way Prithvi looked at Damini, there was something beautiful in the way that his will used to weaken every time he saw her, the way his senses used to come alive and his heart used to beat, really beat. Not steadily like it had been doing for years but like a wild incontrollable animal thumping out a symphony of Love, passion and desire, and in all this there existed some unexplainable connection between them that was the purest thing in the world. The most beautiful of all. And that was Love.

Well that's pretty much it' are you guys still awake? Nice lullaby I know'. On a random note I love the music that was played in the sequence to bits the subtle and romantic bits are my favorite'.

Listened to a song recently there were a set of lyrics which I really liked think they are sort of apt of PriDa in a way'

Teri meri ulfat jaise hain sharab purani koi

Muddatein main aur bhi ishq hua namkeen

So care to share your thoughts anyone?