Blast from the Past Thread #10, pg 45, epi 113 - Page 86

Originally posted by: BarunDiwani

Originally posted by: Katelyn

Also after watching today's episode, I'm convinced that Khushi felt in her heart that she's engaged to Arnav too. She had the flashback of the bandagement at the temple when Buaji mentioned that the ring finger's vein goes straight to the heart!

Originally posted by: RebeccaDaphne

Amazing thread guys...also he tells her at their re engagement in front of their families, that they have also done this before (bandagement!) so not just Khushi, but Arnav too felt engaged since then! Slimy Shyam didn't put it on the ring finger or at the auspicious time, basically he was just the messenger boy. Shyams interference always brought them closer!

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 115

it was a moment only, a fraction of a second, yet it told an entire story of its own. he turned away, all set to ascend to his ivory tower, and never see her again. and then after a few steps, he stopped. she was being welcomed in by his family, all trying to make her feel better, but her eyes still held an ocean and a half of hurt.

he stopped.

head slightly turned this way as though he just had to. he struggled again, then giving up, slowly turned and looked at her.

a long look. and somewhere along the way the anger in his eyes shifted out a bit, letting something else in.

then it was time to go. he was outta here... or so he wished to convey.

how much of him was there in that little hesitation and capitulation. to feelings he just never ever wanted. yet now they were here, and he was powerless before them. in a state like that what is a man do. he had to fight back. at least that's how he saw the whole thing.

after that the little wordless communication between the two, dense with meaning, a massive conversation, visceral, valid, utter, not the sort where you calmly sit back and say "let's talk." and there is no place for anything remotely akin to "calmly" in all of this.

a long time back, i saw a movie called dr dolittle. i was a kid then, remember laughing hysterically at an animal called push-me-pull-you, that neither lets you move this way nor that. did i detect this animal in that pause of asr's just now? he'd just heard that today was her last day; little eye movements, always telltale, had hinted at the fact that he hadn't thought of that and also some other feeling this news brought on. then there had been mamiji's nasty suggestions as to how to throw a major party to send off phatti saree and di's admonishing words: khushiji has done so much for the fam, without her the dream of seeing chhotey married would remain just that, a dream, we must do something really nice for her.

by this time, his biggest protector, his anger, had walked in, jaws clenched, eyes grew nasty, an outburst looked imminent. he stalked off. and perhaps because he so wanted to see her though he kept saying he didn't, he sat in his castle, face grim, glued to laptop. but peace was elusive.

in no time, thoughts of her. in a beautiful contrapuntal arrangement, dialogues said one thing, visuals showed another. the push-me-pull-you was having a good time. don't think a rich guy was hanging around with your payal clasped to his heart... but here he is, tenderly, reverently, romantically putting the payal around her anklet, taking his time over it, enjoying every moment. doesn't make a difference to me, you don't matter... yet he's getting lost in her, drawing closer to hungrily kiss her pearly trembling lips, that's all, all he wants.

he's telling her these horrible things, her voice is a whisper, struggling to fend off the onslaught... koi matlab nahin... doesn't mean a thing. naniji's voice layers on, how about this pendant for khushi bitiya, today's her last day.

his eyes shut involuntarily. the pain is sharp.

just then la had to walk in, with more talk of khushi's last day. what should i give khushi, now that she's going away, should i give her a la sort of dress after all she taught me her style... i want to teach her la style... what do you think.

slam.

the poor laptop took the brunt of that fury. he stormed out and down those steps to tell everyone what he thought of their idea. this fussing over khushi.

not that the morning had been easy for the girl who never left his mind. though khushi affected an unaffected air and when buaji called her tried to look calm, her mind was on that phone call she'd been asked to make to say goodbye to the raizadas. "nahi hume nahi jana..." no, i won't go she'd said to buaji, i won't go. but didn't she want to? "toh nahi jao..." so don't go, said her aunt. "haan nahi jana... hum kyon jaaye taake phir se woh humse buri tarah se baat kar sake," and like a little lost girl, yeah, not going... then to herself... why should i go so that he can again talk badly to me.

talk badly? the man has insulted her, crushed her emotions, told her she means nothing to him, alleged she's out to catch a rich guy, and all this after he was desperate to be with her. and now she says, talk badly. and she's not looking too convinced about not going to rm also. muttering to herself. oh, she misses him, he misses her, it's real mess. just that the acting is so good and dialogues so measured you want to see how far and how well this can be taken.

just underneath her jhola sits the thing that will again make going to see him easier. his mannat ki chabi.

