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Love is not a Fairytale or Story book that always come easily.
So, what title should i give to ASR today ?
' Eternal Gentleman ' or ' The Powerful Creature of Night '. Doesn't it looks alike that both have made for him ?
When fire and ice come together it feels like the whole world is gonna come down. Today, Arnav is Fire and Khushi is that ice who melts away from his blistering constant gaze - as the cyclone running over her body. And when I looked at Khushi getting all traumatized , cognizant , tantalized, torn between heart and mind by judging out his changed signs on face, is just comparable as the white snow turns in red.
And, Arnav strides as a King of the World once again - on those path which he had chosen to lock and flee. A pounding raged heart - those dead eyes has thrown away the innocence from the heart - a heart that is made of Stone now. The Pride is no more standing in the abode of soft shell - stiffed , parched as the desert brink.
It was a eccentric and emotive familiarity when that hand of her soulmate tugged into his glacial , unfeasible , congealed but nontoxic planet. Salvaging her from the wintry winds, like he has always saved her every time , every moment.
Thrown away into the anomalous , frosty , implausible , dubious page of life, where she forgot to sense , is there any pages at backside existed or not. The terror of Khushi have tightened underneath his proximity of powerful body cage of fire and not yell ever - to let her unleash. She had no idea why he take her off in the slipping sands with him. A stained face with unknown fear - unknown judgement. The more he would hurt her, greater he will have a deep fall in booming sounds of silent suffering. If he made her amble on the bare roads, the same grief of thorns his soul absorbs.
Look as if Fate has equally combined the game of hide and seek between two Soulmates. If Arnav has died then eventually Khushi have to pay off the price to set aright the equivalent Grade - by making a funeral of herself. Sometimes in life you have to slaughter yourself - to give shelter to your loved one's in the rainy days. Khushi's courage.
The innocent Beauty didn't yearn to fly high , she didn't wish to ride away in the ship of gold , all she wanted an adorable Nightingale. What she always dream of a Prince charming who would come and lift her spirit in the heaven. A gullible sweet little girl who keep her dreams safe inside her bronzed glowing eyes within the silken pillows every night - assures for her knight in shining armor will come one fine day.
He came. Her Prince waves her fragrant smell upon her that brought a magical fume in her - soul risen into divine light. But, it was all just for the moment to hold on , to write her fairy tale , not a phase of hallucination. But yes, that was all just surpassed in one page. But today, all her happiness , shines , prettiness thud into the grey shades of hell. When you look into the eyes of the one that holds ice. All you see is blue, ice cold blue like the water on the lake has just frozen - dripping silently under the lock doors of basement - as soon as the flame sparkle thrown by the Pride - the battle of acid balls between the mute agreement.
As all the doors of her dreams has come to an end. Everything happened to seem at once and for all. The pathway of her turned onto the paved drive where she have been given two avenues by the Pride. One lanes goes, which would construct a happy ' Family tree ' , for the other goes under the stream of ' Iron gates '. Its up to her where she would lead her foot steps. She doesn't shriek , she doesn't murmured, she doesn't even flutter. Waves of agonizing pain exploded through her entire being, the tears pierced her eyes in the windmill. What we get from this phase ? A wheel of fire where the compensation been awarded to each other. She destroyed him - He tossed her life. Scores settled ? Its is definitely.
All she did is , she let her wings to cut off for the sake of her angelic sister. She roll herself completely into the threatening coffin inside his sleeves. And put the layer of black leaves on the pink , blue, violet flowers of her life with closed eyes. All the way round, at each corner her mind reeling and hunting for the reasons - creep complex eats her up - the veiled questions which Pride have abruptly lashed by transforming as a ethereal creature yet again. A lump of tenderness swelled in her throat , she continued gazing at him with tears of blood. As the blood in her veins became cold and pale.
The dancing doll is enslaved in the whistles of wind, there is no dreams of butterflies to be seen, there is no more tinkling bells of chimes to be heard with glee. As destiny has ruffled her pure virgin innocence on the darkened paths where new life is wroughting to assail her with circle of hatred , chaos and despair, in the origin of trampled thorns. A test of flames is pursuing her like a shadow. How could the little girl will survive by swallowing the fires every moment ?
No pain , no feelings left , no regrets , no exotic breathing of afresh aroma's , no silk thread to push on. The Pride engrossed with thickest stratum - he is no more a Lover now , no more a lost Romeo even when her wrist thrashed by his tightened grip - the dead soul doesn't inhaled her angst in his blood , all he did to stand by her on the cross roads with him. Why would he feel her turmoil when he has become a soul without flesh ? Who have been betrayed by his Providence. That Providence who have shook his head in the thunderstruck, made him ghostly beast. Even if to ruin everything but, that's all the feelings cycled back again by making them learn what exactly Love is. Each murderous glance of Pride leaves her an impact of golden sun - consuming her each hair of body.
So off goes, the Pride landed her away in the burning fire with him. So that, he can imprison the beauty in his cage. Ssshhh. This fire is hell hot from any torments , it might burn her eyes , soul and body, it might scratches away her existence into black storms. But before than that, did you see his caress , care and familiarity even molded himself in the stone , he doesn't forget the decree of his Pride , even if to hate , even if to burn - he let her go first from the same paths. Ummm, Love is still breathing ...
But there is some points hanged. Look at her, she has still courage and beauty itself. She is what that God made her when she gave her soul away to the Man of dreams whom she desired exist into elegant colors of life. The drops of poison which she gulped tranquilly is not just a droplets , the musty soil which she has inhaled. Just not a normal deal. The beauty will return to her senses , might be this time even holding the swords and axes in hands. She will fight for what she believes, defend herself when she is not wrong at her steps, shield herself again in the white windows. A tigress is left to set her free out someday with sharp claws to pounce on him. If the girl is quiet and being forced due to sacred bond, that means million of issue running through her mind , when a girl is not arguing that means she is thinking too deep. All she needs time to recuperate back , not now - for the present she has been confined.
Thus, The Pride has caged the Little Angel in his Iron cage Forever. Although he had done what he wanted, but the walls of Trust needs to build on now. All have to see that how the Angel will flutter inside with broken heart. The real , sharp voyage in the cage gets underway now .
The actual intense tale begins tomorrow, with new paths, new angst, new words, new speeches, new feelings, and everything which encapsulates the string of extreme anguish and love. So, Let it come this will gonna burst up our gullets by all means.
Precap :
In every dark roaring nights , days, secs , minutes, hours I will always be there with you. Holding your hand forever is the hardest thing in such state of cruelty. But, this gives you the strength of tower , the influence of my dead love - " No matter what we go through in future you will never have to walk alone because your umbrella will always give you the Shelter from the outside demons.
If only you could knew, I never meant to hurt you ever.
P.S - First of all , A big big congrats to Payal and Akash for the successful Marriage. Plus, a very excellent Episode besides, heart wrenching pain of Khushi's sacrifice. I won't accuse Arnav for the aggressive blackmailing over her because what he planned is the excruciating fracas between Bond and Love, under the shade of misapprehension. Honestly, my heart is drenched by Khushi's compelling sacrifice, her tear drops, shattering heights in pain is unendurable!
Barun and Sanaya always leave me Speechless! they're Incredible! <3<3
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