Just lubbed the way P called K 'hamare thakur sahab...' n also the way K put his head on her lap , just like that with so much mmm what do u call freedom-right like 'huk' ...like there she was inviting him n he obliged , like it was the easiest thing in the world...like whenever he wanted he could just shift his head to her lap n lay there peacefully ...like there is not just love, but much more than love between them ...i don't know how to explain it...but i think u got my point đł