still she says, as though echoing his words, a nice play of words here, key phrases pulled up like repeated notes in a large long piece of music, giving depth and focus, a sense of continuity... "hume isse koi matlab nahin... hum nahin jaayenge," means nothing to me, i won't go. this despite naniji speaking to her and requesting her to come to rm, if not for her job, then for naniji. naniji had also said "hamesha humra maan rakkha hai... bahut hi achhi ladki hai.," she's always given me respect, a very good girl is our khushi. but she says she won't go.

i wondered how they'd show her changing her mind. i needn't have worried, the pull you was working harder than the push me it seems.

in his anger, he's come rushing down the steps and stands at a point above them. reminds me of an angry wave racing in swift, fierce. the visage though is thin, drawn, pale, looks like he hasn't slept the night. his voice when he speaks is hoarse, rasping, sandy. was this by design or barun wasn't keeping well? it worked perfectly though. after saying the things he had the night before could he have retired to sound sleep?

"di," peremptory, gussa all over the syllable.

"kya zaroorat thi ussko yahan bulane ki," ... decibel rising... "usska kaam yahan khatam ho chuka hai na.. wo iss ghar se jaa chuki hai... aur hamari zindagi se bhi... toh phir kyun bulaya use?" what was the need to call her? her work is done, she's left this house, and our lives, then why, what's the need to call her?

anjali is dumbstruck. why this rough anger suddenly, and such words? she tries to tell him to calm down. matters escalate. he takes it to money, but naturally. she'll come and ask for money for this extra day, a rather crudely put together thought, none of the asr polish. he's losing it again. anjali is livid. reminds me of janmashtami (episode 68), then too he'd felt this pull you and pushed hard with his money insults. that day too, he'd had to look back at her from these stairs (episode 69). the stairs were such a gorgeous place for their love story. so much happened here.

and today, the feelings were at a much higher pitch. the attraction had gone all the way to a predatory walk in the dark with only one clear intent. he'd fought it off desperately, torn all beautiful feelings asunder, leaving a mass of seething, roiled emotions. he went on relentless.

"haan, di, main bhi yahi kah raha hoon, kyunki main bhi pareshaan ho chuka hoon... khushi yeh, khushi woh... bas kijiye." yes, di, i am saying the same thing... i to am tired... khsuhi this, khsuhi that... stop it, please.

with that, he turned, and shhh the gust of wind... he stopped, his eyes registered change, a gash of feelings quickly masked, he knew she was here.

he turned back. she was standing there, tears in her eyes.

a flow of emotions that neither could help any longer, a little chat without words, between heart and heart, gut and gut, skin and skin. convulsive. unstoppable.

she made to leave. and the lady who saw a lot of herself in this refreshing young woman, said "thairiye, khushi bitiya," wait, khushi bitiya, you have come here on my invitation... no need to go because someone else says so.

he swallowed, again those feelings.

she smiled at something la said, his stood watching...

then he decided to let anger rule and turned to surge right back to his den... but as he went up the steps, he just had to. had to stop. let himself turn and look at her. and she had to look at him with all her complaint her hurt in her eyes.

khushi tried to remain calm and accepted the gifts and mamiji's customary insults.

but not asr. everything was too much for him today. when you've been terrible to someone and are not planning to own up, perhaps the conscience plays its own game and makes you suffer as much if not more than the one you inflict pain on?

breaking glass.

and a roar from upstairs. "just shut up... maine juice nahi, coffee mangi thi." just shut up, i asked for coffee not juice? why not juice, i think, because you want her to pour it into your shoe, or you want her to mix coughing powder into it?

like me, poor op had several questions and things to point out, and boy did the poor man named after god who khushi wants to play ankh micholi with get it from the chhotey terror. first a reminder of janmashtami, now the blind man's bluff om prakash. sense of krishna in the air. this too is a rasa of prem, an aspect of love nothing else.

asr is screaming blue murder, poor op tries to place the broken pieces of glass on the table by the pool and clear up the mess, but he is ordered to get out, i said just leave it, dammit.

nani wonders why her grandson is so angry all the time these days. she obviously hasn't noticed a thing. but since the priest comes by, all waft off to get la's horoscope made. this is a traditional household, asr is the only one perhaps who will openly disregard the astrologer's opinion and predictions.

khushi is asked to join them but holds back. she had said she wasn't coming here. but she is here. she had said looking at the key, doesn't mean a thing. apparently, it does.

