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Where to start today ... with the last scenes, the shadows of the past that hang heavy over both Rudra and Paro? Shadows that cast a heavy darkness over their present too ...
Or with the first few scenes ... the tender budding of new emotions, unfurling their delicate petals under the light of a hot desert sun ... two pairs of hazel eyes meeting again in the mirror ... words unspoken, emotions as yet unfamiliar, stirring in two wounded souls ...
Both are quiet, both are reticent, sparing of words ... keeping their thoughts imprisoned inside their hearts ... he is an emotionless soldier, his only relative his father ... she is a dutiful obedient daughter soon to be married to another.
Because you are his, and he is yours ...
His man tries again, overruled ... 'drop the girls home.'
And two pairs of eyes meet again in a mirror ... meet and cannot look away ...
Till Rudra breaks contact again ... and Paro meets her old friend Rukmani the butterfly (or her great-great-great-great granddaughter 😛)
Back in the haveli ... the Rajmata is very fond of Paro, like a daughter, it seems ... and is as bitter with the BSD as her husband.
And Paro touches a blood stain on her sleeve ... his blood ... a soft touch, a caress ... a memory, a man running to save her bag, then running back to save her ...
While Rudra cauterises his wound with alcohol ... and drinks the rest .. is he too, remembering ...?
Bindi is all praises for the new BSD officer, Thakur-sa is not pleased at all ... he hates the BSD!!!
Rudra investigates the dead man ... he's an infiltrator from across the border.
Cutting, biting words for his junior ... you must be tired chasing two girls? And you let the main culprit run away. Go rest.
That officer must have shrivelled up in his shoes!
Memories of the past ...Paro's maami finds her mother's wedding lehnga for Paro ... and asks about her doll. Paro says she gave it away ... and she remembers the crying boy in the bus.
Rudra remembers his father ... bitter, harsh, still twisted in his memories of his unfaithful wife ... his refusal to come back to the place she betrayed him ... as long as Rudra's mother's eyes look at him, from Rudra's face, he can't forget his wife.
And by not forgetting, he doesn't allow his son to forget either ... beautiful women are not to be trusted ...
Both men trapped in the shadows of their past ... a betrayal one cannot forget, and does not allow the other to forget.
And Paro trapped in the nightmare that is her past ... a nightmare that she can't escape from, no matter how much she tries ... a nightmare reinforced today by another BSD man and another fire ... another day that almost brought destruction into her life ... the man's face lingers in her memory ... is this fire saviour or destroyer?
Or with the first few scenes ... the tender budding of new emotions, unfurling their delicate petals under the light of a hot desert sun ... two pairs of hazel eyes meeting again in the mirror ... words unspoken, emotions as yet unfamiliar, stirring in two wounded souls ...
Both are quiet, both are reticent, sparing of words ... keeping their thoughts imprisoned inside their hearts ... he is an emotionless soldier, his only relative his father ... she is a dutiful obedient daughter soon to be married to another.
Yet why did Rudra stop and turn at the mention of Paro's marriage? Why did Paro caress his blood on her sleeve?
The episode - starts with the last scene of yesterday, Paro stands frozen by the fire, horrified at the sight of her nightmare coming to life, so horrified that she can't move a muscle ... frozen to the spot despite the heat of the fire ...
and Rudra comes running back for her , vaulting over the wall of flames, just in time to catch her as she faints into his arms ...
(SN - how can a person faint standing? Not possible!!!)
And he stands for a long moment, transfixed by the delicate beauty in his arms ...
dil ki dhadkan sooni sooni
saansein bhi adhoori
aadha aadha mile to hove
kamiyan saari poori
Rahe kyun rootha rootha, man basiya
Rangrasiya rangrasiya
Rangrasiya rang jaave rang rang ne sapnon mein rangrasiya
Till his men drive up and he carries her away from the fire to safety ... revives her with water with a worried Bindi ... stops his men from questioning her ... orders that she be dropped safely home ... Rudra, the protector.
And as she opens her eyes, the first person she sees is him ... unblinking, direct, his gaze on her, hers on him ... till he turns and walks away ...
Bindi tries to explain ... they were only carrying byah ...
Whose byah?
Paro ka byah ...
And he turns ... and looks at her again ... a question in his eyes ... as though asking ...your byaah? how can you ...?
And she looks down ... as though in apology ... yet with a tiny frown, as though asking herself, why am I sorry? Why is he angry?
The episode - starts with the last scene of yesterday, Paro stands frozen by the fire, horrified at the sight of her nightmare coming to life, so horrified that she can't move a muscle ... frozen to the spot despite the heat of the fire ...
and Rudra comes running back for her , vaulting over the wall of flames, just in time to catch her as she faints into his arms ...
(SN - how can a person faint standing? Not possible!!!)
And he stands for a long moment, transfixed by the delicate beauty in his arms ...
dil ki dhadkan sooni sooni
saansein bhi adhoori
aadha aadha mile to hove
kamiyan saari poori
Rahe kyun rootha rootha, man basiya
Rangrasiya rangrasiya
Rangrasiya rang jaave rang rang ne sapnon mein rangrasiya
Till his men drive up and he carries her away from the fire to safety ... revives her with water with a worried Bindi ... stops his men from questioning her ... orders that she be dropped safely home ... Rudra, the protector.
And as she opens her eyes, the first person she sees is him ... unblinking, direct, his gaze on her, hers on him ... till he turns and walks away ...
Bindi tries to explain ... they were only carrying byah ...
Whose byah?
Paro ka byah ...
And he turns ... and looks at her again ... a question in his eyes ... as though asking ...your byaah? how can you ...?
And she looks down ... as though in apology ... yet with a tiny frown, as though asking herself, why am I sorry? Why is he angry?
Because you are his, and he is yours ...
His man tries again, overruled ... 'drop the girls home.'
And two pairs of eyes meet again in a mirror ... meet and cannot look away ...
Till Rudra breaks contact again ... and Paro meets her old friend Rukmani the butterfly (or her great-great-great-great granddaughter 😛)
Back in the haveli ... the Rajmata is very fond of Paro, like a daughter, it seems ... and is as bitter with the BSD as her husband.
And Paro touches a blood stain on her sleeve ... his blood ... a soft touch, a caress ... a memory, a man running to save her bag, then running back to save her ...
While Rudra cauterises his wound with alcohol ... and drinks the rest .. is he too, remembering ...?
Bindi is all praises for the new BSD officer, Thakur-sa is not pleased at all ... he hates the BSD!!!
Rudra investigates the dead man ... he's an infiltrator from across the border.
Cutting, biting words for his junior ... you must be tired chasing two girls? And you let the main culprit run away. Go rest.
That officer must have shrivelled up in his shoes!
Memories of the past ...Paro's maami finds her mother's wedding lehnga for Paro ... and asks about her doll. Paro says she gave it away ... and she remembers the crying boy in the bus.
Rudra remembers his father ... bitter, harsh, still twisted in his memories of his unfaithful wife ... his refusal to come back to the place she betrayed him ... as long as Rudra's mother's eyes look at him, from Rudra's face, he can't forget his wife.
And by not forgetting, he doesn't allow his son to forget either ... beautiful women are not to be trusted ...
Both men trapped in the shadows of their past ... a betrayal one cannot forget, and does not allow the other to forget.
And Paro trapped in the nightmare that is her past ... a nightmare that she can't escape from, no matter how much she tries ... a nightmare reinforced today by another BSD man and another fire ... another day that almost brought destruction into her life ... the man's face lingers in her memory ... is this fire saviour or destroyer?
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