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Pain is what he shows embarrassment is what he feels so many words left unsaid sometimes he feels rather be dead but than he looked at her and realize he cannot leave her alone ever , no matter how repugnant he sounds. He have to always love , care and hold Beauty by his side.
When two soulmates get entwined Physically , emotionally , mentally and practically in the lace of unbroken bond it is called a sacred binding of ' Marriage '. Where the dark nocturnal begins to glow with the epitome of new prayers , desires and the Beauty of love looks deep opulent then any other object in the world could be. But , for once forget that Pride and Beauty are a fairytale and look at them as two people. Two people who are truly and deeply in love with each other but are married by their own dark , acidic shadows.
Their own terrors and diffidence that has make their lives as a bookmark Question for their own self. If Pride has darkness , so has Beauty. It is just that darkness is smoldering in both hearts that they wants to fit in everyone's lives but by keeping their own hearts gloomy. Beauty had always hated everything that is dark , immoral and rebellious because that is exactly what she is scared of losing herself to in the whirlwind of lost life , where she never wanted to descend herself. While , Pride believes that fragile bones never build good castles. Being in one glass ball they lived as a two perfect strangers who are cycling in the paths of bitter emotions. And , even today as you see when Arnav thrown her away insensitively at the magical poolside it ultimately turned as a coffin for Khushi and so does for Arnav. The sleepless night filled up with the stroke of pandemonium , the thoughts crossed their minds like a pierced arrow in hearts. Neither they confess their love , nor they contradict the feelings they feels for one another. He thinks that she has ruined his blossomed feelings by giving a silent betrayal , whereas she's oscillating like a lost pendulum in between the mindset of one word , '' WHY '' . A World War is clashing off.
Two hearts are broken into two halves and sent to opposite ends of the world once again. Yes , the coldness, the darkness, the emptiness and even the feeling of drowsiness are adhered inside him like a frozen ice that haunts his senses for not moving back in the ball without taking Beauty in her right world , where she deserves to be. His endless restiveness , perplexity , hatred , edginess unhinges the backbone of Pride completely where he himself feels defeated by the Fate and own heart. Giving her a look that says ruthlessness but yet gives her a small hope that even though the Pride rules his each sight of eyes , he deep down cares for her eternally. He feels one more time tortured by inking her in the buckets of distress. The precious bed left blank , and the Pride let himself sleep liberally on the futon , equivalent to the coffin without covering up any quilts. Mind you , the Pride isn't heartless or haughty creature , dip yourself in his unendurable intense grief and melancholy - how much he's stirred up in isolation and excruciating conflict of emotions through which his heavy heart is carrying. More he hurts her , larger he falls for her.
Here , it makes an Equation :
Pain + Hatred + Tears + Love + Feelings = We all share these bumpy paths together.
They doesn't realize , or maybe they does , but both are ruining themselves totally for a life that they think they can live without each other. They don't know. But they has injected that medicine of pain , love , hatred , annoyance , passion in each other so much that when they will ever try to take away everything back in one single click , its tough to figure out what will be left after behind. He can see his life through her eyes which is only Beauty , he can see his own quivering emotions , he can feel the turmoil yet he's bound to pay a heed to anything.
What Pride confidently states ? '' One fine day he will unleash the Beauty from all the shackles and the compelled bond which gives a taste of heaviest tragedy to his life. '' Is that so ? That day will definitely come after six months , but the day will had been diagonally reverse into the melody of rhythmic tune where your heart will abruptly skip the beat by listening out this strange word that you had ever signed to it.
If Love was a name on growing over the ceramic walls then anytime the color coats gets fade away. If only they knows , that love is the strong seed which grows silently , embeds memories , then transforms into a bud and wrought as a lyrical flower. I must say that , Pride is merely like an effervescent bubble , the harder he sparkles the more he softens down at the bottom level. Even if throwing blankets , even if pouncing with sharp claws , even if destroying the strings of flowers , even if filling the spoons of carbonated hate and abuse can change the flavor of love. So , it cannot ever be.
And see , as if fate wants to curl the Pride's thoughts for this forced selfishness , a kind of cruel whack rebukes the Pride for making the Beauty ooze in the wrath of his frosty heart . The Pride , heartless he's showing himself now , turns his head , shook out from the bed and goes off straightly to the Beauty , the heart melted out on her virgin innocence and politeness , even for the second he feels like that so.
The point is that , after the risen sun on the clouds she didn't got awoke on her own. Why ? May be , because the fate wants the sleeping Beauty somewhere to back and forth in the only thoughts of Pride , so that she may alarmed by his touch. The Providence , shoves him again to get her back , the human being inside him acting on precipitate , shovel her away in his arms , so that , forget the hatred gum , he want her to be together. Although even if to decorate her in the showcase infront of the Family he wants her with him every morning , night , mins , secs and hours. Their diary of Love is filling up the pages of hatred day by day , but the two perfect strangers will always end up on the burning flame of love or pain. Both are of their commands. If this is not love , then what it is ? Its different and that's what makes their story a charming one.
For Arnav's Emotion :
" Jin Raahon se bhi guzraa houn , Har Ek mein Teri Khoyee hui Yaad milii "
Each path I have traveled all i got your lost memories with me.
Pushpa Impossible
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