Screaming Beast and Creaming Beauty
The pretty pixie cooed , oohed , aahed into the Beast's ears as he sat tapping his fingers in his royal high chamber. The Beast had given the pixie a toy to keep her busy and the poor pixie seemed to revel in it. Its kind of strange and a tad sad that how the pixie mistakes the Cartiers and Louis Vuittons to be the Beast's love for her. And everytime the Beast bursts her little bubble, you understand that the pixie will be but a far memory in his life as fate takes it course.
The Beast, on his way to becoming obsessed with the thought of defeating the delicate Beauty and then, the Beauty herself blows away the Pixie. He loses himself in the distant dream of seeing a crushed Beauty. The Pixie's face falls as she realizes that no matter how many arms she puts around him , he is not there – infact , he has never been there.
As the Beast day dreams and the Pixie tries to write a new draft of her credit card story with him. The Beauty , wrapped in greens, reds , gold stars and all shades of rainbow sashays in- her innocence and naivete cutely looking out. The Beast is jubilant to see her! You wonder if anyone can glow like this upon the sight of a sworn enemy? Then, you smile thinking that at least this 5'5 inch of Desi Porcelain at least moves something in his Siberian heart. He looks at her sunken or should I saw awed and anxious face. The fiendish triumph of a victorious warrior takes over and he declares his victory. He is not overtly sarcastic , bitter or his signature evil best. No. He looks as gleeful as a child and nicely tells her to take her day's salary and issue a cheque of 1lac in his company's name.
The beaming beast returns to his throne – he is invincible, yippie! You can actually conjure up a cute image of him dancing with lollipops! Sweet revenge, hmmm? But dayumn! The Beast still doesn't know that if he was ever to cut the Beauty's wrist , he would have a sight of fluid iron, of volcanic fire. The Beauty calmly sings her victory song that 5 good looking men have written for her. The Pixie seems to be blown off by her own gold dust and the Beast feels as though the Beauty had frozen every single drop of blood in his body. The Beast 's smug grin , the dark stare , the arrogant chin dissolve into 5'5 inches of porcelain . Did it just happen to him? The Beast looks down at his feet , only to realize that the carpet under his feet now graces the Beauty's nimble fair feet. But the innocent Beauty just blinks her big bright eyes wondering if the Beast is raging because she did what he wanted her to do? Her virginity only makes him feel worse and he shows her the door. The Beauty , glowing in a glow that comes from the pious heart inside her, quietly leaves the high chamber…….
He sulks, he smirks , he rages, he rants – if only the Beast knew that he is running in mad circles because he is going through something he went through more than a decade ago . He is beginning to get ruffled inside, the chains on his little silver box are beginning to rattle , somebody's feet have begun to echo in the dark tunnel at the end of which lies the little silver box that guards his heart. Yes, he has begun to feel….FEEL.
The Beast, not-in-control after what maybe a light year , does what each one of us does when we know that everything around us is slipping from our hands . Like us, he gets bratty , he gets irrational, he becomes a child who is riding a giant wheel all alone and knows that its not gonna stop until he screams – am scared. Our Beast has that little child on a giant wheel inside him. Don't believe me? Picture this.
The Beast is now just looking for a chance to put the Beauty under the guillotine . The fire alarm footage was nothing but just an excuse to exercise power on Beauty when he knows that her brains don't counter his power. They complement it.
So, the little masculine devil inside the Beast smiles and gets an idea. Fine, I cannot fire her, I cannot unnecessarily scream at her but there is that 'one power' that I have and will always have over her.
Thus, the carnal mischief combined with a bruised ego and that habitual desire to feel powerful – the Beast rises from his 'MAJESTY' garb and becomes 'A MAN'. His eyes on Khushi , he tantalizes , he scares , he unsettles and he takes over the 'WOMAN' in the Beauty. He knows that his physicality , his subtly sexual assertion scares the living daylights out of the little girl inside that strong woman. Its not attraction, its not seduction , its not ill-will- it is what we call 'Gender Powerplay'.
As the Beast closes in , the woman in the Beauty gets unnerved and jittery. Its plain terror of the man in the Beast and he knows how to play it. When the Beauty actually looks like a bleating little lamb , when she shakes off the Beast's hand from hers , you understand that the trauma of that first meeting where the Beauty was bruised for the first time by the Beast still lurks somewhere. Bad part? The Beast not only knows it , he sparkles in it…..
So, we leave the Beauty and the Beast at a gender powerplay where the Beast can terrorize the Beauty with his power and his physicality until she falls in love with him and the terror dissolves. Till then, happy 'FEELING' , Mr.Beast. Adios!
The cake goes to the Beast today. He was ALIVE . He was FEELING. For once , it felt nice to see him not-in-control. Sorry, Beast. Cake se kaam chalaa lo. Cream to aaj Beauty le gayi.
Love and luck always,❤️
GOD bless everyone.🤗
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