for some reason it ties her to him. she wanted to return it that first day but he'd refused to take it and said "phenk do." throw it, she hadn't. it stayed in her bag. and the day she'd gone to his home, screamed at him and resigned, she'd come back and found that key in her bag (episode 34) and held on to it, just feeling him, thinking of him, that meeting of theirs.

the key stayed. but today, after what he'd said, she wanted to end this connection. or maybe her gut knew this was the only way too keep it alive. we are contrary creatures. i am sure khushi's conscious being wanted to finish all relations with asr. but are we just our conscious selves?

from the living room, she sees him in his garden... he sees her, but they both turn away. then a change of mind. she will go to him. why khushi? why? i wonder.

and we go into a shyam break. usual putrid games with babuji, today it's chucking medicines day... to coerce khushi into wearing that ring he has bought with the money he's stolen from his wife. charming man. never shouts, never screams. never says get out or koi matlab nahin.

back to poolside.

he feels the gust, he knows what it says...

their first meeting here after the night before.

gruff, shallow voice, tired, hurt, angry, mix of emotions. "chali jaao yahan se.. na tumse baat karni hai... na tumhari shakal dekhni hai..." go away from here... don't want to talk to you... nor do i want to see your face. sounds like a lover's tiff.

"just say bye to everyone and leave."

he has turned away, he is finding the whole thing too difficult to handle.

"hume bhi aap se baat karne ka koi man nahin hai..." even i don't want to talk to you... not submissive and sad, spunky jhalli khushi... "hum sirf yahan aaye the taaki-" i'd only come so that-

he interrupts, "maine kaha na mujhe tumse koi baat nahin karni hai, khsuhi kumari gupta... ek baar kahi hui baat tumhe samajh nahin aati?" told you, didn't want to talk to you... don't you understand what's being said the first time.

"par aap..." but you-

"i said... leave, dammit."

suddenly he turns and he lunges at her, holding her shoulders in a vice like grip. out of control.

long long moment.


and he pushes her away as though all he wants to do is hold her forever... but he can't... a resigned and helpless turn of head.

she falls back, hand on broken glass.

when he turns around after composing himself, she's not there.

"tum abhi yahin ho..." you're still here, half hoping perhaps... "i said..." she's gone.

her dupatta, now her saviour, wraps around her left palm and hides the truth from everyone. she takes her leave with a promise from la to take her to parties and... under the tiger eyes of naniji... also satsang. tears are still making khushi's eyes red.

someone hurries to windows overlooking the entrance, a pair of eyes follow her as she walks out. words will always fail to describe what's in them.

a song from years ago, if you go away on a summer day/then you might aswell take the sun away in my mind. here's shirley bassey singing it, and here's to if you stay.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwGUqx6vngY[/YOUTUBE]

Originally posted by: indi52

episode 115

it was a moment only, a fraction of a second, yet it told an entire story of its own. he turned away, all set to ascend to his ivory tower, and never see her again. and then after a few steps, he stopped. she was being welcomed in by his family, all trying to make her feel better, but her eyes still held an ocean and a half of hurt.

The most appropriate statement of his state of mind.

he stopped.

head slightly turned this way as though he just had to. he struggled again, then giving up, slowly turned and looked at her.

a long look. and somewhere along the way the anger in his eyes shifted out a bit, letting something else in.

then it was time to go. he was outta here... or so he wished to convey.

how much of him was there in that little hesitation and capitulation. to feelings he just never ever wanted. yet now they were here, and he was powerless before them. in a state like that what is a man do. he had to fight back. at least that's how he saw the whole thing.

after that the little wordless communication between the two, dense with meaning, a massive conversation, visceral, valid, utter, not the sort where you calmly sit back and say "let's talk." and there is no place for anything remotely akin to "calmly" in all of this.

very well said. again. whatever was in between them was over, what remnant is acrimony. but is it really over!

a long time back, i saw a movie called dr dolittle. i was a kid then, remember laughing hysterically at an animal called push-me-pull-you, that neither lets you move this way nor that. did i detect this animal in that pause of asr's just now? he'd just heard that today was her last day; little eye movements, always telltale, had hinted at the fact that he hadn't thought of that and also some other feeling this news brought on. then there had been mamiji's nasty suggestions as to how to throw a major party to send off phatti saree and di's admonishing words: khushiji has done so much for the fam, without her the dream of seeing chhotey married would remain just that, a dream, we must do something really nice for her.

by this time, his biggest protector, his anger, had walked in, jaws clenched, eyes grew nasty, an outburst looked imminent. he stalked off. and perhaps because he so wanted to see her though he kept saying he didn't, he sat in his castle, face grim, glued to laptop. but peace was elusive.

