TYY For this meri Nooro (angeldmg16)
"I hate you."
"But I love you."
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"I love you."
7th January 2008 ' Wednesday.
Does the banner and date remind you of something? Let's get into the flashback now ;)
7th January 2008, everyone around the world woke up to witness a beautiful day, but the significance of the day was yet to come. Why was this day so utterly special? And yet why does it remain to be as special in our hearts till today?
Lets get down the memory lane.
The relation of Armaan and Riddhima, was nothing less than a roller coaster ride. There existed love, yet remained concealed behind layers of complication. Armaan ' Karan Singh Grover won million of hearts, in this lover boy avatar. Riddhima ' Needless to say, Shilpa Anand, is still remembered as the heart of the show and character.
Their journey is utterly connected to this day. Their love story went pass through many hurdles, and at each point we discovered a new emotion, yielding them together. There was the blossoming of love, trust, pain, tears, need, support, agitation, frustration, betrayal, heartbreaks, fights, friendship and yet they remained interweaved through every phase. And we remained connected to them through all beautiful moments they created as Armaan and Riddhima, awaiting the confession impatiently.
We waited for the day, when she would let her guards fall, and accept her undeniable love for him, waited for the day when he would hold her in his arms, and declare the irrevocable love that held them so firmly together. We imagined, we thought, and mostly we waited desperately and yet when it came, it left us frozen and stunned to the core.
Pink and blue, this combination had never looked so beautiful, so comprehensive and eternal.
"The Aitihaasik Confession." It is titled as the aitihaasik confession by none other than palki, who said how much the fans had loved the confession scene, and history, it had definitely created. It completely is the aitihaasik confession, because before it occurred, we dreamt of it, but KSG and SA went pass the expectation of each dream of ours, and created what none ever can ' magic to change the meaning of love and emotions.
Yes they did it, did what we had dreamt of every moment. Armaan and Riddhima had together created a new meaning of emotions and love for us yet, KSG and SA together on 7th January 2008 gave this word LOVE a complete new meaning. The scene we call as C O N F E S S I O N S C E N E marks this date in history.
The day when not only you or me, but the whole world was celebrating the most beautiful confession of the television industry. And as Palki said, AITIHAASIK ' and one so praised by all, because every DMGIAN KaShian couldn't have been happier than that day.
Lets dig through beautiful memories of 7th January 2008 again <3
Crazy, mad, hyper? Not at all, it was love, it was beauty, it was extremeness, it was joy, it was elation, it was fandom, it was all we had never thought about. All over IF, and the world, thousands of fans of KaSh and AR couldn't have been happier. Tears of joys, streaked eyes, moments of happiness illuminated lives. This day, definitely was one to be written in the history of DMG and Television industry with golden words.
We have seen hundreds of confessions, yet none touched or provoked a reaction out of us like this. Why does this date, and memories related to it attack our heart, and bring a beautiful smile on our face?
Let's get down to the real reason.
OPD ' this place had been very familiar to us, since day 1, but did we ever think, it would remain in our memories to be cherished this way? We'd thought for the confessions so many times, but we ever thought, that their love story would begin; a confession would take place behind the walls of this place. And yet it did.
Riddhima entered the OPD clad in her pink dress, and we had only wished for another scene, but stunned we remained. Armaan had been utterly hurt by Muskaan, which had lead to the opening of his wound, and forget not, the blood, the pain, the agony that caused pain to Armaan, had been the breaking flood to the closed doors of Riddhima's reservoir. That day, we discovered a new emotion in those deep eyes of hers. There was pain, pain that did not reflect betrayal from him or her parents, nor the bitter realities of her life, but pain which significantly showed her heart ached when he was in pain, her heart sank, when he moaned in agony, her eyes were the mirror, of a different innocence that day ' A Riddhima, to whom a perfect life, profession, and rules mattered not, to whom all that mattered was, this one guy who had affected her life, who had become a part, she could not separate from her being, who meant more than she ever could know herself ' a guy, she would accept or not she was bonded internally, emotionally and mentally. His pain, disturbed the perfect chords in the depth of her heart, and no longer could she hold the emotions, she had concealed in the deep chambers.
