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A storm leaves devastation in its wake ... a storm is impartial in its destruction, no one is spared. The good, the bad, the indifferent ... the desolation spreads among all...
The bride widowed on her wedding day ...
The officer who survives the destruction but loses his men ...
The mothers who lose their children to a cause ... the cause may be just, noble, but death is never noble.
Paro's biggest dream turns to ashes in front of her eyes ... and the fire of destruction was lit by her nemesis, a BSD man.
Rudra loses his men, and one man's mother curses him ... a curse which has already blighted his life since years ... the loss of his mother ... a beautiful woman. And today he sees the destruction around another beautiful woman ...
Sanaya makes you weep with her when she cries ... today Paro wept, screamed with grief, and her screams were chilling ... even the presence of her nemesis in front of her did not freeze her into silence as usual ... her grief, her anguish continued to flow out in her screams ...
And her dazed incoherent mumble as she lay on the cold stone floor chilled further ... as Paro regressed into the depths of her childhood to reassure herself that this was but a bad dream, from which she would soon wake up ...
While Rudra sought to cauterize his physical wounds with alcohol again, but the mental wounds gouged at his soul ... the death of his men ... And the words of the bereaved mother pierced even deeper, as she cursed him with the loss of something he had already lost many years before ... and the always stoic man wept ...
But even as he wept, he knew not, that on the other side of the glass, a woman wept with him ... hand to hand, cheek to cheek ... as lost in her grief as he was in his ...
And when he did see her ... he stepped back in horror and revulsion ... for she was another beautiful woman, and she had caused another storm of destruction ... his father had warned him, he had grown with that warning ... and today he saw that truth in front of his eyes.
And his eyes grow red ... his only mission now to punish this beautiful woman ... as he charges to her prison cell ... and Paro looks up at him ... the hate in his eyes mirrored in her eyes ...
In the meantime, the Thakur enraged with the failure of his mission ... the Thakurain worried only about Paro ... but her worry helpless in front of the Thakur's rage and power ...
The precap is even more chilling ... Paro dragged to the village, in front of the crowd ... threatened to sign away the Thakur's freedom ... and Mamisa asks 'who is this girl?'
And Paro turns to stare at her in dazed astounded disbelief ...
Sanaya was utterly fabulous in the episode ... she makes her audience feel her every emotion. Her screams in the first scene when she sees Varun lying dead were soul stirring ... a woman who has lost everything. And in the starkly bare prison cell, one could feel her anguish, her near hysteria, the depth of the desolation wracking her body.
Ashish was very good too ... his held back emotions as he sees the bodies of his dead men, and listens in stoic silence to the grieving mother's cries, only his eyes showing how affected he is.
The mirror scene was beautifully shot, the poignancy, the anguish palpable on both sides ... both were fabulous there ...
The bride widowed on her wedding day ...
The officer who survives the destruction but loses his men ...
The mothers who lose their children to a cause ... the cause may be just, noble, but death is never noble.
Paro's biggest dream turns to ashes in front of her eyes ... and the fire of destruction was lit by her nemesis, a BSD man.
Rudra loses his men, and one man's mother curses him ... a curse which has already blighted his life since years ... the loss of his mother ... a beautiful woman. And today he sees the destruction around another beautiful woman ...
Sanaya makes you weep with her when she cries ... today Paro wept, screamed with grief, and her screams were chilling ... even the presence of her nemesis in front of her did not freeze her into silence as usual ... her grief, her anguish continued to flow out in her screams ...
And her dazed incoherent mumble as she lay on the cold stone floor chilled further ... as Paro regressed into the depths of her childhood to reassure herself that this was but a bad dream, from which she would soon wake up ...
While Rudra sought to cauterize his physical wounds with alcohol again, but the mental wounds gouged at his soul ... the death of his men ... And the words of the bereaved mother pierced even deeper, as she cursed him with the loss of something he had already lost many years before ... and the always stoic man wept ...
But even as he wept, he knew not, that on the other side of the glass, a woman wept with him ... hand to hand, cheek to cheek ... as lost in her grief as he was in his ...
And when he did see her ... he stepped back in horror and revulsion ... for she was another beautiful woman, and she had caused another storm of destruction ... his father had warned him, he had grown with that warning ... and today he saw that truth in front of his eyes.
And his eyes grow red ... his only mission now to punish this beautiful woman ... as he charges to her prison cell ... and Paro looks up at him ... the hate in his eyes mirrored in her eyes ...
In the meantime, the Thakur enraged with the failure of his mission ... the Thakurain worried only about Paro ... but her worry helpless in front of the Thakur's rage and power ...
The precap is even more chilling ... Paro dragged to the village, in front of the crowd ... threatened to sign away the Thakur's freedom ... and Mamisa asks 'who is this girl?'
And Paro turns to stare at her in dazed astounded disbelief ...
Sanaya was utterly fabulous in the episode ... she makes her audience feel her every emotion. Her screams in the first scene when she sees Varun lying dead were soul stirring ... a woman who has lost everything. And in the starkly bare prison cell, one could feel her anguish, her near hysteria, the depth of the desolation wracking her body.
Ashish was very good too ... his held back emotions as he sees the bodies of his dead men, and listens in stoic silence to the grieving mother's cries, only his eyes showing how affected he is.
The mirror scene was beautifully shot, the poignancy, the anguish palpable on both sides ... both were fabulous there ...
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