People usually hides their weakness behind their anger. this is the strategy my sexy boy has taken now.

in no time, thoughts of her. in a beautiful contrapuntal arrangement, dialogues said one thing, visuals showed another. the push-me-pull-you was having a good time. don't think a rich guy was hanging around with your payal clasped to his heart... but here he is, tenderly, reverently, romantically putting the payal around her anklet, taking his time over it, enjoying every moment. doesn't make a difference to me, you don't matter... yet he's getting lost in her, drawing closer to hungrily kiss her pearly trembling lips, that's all, all he wants.

very well written.

poor Khushi is whirling in vortex of emotions.

he's telling her these horrible things, her voice is a whisper, struggling to fend off the onslaught... koi matlab nahin... doesn't mean a thing. naniji's voice layers on, how about this pendant for khushi bitiya, today's her last day.

his eyes shut involuntarily. the pain is sharp.

just then la had to walk in, with more talk of khushi's last day. what should i give khushi, now that she's going away, should i give her a la sort of dress after all she taught me her style... i want to teach her la style... what do you think.

slam.

the poor laptop took the brunt of that fury. he stormed out and down those steps to tell everyone what he thought of their idea. this fussing over khushi.

not that the morning had been easy for the girl who never left his mind. though khushi affected an unaffected air and when buaji called her tried to look calm, her mind was on that phone call she'd been asked to make to say goodbye to the raizadas. "nahi hume nahi jana..." no, i won't go she'd said to buaji, i won't go. but didn't she want to? "toh nahi jao..." so don't go, said her aunt. "haan nahi jana... hum kyon jaaye taake phir se woh humse buri tarah se baat kar sake," and like a little lost girl, yeah, not going... then to herself... why should i go so that he can again talk badly to me.

talk badly? the man has insulted her, crushed her emotions, told her she means nothing to him, alleged she's out to catch a rich guy, and all this after he was desperate to be with her. and now she says, talk badly. and she's not looking too convinced about not going to rm also. muttering to herself. oh, she misses him, he misses her, it's real mess. just that the acting is so good and dialogues so measured you want to see how far and how well this can be taken.

really intense!

Barun and Sanaya are brilliant, no doubt!

just underneath her jhola sits the thing that will again make going to see him easier. his mannat ki chabi.

that is the only link left.

still she says, as though echoing his words, a nice play of words here, key phrases pulled up like repeated notes in a large long piece of music, giving depth and focus, a sense of continuity... "hume isse koi matlab nahin... hum nahin jaayenge," means nothing to me, i won't go. this despite naniji speaking to her and requesting her to come to rm, if not for her job, then for naniji. naniji had also said "hamesha humra maan rakkha hai... bahut hi achhi ladki hai.," she's always given me respect, a very good girl is our khushi. but she says she won't go.

i wondered how they'd show her changing her mind. i needn't have worried, the pull you was working harder than the push me it seems.

in his anger, he's come rushing down the steps and stands at a point above them. reminds me of an angry wave racing in swift, fierce. the visage though is thin, drawn, pale, looks like he hasn't slept the night. his voice when he speaks is hoarse, rasping, sandy. was this by design or barun wasn't keeping well? it worked perfectly though. after saying the things he had the night before could he have retired to sound sleep?

good observation.

How can he keep in peace after hurting her so much!

"di," peremptory, gussa all over the syllable.

"kya zaroorat thi ussko yahan bulane ki," ... decibel rising... "usska kaam yahan khatam ho chuka hai na.. wo iss ghar se jaa chuki hai... aur hamari zindagi se bhi... toh phir kyun bulaya use?" what was the need to call her? her work is done, she's left this house, and our lives, then why, what's the need to call her?

anjali is dumbstruck. why this rough anger suddenly, and such words? she tries to tell him to calm down. matters escalate. he takes it to money, but naturally. she'll come and ask for money for this extra day, a rather crudely put together thought, none of the asr polish. he's losing it again. anjali is livid. reminds me of janmashtami (episode 68), then too he'd felt this pull you and pushed hard with his money insults. that day too, he'd had to look back at her from these stairs (episode 69). the stairs were such a gorgeous place for their love story. so much happened here.

and today, the feelings were at a much higher pitch. the attraction had gone all the way to a predatory walk in the dark with only one clear intent. he'd fought it off desperately, torn all beautiful feelings asunder, leaving a mass of seething, roiled emotions. he went on relentless.

he is trying to push her away by being extra rude.