Throughout the decision to step forward and help him, she remained in turmoil, a turmoil of fighting through the weakness' seeping in her own soul, seeing him like this, and yet she did, she moved and when her voice left her mouth, it was the personification of something totally different. The way she spoke, so softly, so painfully, there was no longer a Riddhima, who could stare in his eyes and pour out her anger, who could tell him off hardly or who could cry or accuse him, neither had there been a girl who was shyly in love with him, or one who stood wiser in the situation.
"Main lagaadeti hoon."
The way she spoke it, we discovered a new layer to her character. In that one moment, she was timid, weak, helpless and in pain, to see him like this. There was a girl who was irrevocably and unconditionally in love with this man, and all that mattered was what she felt for him, what he stirred in her, and what his agitation did to her. Bonded they were, in a sweet melody of love.
Her eyes had been potraying the same pain, her voice did. There was a deep yearning, a yearning she had deprived herself of.
She offered, and as gently as she had been, he rejected. His heart had now become a well of pain, frustration, agony and longing. His love with each passing moment had only elevated, grown deeper and truer. Every moment when she did not accept what she felt, he knew it, every moment when she had hurt him just to keep the guard on, he could see through, and yet every moment he had to live through the illusion she created of "No love."
"Please main kardeti hoon."
The riddhima who fought endlessly, the Riddhima who was proud of her, the Riddhima who claimed she did not care for him, and the Riddhima who had no feelings for him was nowhere to be seen anymore. Piece by piece, without her knowledge, her resolution had been fading, and now there was another layer to her, that was brought forward in the confession scene, layer of sensitivity and innocent agony. She pleaded him so softly, a mere humble vocal request, which had conveyed her need to wipe off every reason of his pain, every reason which pained her equally. And her face had become a pool of emotions, each shouting the love she he harboured for him.
The silence that splattered across the serene OPD, when she started to dress his wound, was beautiful, opaque with the undying love their hearts contained. And yet again, what bounded her to him, and produced each reaction, and what was the most beautiful layer and courtesy to this confession was P A I N. His pain, when he let out a moan, and the concern, that covered her face was definitely not what a friend feels for his other friend. The wound of her heart was clearly visible, when she softly said.
"Sorry, dard horaha hai?" and he replied.
"Tumhaari baton se thora kam."
And the last hit to the chord holding her strong shield intact broke off completely. PAIN ' it was what she could not see him in, what weakened her resolves, brought out a side, she never had even witnessed, a side that was a part of her, and yet only he could bring it out. P A I N, which had wounded her own self so deeply. The hurt, the tears, the need, the longing, the bond, nothing could have been ignored any longer. It poured out to the surface. Gone was the riddhima who wore the mask of strength and no feelings towards him.
"And yet the strongest emotion amongst all is love, trap it, you cannot."
And neither could she. The cotton fell from her hands, and he turned to see her eyes pouring out intense tears. There was no hatred, confusion, hardness, but her face mirrored pain, agony and LOVE, care, trust and NEED, and all for only him. Armaan Malik.
The concern on his face, was again a beautiful add up to the layers of emotions in that scene, because neither could he ever, see her in pain. This was love, love what theyd been ignoring since so long. But as it is said, love finds a way.
"Hua kya Riddhima."
The innocence and bafflement his face reflected, was one of the most beautiful emotions we have witness Armaan showing. There was intensity to his concern, a different vibe to his confusion. His hand reached to hold her, and yet she moved back, her eyes glistening with tears, her cheeks moistening with their pressure.
"Main tumse, main."
This was the point where our hearts stopped, froze, and we wanted time to never move again. The same sentence, her beautiful voice, layered with love and a need to pour her heart out, to provide words to her inner desires, echoed in our ears. Since the start we had seen this story blossom, but it never had been this beautifully painful, and this colourfully breathtaking.
"I hate you Armaan."
Hatred is the chord to love, it is the way to love. Have there been any confession where youd seen the protagonist wording I Hate you? And yet when SA did say these three words, it made the scene way more intense and beautiful. She had been trying so hard to hide it. She hated what he did to her, she hated how he made her lose control over herself, she hated how his pain affected her so badly, she hated what feelings he made her harbor for him, she hated what the mere presence of him did to her, she hated how she could not stop have strong emotions for him, she hated how even after not wanting she loved him so much. He was it ' her life, her love, and remained no escape for her finally. Love had never taken over her senses 'it was the unbeatable intensity.
