Big Boss 19: Daily Discussion Thread - Aug 28, 2025
Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai - 28 Aug 2025 EDT
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BHAROSA THODNA 28.8
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Who impressed you more in the movie Saiyaara?
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Abhira : The self-respect queen
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The Beginning of Many Nights
Khushi sat up when the door creaked, her heart racing. She had sensed or perhaps felt him standing outside the door and had been lying on her side, wide ' eyed, barely daring to breathe as she waited to see what he would do. He stepped into the room and stood silhouetted in the doorway. She could barely breathe, mesmerized by his luminous stare. It intimidated her. His face was stark, his eyes glittering in the moonlight with sensual hunger. She swept a glance over him and walked towards him.
He has been watching her, didn't know what to do, he roamed in the city for hours, he needed to go back. He knew she was angry and probably didn't mean a single word of it but he was hurt! Damn it hurt like hell! Then he realized this was how she felt every time he uttered them to her, not once but so many times and that made him return at instant. Her eyes were red, she was crying, she blinked her eyes few times making sure it was really him. He found her looked ethereal in the moonlight that sneaking through his poolside's glass door.
She was so quiet until she walked to him and pushed him hard on his chest, "Don't. Ever. Do. That. Again. Do you hear me? Don't ever disappear again like that!" She turned around, sobbing fiercely, hugging herself, finding comfort in her own arms.
"You asked me to," he said without any hint of emotion. That angered her more, she turned around her eyes were blazing with fury.
"Since when you listen to everything I say? You have said even worse to me in your anger. Did I go disappear? I was angry or is it only your right over that emotion? I didn't mean a single word!" she slumped on the floor, continuing crying.
"Don't you understand? I am just afraid, I don't know what to believe. You confuse me. You be nice and caring, making me believe in impossible then you trample my heart so easily, you have done it so many times that I'm not sure anymore. I don't know if you are really being nice or if this is another game of yours. I want to believe you..I really do! But I am just scared you could hurt me so easily. I know it's not your fault that Jijaji is angry, I was just scared seeing them fighting, scared if my sister's life is ruined because of me. It's always because of me, everyone's life will be in peace otherwise. I ruined everyone's life! Di's..Jiji's..yours.It was my mistake, I shouldn't have gone to your fashion show mistakenly! I am sorry..I never meant all those things I said to you. I swear," she continued sobbing wrenching his heart.
He was tired of all the games, of all the pretense. He wanted her, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and he wanted her to want the same. He sat down on the floor next to her "Khushi" he whispered apologetically. She raised her head looked at him before she crashed in to him, flinging her arms around him and holding on for dear life. She sobbed in to his chest and clutched at the back of his shirt she didn't make any sense because her face was buried in him. He held her gently, engulfing her in his warm embrace, stroking her hair and whispering that it will all be alright. She shifted her head slightly and he finally heard what she was saying. "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry I didn't mean it" she clutched his face in both her hands and looked in to his eyes desperately wanting him to see that she was sincere. "I never regret meeting you. I never wish you to disappear. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I lost you! I was just upset and showed to you"
"Khushi..it's ok. I know. I won't disappear again, I promise. Shh...stop it now jaan. You are tearing me apart," she controlled her sobs, didn't want to hurt him but he felt her body racking.
He soothed her, rubbed her back and lifted her to the bed. He laid her down and turned around leaving her side. He was loosing his control, he wanted her so badly yet he didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerable state. He couldn't help himself to turn around and look at her again. His black trousers molded every line of his long legs. He wore no waistcoat, no jacket, no tie. His white shirt was open at the throat, his sleeves rolled up. He was frightening, deadly,beautiful.
Slowly, she moved onto her knees, holding his stare. She saw his body trembling slightly. She could feel his need. She knew what he want and she knew if she turned him away now, he probably would never be back. Her heart beat recklessly, dhak..dhak..dhak... Without a word, she held out her hand to him, coaxing. He didn't move.
"Come here," she whispered. "Humari pass ajaye."
His wary stare seemed to size her up; then after a moment, he prowled over to her. He stood beside the bed while she knelt before him in her night suit. He kept his hands at his sides, she saw the longing in his caramel eyes.
"I shouldn't have expected you to have blind faith in me when we both know I don't deserve it," he said tautly. "I will fix everything very soon. Give me some time...Just don't hate me..don't leave me."
She reached up and cupped his strong jaw. He pressed his cheek into her hand, then kissed her wrist.
"Arnavji," she whispered. "I know you will fix everything. You can take all the time you want. I may not sure of many things but I know for sure that I have always felt for you even when you hated me, I want you with me tonight..tomorrow and forever just don't leave me now. I need you."