"haan, di, main bhi yahi kah raha hoon, kyunki main bhi pareshaan ho chuka hoon... khushi yeh, khushi woh... bas kijiye." yes, di, i am saying the same thing... i to am tired... khsuhi this, khsuhi that... stop it, please.

with that, he turned, and shhh the gust of wind... he stopped, his eyes registered change, a gash of feelings quickly masked, he knew she was here.

he turned back. she was standing there, tears in her eyes.

a flow of emotions that neither could help any longer, a little chat without words, between heart and heart, gut and gut, skin and skin. convulsive. unstoppable.

she made to leave. and the lady who saw a lot of herself in this refreshing young woman, said "thairiye, khushi bitiya," wait, khushi bitiya, you have come here on my invitation... no need to go because someone else says so.

he swallowed, again those feelings.

she smiled at something la said, his stood watching...

then he decided to let anger rule and turned to surge right back to his den... but as he went up the steps, he just had to. had to stop. let himself turn and look at her. and she had to look at him with all her complaint her hurt in her eyes.

His words are too excruciating. He wants to hate her and she also. But their hearts are not allowing them to hate each other.

khushi tried to remain calm and accepted the gifts and mamiji's customary insults.

but not asr. everything was too much for him today. when you've been terrible to someone and are not planning to own up, perhaps the conscience plays its own game and makes you suffer as much if not more than the one you inflict pain on?

breaking glass.

and a roar from upstairs. "just shut up... maine juice nahi, coffee mangi thi." just shut up, i asked for coffee not juice? why not juice, i think, because you want her to pour it into your shoe, or you want her to mix coughing powder into it?

like me, poor op had several questions and things to point out, and boy did the poor man named after god who khushi wants to play ankh micholi with get it from the chhotey terror. first a reminder of janmashtami, now the blind man's bluff om prakash. sense of krishna in the air. this too is a rasa of prem, an aspect of love nothing else.

asr is screaming blue murder, poor op tries to place the broken pieces of glass on the table by the pool and clear up the mess, but he is ordered to get out, i said just leave it, dammit.

nani wonders why her grandson is so angry all the time these days. she obviously hasn't noticed a thing. but since the priest comes by, all waft off to get la's horoscope made. this is a traditional household, asr is the only one perhaps who will openly disregard the astrologer's opinion and predictions.

khushi is asked to join them but holds back. she had said she wasn't coming here. but she is here. she had said looking at the key, doesn't mean a thing. apparently, it does.

for some reason it ties her to him. she wanted to return it that first day but he'd refused to take it and said "phenk do." throw it, she hadn't. it stayed in her bag. and the day she'd gone to his home, screamed at him and resigned, she'd come back and found that key in her bag (episode 34) and held on to it, just feeling him, thinking of him, that meeting of theirs.

the key stayed. but today, after what he'd said, she wanted to end this connection. or maybe her gut knew this was the only way too keep it alive. we are contrary creatures. i am sure khushi's conscious being wanted to finish all relations with asr. but are we just our conscious selves?

True, but her heart says differently. So after so much humiliation she keeps coming to him and his family.

from the living room, she sees him in his garden... he sees her, but they both turn away. then a change of mind. she will go to him. why khushi? why? i wonder.

I also wonder why!

and we go into a shyam break. usual putrid games with babuji, today it's chucking medicines day... to coerce khushi into wearing that ring he has bought with the money he's stolen from his wife. charming man. never shouts, never screams. never says get out or koi matlab nahin.

cause he is cool blooded murderer,slither snake. who doesn't make noise but attack silently.

back to poolside.

he feels the gust, he knows what it says...

their first meeting here after the night before.

gruff, shallow voice, tired, hurt, angry, mix of emotions. "chali jaao yahan se.. na tumse baat karni hai... na tumhari shakal dekhni hai..." go away from here... don't want to talk to you... nor do i want to see your face. sounds like a lover's tiff.

"just say bye to everyone and leave."

he has turned away, he is finding the whole thing too difficult to handle.

"hume bhi aap se baat karne ka koi man nahin hai..." even i don't want to talk to you... not submissive and sad, spunky jhalli khushi... "hum sirf yahan aaye the taaki-" i'd only come so that-

he interrupts, "maine kaha na mujhe tumse koi baat nahin karni hai, khsuhi kumari gupta... ek baar kahi hui baat tumhe samajh nahin aati?" told you, didn't want to talk to you... don't you understand what's being said the first time.

"par aap..." but you-

"i said... leave, dammit."

suddenly he turns and he lunges at her, holding her shoulders in a vice like grip. out of control.

long long moment.


and he pushes her away as though all he wants to do is hold her forever... but he can't... a resigned and helpless turn of head.

she falls back, hand on broken glass.

when he turns around after composing himself, she's not there.