When she cried out the three words of I hate you, there was a strong victorious look that replaced the concern on his face. A look of knowledge to the implicit meanings behind what she said. And he said, what stirred her wholeself, a confession so beautiful, so intense and strong that made her being shudder. His eyes never left hers, and his face was a beautiful pool of need, victory and irrevocable love.
"But I LOVE you.'
Time stopped for that one moment. He loved her; we knew, but the way he said those three words in that one moment, with no background music to hide the beautiful loudness of his voice echoing through our ears, the longing, the strength of his love clearly audible and visible in the depth of his voice. I Love you had never sounded this deep, intense and beautiful ' it was nothing, but an intense confession.
She stared back, her eyes so beautifully reflecting in the light of their love, tears never stopping.
"I hate you.'
A different yet the most beautiful side of Riddhima it was. Again serenity fell, tension gripping the whole environment. Our hearts had been thudding harder than we had anticipated, our eyes glued to the magic they were creating. Our lips pronouncing an utter request silently, asking for her to confess.
"But I love you."
She had ran, and he had let her escape everytime. But nomore. Everytime she tried to tell him indirectly, to tell herself indirectly, to prove that she did not love him, she whispered I hate you, and everytime with the unyeliding steel love and determination in his eyes, he said looking straight into her eyes, the intensity spreading through every inch of her body, that he loved her. He LOVED HER. Armaan Loved Riddhima. And everytime he said her, the serenity, was the personification of a battle she had to fight inside, to control the wild drumming of her heart, the falling of her resolves, and control the intense love from coming out. She had fought it always, but every time his lips uttered his love for her, there passion and intensity, shook her completely.
His hands extended and he pulled her towards him. Their bodies collided, embracing the warmth of each other. The look in his eyes, just took peoples breathes away. Armaan, had displayed a completely different look, a breathtaking beautiful emotion again flickering in the depth of his blues.
"I love you."
He spoke each syllable, carefully, attempting to explain its meaning to her. His voice had now cut down to a mere painful whisper only. His eyes did not only stare they dug in her soul, they begged for love, for her confession. His voice yearned to prove to her, how his words were not only words, but the mirror, the meaning of his life, to explain her, that everyone loved, but his love was unmatchable. And Serenity fell again. Their eyes locked together, for moments to pass, and our hearts stopped for a moment. We had waited, anticipated madly for this moment, and yet we could not believe, control the flow of emotions attacking us at that moment.
" I L O V E Y O U."
A dream, illusion, fantasy? What was it? We could not decipher. Her words echoed in the shells of our ears. She said it. The three magical words, we had been dying to hear, he had been dying to hear, and yet we could have never thought of it like this! It was beauty, it was magic, and yet it was all real. The look in his eyes, the happiness on her face, the moment had come atlast, and had occurred so intensely that all of us were left shaken. And their first intimate hug, took our breathes away. His hands slowly engulfing her, her hands spreading across his shoulders, and he had crushed her into his embrace, never wanting to let go. The hug had been one of the most beautiful hug ever. The need, craving, pain, patience, all coming to an end. It was not only just beautiful, it was exquisite, and magnificent.
That day, had given us one more reason to love KaSh so much. Needless to say, Karan and Shilpa had put up the best efforts, and brought out a BRILLIANT scene. A scene that can never be recreated. Their presence, and display of emotions had left us stunned, and not only stunned, the scene had touched the depth of our cores. It was a special confession, layered with so many emotions, and the way they had acted, it was not just brilliant, it was soul touching, and unmatchable.
It was a confession, a confession that none can forget, none can recreate. A confession, the whole world remembers.
KaSh proved in that one scene, that they remain the most magical and beautiful couple of television industry. And today is the 4th confession anniversary. Lets just make it more special guys. Lets cherish the memories of this day, when all of us had been bubbling with immense joy and elation, lets reminisce the flood of emotions that had ran deeply through us.
Lets cherish an I LOVE YOU, that we can never forget.
Happy Confession Day.
And needless to say, the CVs and KaSh had done an amazing job in the confession scene. Hats off to them.
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