s o t r u e s a i d b y n i l k i p y a a r m e b a h u t p a i n h o t a h a i
i was continuously crying while and after seeing the epi
today's epi was so so so emotional from start till endđ. the TaaRey scene skipped my heart beatđ
the love for each other was so pure and true.
love- is such a beautifull feeling,it is like being two body and one soul.there is no definition for love yet.love makes us feel complete.but a time comes where love takes our test.it tests our feelings.our emotions,our patience...
Love is the greatest feeling, Love is like a play,
Love is what I feel for you,Each and every day,
Love is like a smile, Love is like a song,
Love is a great emotion,That keeps us going strong,
I love you with my heart, My body and my soul,
I love the way I keep loving, Like a love I cant control,
khair mai bhi kya bakwaas kar rahi hoonđ..kya karoon aaj ka epi dekh k mere tears ruk hi nhi rhe the
the way taani said thst vo rey ko aage badhte hue dekhta chahti hai,peeche nhi...
aur hmara pyar hum dono ko khushi nhi dega...hmare lie yahi acha hai ki hmare raaste alag hođ
(So remember when your eyes meet mine, I love you with all my heart,
And I have poured my entire soul into you, Right from the very start.)
gal ? how strong you are the person who i your life,you said to him like thisđ˛ and rey then đ plzzz mat jao taaniđ oh god! why itni intensity
the way rey broke out before team was like ...(mai to chilla chilla ke roo rahi thiđ)
and then the short taayam scne...huh finally cvs ko yaad to aya ki taayam bhi hain d3 međĄ..it was cute and niceđ
then the surprise given by the team was superb...my taani was smiling
it was like awww to see her..but (mai awww nahi kar payi..i was just crying)
the heart breaking precap no words...
but will see taarey hug after ages
a small poem for taarey love-
Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.
That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Your mother and I had it,
we had roots that grew towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches
we found that we were one tree and not two.