"tum abhi yahin ho..." you're still here, half hoping perhaps... "i said..." she's gone.

her dupatta, now her saviour, wraps around her left palm and hides the truth from everyone. she takes her leave with a promise from la to take her to parties and... under the tiger eyes of naniji... also satsang. tears are still making khushi's eyes red.

she always hides her pain from the world and his guilt too.Our Khushi is truly an angel.

someone hurries to windows overlooking the entrance, a pair of eyes follow her as she walks out. words will always fail to describe what's in them.

My sexy boy is too complex! he pains her and absorbs more pain than her.

a song from years ago, if you go away on a summer day/then you might aswell take the sun away in my mind. here's shirley bassey singing it, and here's to if you stay.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwGUqx6vngY[/YOUTUBE]

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha

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ARSHI"S INDEX

EPISODE 113-PART 114

Diwali'.Part 5

[Tu hi Bata mere Maula -4^th time]

What a night where darkness is prevailing inside and outside the door.Inside she is facing the wrath to say yes for a deceit who is waiting for her with open

arms . Outside her heart is awaiting with his eyes who are not ready to leave her tonight at any state'..at any cost

very well said.

truly what a night.

both are in the turbulent ocean of pain.

na paas aa sakain hain.na door ja sakain,'Raba'..

Arnav with debility"tumne gadi mein chhor diya tha,"[you left it in the car]. He came back with her wallet but why..Khushi with bafflement'with questions .why is he here again ?

Pause here:This is the wallet which she is going to clutch tightly later as she is clutching on him...

good observation

He hands her the wallet, eyes dark ,cold but still with a flicker of firmness "tumne gadi mein chhor diya tha... "

Khushi like a statue,no words''.while Buaji intervenes and calls him in vehemently like her own son"babua'andar aao na "[come in son]He will be loving and caring her later like her own son...

true. buaji and Arnav will share a special bonding later.

Here he is first time meeting her father,the most important person in her life.His concerns for her family leaving another "nahin understand " moment in her mind .He bids good bye after saying "happy Diwali". He gets another convulsion "Nahin amma inhain meetha mana hai"[he can't have sweets] from Khushi's concerns for him.[hubby and wifey talk]What a night where in this dark Diwali the light of their love is still flickering .They share their moment quietly.Another ritual is done ,groom in his in laws for the first Diwali.

pondering point. never thought like that.

His gazes are still refusing her sight'."shukriya..." [thank you ]she said... in tension. , she's perturbed and disarrayed within as you can feel this discomfort in each of her move here'''[it felt she was thankful for him to come back]
"humara batwa lautane keh liye..." [for returning my purse]

He stops, clenches his jaws as he had enough of her resilience against his wrath and every move of her tonight is bubbling his lava to erupt and this is the last straw in it.He wants to break her to keep his shell on even its shattered one.My heart goes down when he turned with his stone exterior behind of which a king , a young man wants to embrace her queen in his arms for eternity but he is on a mission to hate her as much as he can to get his control back and he got another reason to distend here''[just want to hug these both]

their pain is too unbearable .

"apni cheezain yahan wahan chorne ki aadat hai tumhain. jaise apni payal mere pool par chori thi... tumhari payal mere paas thi iss baat ka koi galat mattlab mat nikal laina... yeh mat sochna eik amir adami tumhari payal ko apne seene se laga kar baitha tha...Mujhe in sab se koi fadak nahin padta"

Translation:stop leaving your things her and there like you left your payal by my poolside, don't take any wrong meaning of it that some rich was holding it near to his heart ,it has no meaning for me and that is the last nail in the coffin.[My heart breaks in million pieces with her as her first love who made her feel which she never did before is telling her all this that she is nothing '..]

same here. i was crying sobbing while watching the scene

Khushi in abhorrence and revulsion with baffling around his concerns,care , and delicacy while not letting her out of his sight the whole night ,putting her payal on her and above all luring his electable lips near hers''"Koi Matlab Nahin Hai"[has no meaning] by emulating ASR'..

Arnav like an ankle biter going in for ruthless and intimidating way to kill her innocent spirit,""shayad tumhare liye hoga..." '"tumhain toh laga hoga keh tumhari zindagi ban gayey." '.."mere liye uss baat ki, ya tumhari... koi ahmiyat nahin hai."

