The fire burnt everything around down to ashes, except their own egos. That fire, lit in their hearts, evoked and reflected through their piercing eyes, boring into each others, melting them, burning them, only to grow back from those ashes..Ranting. It doesn't seem to work today, Coz I just got BURNT, and the only thing I could give is Fire.
That scene had everything. The passion. Passion of being desired and being wanted by each other. The hurt. Hurt of getting hurt yet again. The fire, The fire that could burn down every single vein in their bodies leading to their hearts and souls only to ignite it back, The closeness. Closeness to each other only to get more close. The intensity. The intensity of their hearts beating in same rhythms. The anger. The anger of being not able to get away from each other, even after every nerve wanting to do the same,
or is it their own egos?
An ego bigger than their heart's voice. Bigger than their soul's touch. Bigger than the fire. Bigger than the things their want. Bigger than their desires.
He blocked her as soon as she came close to her, never wanting to do that, still doing it. He was hurt. He was angry. He was burning. He was withering in pain which caused his every muscle to make her close to her in any way he wants. He questioned her. The questions he wants the answers for, the questions which remain unanswered for her. He saw her being hurt, but it was not bigger than the hurt he was going through. He saw her struggling, but that struggle was nothing in front of his struggle against being with her. He saw her pain, a pain not bigger than the ache his heart was having.
He can't see the hand he is holding now, is paining her, which was being held by someone else so lovingly. He can't accept anyone holding her the way he wants to hold her. He can't see the one he loves whole heartedly, is not even half heartedly. He couldn't believe it was hurting her to holding the same hand. He was torn, angry. ripped, hurt, pained.
She was shocked, stunned. She was blocked in her tracks by HIM. She lost the senses for a moment of being so close to him. The proximity, which was strangely doing strange things to her for the first time. She was a little confused, not hurt or angry. She din't say instantly to leave her, first, instead she questioned why is he holding her? She wanted to know the reason, why so much anger? Not from him but from herself. Why he was being so dangerously close? Why he was not looking as dangerous he usually looks. Why he was looking hurt today. Why he was asking these stupid questions. What does it mean to him? The way he is holding, why is it suddenly becoming a little secured? Why I don't want to go off of his hold, suddenly?
"Chhodiye mera haath Aahil, mujhe takleef ho rahi hai"
"Kyun? Tab takleef nahi hui jab Rehaan ne pakda tha?Ya he is allowed?"
What?!! What did he just say? Was he..no no! He couldn't be. How can he?! He doesn't even have feelings. He is just being mean to me, to hurt me, to pain me, to again discomfort me. But. But..his eyes. It suddenly looked more deeper, with rage, an undefinable rage. A rage so deep, it could make ocean dry. Why was he doing this? Was he..JEALOUS?!!
"Kya? Kya kaha aapne?"
"Kya kar rahi thi tum Rehan ke sath? Kaha gayi thi?"
"Aapko kya farak padta hia mai kya karu kaha jaun kiske sath jaun? Mia hun hi kaun aapki?"
He leaves her. She is right. It doesn't matter to her, it shoudn't matter to me too. Why am I even so bothering about the whole fact of Nikah. This doesn't mean anything. She doesn't mean anything to me, I don't mean anything to her. Then why she said "Main aapki biwi hoon Aahil?"..
"Aapko jalan ho rahi haina?"
"What?! Kya kaha? Mai, mujhe aur jalan?!"
How could she?! Jealous?! No I am not! I am not jealous. Why would I be jealous? What does she think of herself? Its just that I can't see he with anyone like that! That close to someone else! That close which I want to be! Because I love her, can't she just see that? Does he have to bring these stupid questions again? Can't she just get these things off her mind. She doesn't mean anything about this. Then...?? And then the ego of him took him over
"Mujhe jalan? Kyu? Jba nikha ka hi matlab nahi hai to jalan kis bat ki? Tumhe bhi pata hai ye nikah majboori ka nikah hai."
"Majboori han? Han aap mujh jesi ganv ki ladki se nkah majboori mein hi karenge haina? Yeh sab aapke liye sirf ek natak hai haina?"
She doesn't understand. She can never understand why I married her. She can never understand why I still long for her, she can never understand why I still can't get the fact she din't marry me only for money...
"Aur tumhare liye?"
He can't just say like that! Was it really a majboori for him? Then what was all that dance for? That things he said in front of lawyer. Was he just acting all along? Is this really a fake nikah for him? Is he really so oblivious to me. Does he really doesn't care and matter..Why would he?!
"Kyunki mai aapki un ladkiyon jesi nahi hu. Jo angrezi mein khit pit kar rahi thi. Janbujh kae aapke sath dance krana chahti thi. Un jesi ladkiya haina?"
He looked at her. Suddenly all anger gone, all hurt and pain was somewhat subsided due to this momentary sign of her being mattered. The relief in his eyes was more than anything he could have asked for. That hint of a smile on his lips with the way she was cribbing about. Was she..was she...JEALOUS?!
"Tumhe jalan ho rahi haina?"
"M.m..main. M mujhe mujhe kyu jalan hogi?"
No! I am not jealous any bit! I can't! What does he think about himself? Its just that I can't see him dancing like that with them.
AFTER ALL WE ARE MARRIED NOW.
"Hatiye Aahil, mujhe jane dijiye"
He blocks her again and grabs her wrist pulling her close. They have to make this like a drama after all.
Well. It is back to square one again. They are so close to confess still not even close.
Its not my usual rant. Its the intensified rant, 😆
Edited by Prags_Sociopath - 11 years ago