With a low, strangled moan, he pulled her into his arms, claiming her mouth in an explosive kiss full of primal possession. She surrendered completely, eager, recklessly eager, to give herself without looking back. She waited in breathless anticipation as he unzipped her kameez, dragged it down over her arms, baring her breasts. Within seconds she found herself glory naked in his arms. She tilted her head back with an ardent sigh as he bent to give her open mouth kisses along her swan like neck and dipped his head to her chest. Her skin was cool in the night, but his mouth was scorching hot, sucking hungrily on her nipple. Dazed with passion, she stroked his glossy black hair, watching him. His hand raked her thigh, giving delicious pleasure. She pulled unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it of him, splaying her hands across his muscled back until he came up from her chest, his skin flushed, his hair tousled. She could feel the pounding of his heart as she caressed his splendid chest, then traced the lines of his iron-sculpted arms, her fingers tingling. He left her for a moment and undressed himself, she draped her arms around his neck, she kissed his ear, neck and shoulders until he shuddered and quickly stopped her only to kiss her thoroughly again. Trembling with desire, he eased her on her back, his mouth and hand touched every angle of her body, learning and memorizing every nick and tip. Her heart was thundering, and she felt as though some long pent-up storm in her way was going to burst.
When he withdrew his touch and lifted his head, leaving her incomplete, she thought she was going to die. She watched him in savage need as he loomed over her, then came down planting his hands on either side of her. His face was shadowed as he held her stare, slowly lowering his body down, covering hers. The moment of contact, his muscled weight atop her, was heaven. His face was wet as he sought her mouth and kissed her; she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, he touched her until she was utterly drunk on his touch. Kissing her in soul-deep passion, Arnav caressed her cheek and her hair cradling her head under his gentle hand. For a moment, he paused, gazing down at her in dark longing, his soul laid bare in his glittering eyes-no pretense, no masks left between them. The silent was almost holy with their love.
Held powerless in his enchanter's stare, she whispered his name, her voice was hoarse with need, ran her hands down his satin ' smooth back, pulling him to her. With a low moan, he gave her what she wanted. His kiss was so deep, so overwhelming, she could not even gasp as he paused, then ruptures the fragile barrier of her virginity. Her shocked cry of pain was muffled by his mouth. His every muscle strained around her with his effort to be still until her pain had passed. He did not let her go or even stop kissing her, his hands stroking her face, petting her hair, his silence begging her and ordering her to wait and to be strong until her body accepted him. Gradually, he let her come up for air, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones.
"Relax," he coaxed her in ragged whisper. "Relax for me, jaan. Don't be afraid. It won't hurt if you relax." he kissed her again and again. "You are so beautiful Khushi..my Khushi. There is nothing to fear. You are mine now. Forever. Everything I have is yours. My body, my heart, my name."
"Arnav.." she cupped his face between her hands and kissed him, he loved the sound of his name from her lips, he never knew he had just a beautiful name, he bent his head reverently kissed her shoulders and her chest murmuring love words that made her rigid body soften. He stroked her hair, her arms, her sides and her belly, showering her with light, exquisite kisses his beguiling lips tickling and soft as they nuzzled her skin. Slowly,his gentleness eased her until she felt her body yield of its own violation, taking him more, accepting him. She moaned softly, wrapping her arms around him, "Arnav."
Arnav gazed down at her, lost in his worship of her. He felt redeemed in her surrender. Her ivory skin was flushed, her lashes dusting her high-boned cheeks as she lay languidly enjoying his slow love making. Her dark hair flowed, long and luxurious, over her pillow like silk. He loved her hair. He loved every inch of her. She ran her fingers through his hair, wound her arms around his neck and whispered softly in his ear, "I love you."
He gazed down at her in amazement. "Jaan.." and kissed her. She curled upward and kissed him. He lost all awareness of time as they made love, losing themselves in each other. He shuddered with profound release, feeling as though he flung his entire soul into hers. She went limp with sated pleasure as he held her close to his heart, stroking her hair, waiting for his pulse to slow back to normal. They lay entwined for a very long time, silent, staring at each other. She caressed his face and chest while he memorized every line of her face, twirling a lock of her raven hair around his finger.
"Arnavji.." she whispered at length in the dark. His lips curled into smile. She went back from the wanton nymph who chanted 'Arnav' non-stop just now to his ever proper wife.
"Hmm.." he held her closer.
"Will it be alright?"
With a sleepy smile, he leaned near and kissed her brow. "Sweetheart, everything will be just fine. I promise."
She slept, hugging him close, decided to believe in him no matter what.
Part 8 - His Angel's Love