Translation: maybe for you it is.. you must have thought your life is set now. But For me neither you nor that thing has any importance.Here is proving her "haan nahin hai Dil ASR keh seene mein'"[ASR does not have any heart]

Sad Raba Ve slides in to increase the pain'..to intensify her sudden reaction in her rejection "meant nothing" by the very first man who meant everything to her.

Pause here:He still did not give any answer of her questions or that is his Shatir Diamg came up with in her questions so he can tell her you and your payal has no meaning even if I did all of what my heart compelled to do at that momet.

Raba Ve changes to Tu hi bata mere Maula[fourth time as this is the new beginning of new phase of their life]'.

Khushi in tears jerks up by his slamming door.Her tears makes him "kamzore" but he is the reason of these scattered pearls all the time.

can't agree more.

PONDERING CONNECTING DOTS: He will make this whole world pay for her tears Shyam,Dadi,Garima and more and will do what ever will it take to bring her smile back''."bas yehi tou mein chahta tha keh eik bar tumhare chehre peh smile aajaye"[I just wanted a smile on your face] '..all the way "humara eik aansoo aap keh dil ko hazar bar chot pohnchahta hai"''Har bar[my each tear hurt your heart.Arnav'every time]

It's good that we already saw the future. It was really unbearable when first time we watched the episode.

I can't bear Khushi's pain. She is too special for me.

she is almost my age yaar.

Her clutching her wallet shows how strongly she is still clutching on Arnav'.'..
Her ambling ,holding and sitting every move tells stance of her broken and shattered state even which turned into completely break down when Payal reminds her about lost anklet'.

Khushi in mortifying state"uss baat ka koi matlab nahin tha, jiji."[It means nothing jiji]

She ran into her room ,locked Tu hi bata BG scores high notes in her convulsion state.Khushi with excruciating pain by hugging herself with endless tears, which are rolling down without control monotonously'..[ I feel like hugging her badly]

me too. but poor girl couldn't share her sorrow with anybody.

Gar pyar in ko kheeche takrar in ko roke'Raba'

Arnav roaming around aimlessly like a stone figure pretending without heart but her pearly face is roaming over and over in front of his eyes pulling him in the vortex of love and hate as pyar and takrar'tu hi bata mere maula in the BG intensifies to bring these two who neither can live with each other nor stay away from each other .Her sniveling is unbearable as it always make him "kamzore"''as he halts the SUV by closing his eyes leaning his head backward in his turbulent state as there is no way to run for Arnav Singh Raizada this time as he can't hide anymore from the pain he caused her''[I want to hug him too so he can let it go]

beautifully written!👏

you want to hug him! I'm harrumphing. just kidding. i know, you you want to comfort him.😆

Raba''Iss pyar ko kya naam doon

He just refused to enter this paradise which Khushi created for him with arousing yet beautiful feelings like roses to enter which he crushed today with his own thorns .

PONDERING CONNECTED DOTS: He will be cherishing the rose of Khushi and will learn to just crush Thorn [Dadi and Shyam]not Rose in the garden of love by his mother's guidance.He will come to her to keep her for eternity.

he will do so much to rectify his mistakes. but still I think his redemption is not enough. Specially for the behavior what he did with Khushi after the contract marriage.

He remembered how her pearly tears were shedding and falling from her eyes during the announcement of his engagement' intention to marry la then her embracing la and her teary and questioning look at him, eyes were moist,only her tears just tears which are making Mighty ASR "kamzore" [weak] yet "Arnav Singh Raizada ko kissi larki se koi Fadak nahi padta"[Not a single girl matters to him]

One side A man who just broke her in million pieces but can do anything for her life her father and her family and other side the other man who is playing deceitful games with her Sita like wife and is ready with his slouchy games tonight to sting this middle class family's honor and above all can manhandle and use a poor father as a weakest link to get what he wants "to play with the honor of a young girl "if she will not accept his marriage proposal .

Shyam is a heinous criminal. He makes me spew everytime with his filthy act.

She is hurt and can't see the truth behind father's hurting eyes or may be it's written that way '..as Buaji's pressure is increasing with her blackmailing on an orphan regardless of Garima and Payal's intervention once in a while but the Lava which was building up this night flows up with the sense of responsibility towards its family especially towards Babuji'..

She remembered the payal and his reverberating words ""mujhe iss sab se koi farq nahi padta, [doesn't mean a thing"] she finally retreats and gives in.

theek hai" 'hum tayar hain"[ok I'm ready]

Pause here:Love this girl and her "himmat"[courage] she is full of flaccidity and resiliency as her heart is broken but not determination and strength.She is Khushi not for name's sake only.In my POV if he did not announce his engagement with La ,she would never said yes either no matter what .For her he is another woman's man now''

can't agree more.Arnav indirectly responsible for her engagement with Shyam.

