'Rann ke reth par rakth se rachi premki daastan'
'A love story written in blood on the sands of the desert'
And today another line was written in blood...this time his blood... I wonder whose blood it will be the next time around...
The show's raw edginess...its fascinating..
Her soft face troubled as her gentle fingers touch the bloodstain..and her fingers get smeared with his blood..n she gazes at her fingers as if in a trance.. n he on the other hand; his fingers are bloodied and gritting his teeth he gets on with cleaning the wound from the bullet..
Contrast of her soft gentleness to his rough ruthlessness... her pale fragility to his dark strength.. her innocent femininity to his masculinity...
Even being solo indoor scenes these carry a certain magic with them... not a word was spoken... yet.. there is a strange draw.. a haunting feel with that soulful haunting music... almost an otherworldly feel... what a beautiful tale this is turning out to be...