Here we can close those six circles "chakravyuh " [which I discussed in 109] as Khushi put herself in it and all those relations will shape up according to that.One man's complexity is pushing everyone's life up side down but may be this is "Bhagiya" Fate which will bring a lot of devastation in their lives and that day Arnav Singh Raizada will realize he can't write Fate by himself'..but before it Khushi will give her reminder as a warning during her bandagement "aap ka haath pakad keh likhwaya hai'.."but he will not listen to it regardless he will be in the Mandir'.BUT HE IS THE ONE who will bring Khushi out of it and will place each relation to its place but together having her hand in his '''

very well said again.👏

What a night?Two young people flushed with their immense love and care for each other but ended up in tears for each other ..

Arnav said yes to run away from love to keep his beliefs "not a single girl matters to me'.means nothing to me"

Khushi said yes to run away from that belief which means nothing to her now for which she was going against her family and saying No to Shyam'..The reason of Her Dhak Dhak which means nothing now as she got the answer of "nahin understand" in her version'..

A deceit has won just because truth was not faced and embraced by one man but in between these two a PURE pearl has been muddled and scared'..

Two parallel scenes where two sisters know something is wrong with their siblings.

Anjali,"your eyes can't lie to me'Why do I feel that you are not happy"

"kahin tumne yeh faisla jaldbaazi mein toh nahin liya na?" you didn't make hasty decision , did you, asks di.

He stumbles with those luscious lips in his mind which are still lingering their thirst in her conscious.He has no answer '.

"chhote, hume batao... tum khush toh ho na?" chhotey, tell me, you are happy arent't you?

He turns around as always he does that during running from the truth.

"of course, di." Liar liar heart on fire'..can't even act prpoerly

"main khush hoon." [I am happy.] His Di's happiness is more important but today it doesn't seem that important'.

Di is happy and yes when chat is about wedding so Jijaji will be peeking in'.."chote, jab faisle dimag se nahin dil se liye jaate hain na, tou sab accha hota hai." [chhotey, when decisions are taken with heart and not from the brain, then all goes well. ] .hmm'...

Pause here:So you think your decision by your heart is right'.you are so not there nave girl'..Your scoundrel hubby is lusting over others behind your heart my dear'.

In life heart and brain plays role together that's why Khushi with heart and Arnav with Brain goes together and it shows the importance of both.

Other sister with concerns,"tumne yeh faisla dil se liya hai na?" you've taken this decision from the heart, haven't you? Payal asks khushi.

Jiji, I have decided now, and did you see how happy everyone was and that is important for her more than her own happiness'.

"aur tum?" and you, Payal abides by with her concerns.

Khushi with pain behind her mask trying to hide but Payal keeps drilling with questions, are you sure? '..didn't you take any hasty decision, did you?

And that took khushi to the memories of the poolside with her anklets, where she has this new experience with the man of her Dhak Dhak'

Khushi with her brain<"kuch cheezain bas yoonhin ho jaati hai... bina soche... bina samjhe..."
[certan things just happen like that, without thinking or making sense...]

Payal does not pay attention and talks about her engagement... and Khushi abhorrently hears him announcing, "hum shadi kar raha hain..." [I am marrying with La]

She with excruciating pain within sees him with La but he is looking at her why? And that confuses her more'
Rabba vey rubs in with his reverbrating words "you mean nothing to me"
She answers payal with firm tone ,"whatever has happened, I am ready to forget it" and that is Khushi's trait unlike ASR who has just anger on his nose...

Symbolism and connection: She is unaware of his reality as you remember her reflection in his room while he was coughing as she was not looking at the mirror..delusional judgement ..if she knew she will take care of him by herself and she will do that by smacking his face [love that part]

Khushi is determined to move on,"anyway, i am not going there any more."which makes Payal confuse'

Khushi ,"Devi Mayya hain na, woh sab sanmbhal lainngi. [DM will take care of everything."]

Pause here:How badly she needs alone time with her mother DM who is always there for her 'One day Devi Mayya will make him to be "Hamesha Sanbhalta rahoonga"

What a night ?The night which ends with despair on both sides under the stars with their parents along with their hearts who can feel it and know better now and one day she will command and he will obey with big SMILE''and with that message this night is prevailing to its end''..What a Diwali?...

good days will come for this two soul mates. that is the only hope remained after this dreadful night.

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