When They Stopped RRunning - Page 6

Originally posted by: mozart66

@ Rudra pocketing the memento: This is what's so tragic - that this man has had so little real happiness in his life (at least over the last 15 years) that when he gets one drop, one night of happiness, he hugs it to him, squirrels away the precious memory for the long dark night he's going back to. Enough to bring a lump to my throat!!

SO SO TRUE!! Poor thing! He has already lost that doll to Paro!!

Originally posted by: tvbug2011

Today the CVs gave us a glimpse of what PaRud's life together would be like if they stopped running, dropped all inhibition and pretence and let their feelings out in the open.

And so for the first time we saw the shy, quiet Paro taking charge. Inundating Rudra with words. Free-flowing thoughts that were uttered no sooner than they were formed. Washing over Rudra without pause as he stared fascinated and allowed himself to be swept away...

...On a stream of happy childhood memories - about buses, tamarind, playing cops and robbers. Memories that could have been. Games they could have played as children. Games they were still playing as adults. She'd run away from him like a thief once, twice, and he the cop had found her both times. And then the third time she herself had come to the cop's house. So futile to run from fortune, her fortune! Paro was shaken by a paroxysm of silent laughter at the thought.

Which brought forth an honest-enough reaction from Rudra; she laughed so strangely; so silently. If she didn't make any sound how was he to know if she was laughing in happiness or to hide her sorrow? Because, of course, it was important to know how she really felt.

And Paro, instead of murmuring platitudes, told him straight out that he'd have to work very hard to understand her. He'd have to dive into her heart but minus his hobnailed boots.

That was too much for the Major to decipher in his inebriated state. So he gave up. And focused instead on stopping her strangely-disturbing laughter. Except that his orders no longer worked. What should have made her quail, made her rear up on her knees. And mock him: "Paro stand! Paro sit! When I talk to you look at me!" And even as he tried to wrap his head around this new woman who was dressed in Paro's clothes and looked like her, yet who was nothing like her, she was thrusting her face into his and telling him she would laugh. What would he do about it?

He frowned. But that drove her to yet another bout of laughter. And to more outrageous antics -sprinkling water into his face, again and again and again and crawling away before he could exact retribution. So he crawled right after her and dragged her back with enough force to make her hold on to his shoulder for balance.

And suddenly they were too close. She sitting in the cradle of his body. Wide eyes held captive, as his looked at her from under his lashes. A long, languid look. No laughter now. Just a protest: "don't come so close!.." "Why?" he husked. "Because all the air is gone. How will I breathe?" Her artless reply told him explicitly the effect his nearness was having on her. And stole the air from his lungs. Made him swallow. Made him look at her with new eyes. Made him see the candle-flame flickering in the depths of her wide, unafraid eyes. Made his eyes flick down to her softly-parted lips. And back up to her eyes, now luminous with invitation. An invitation that he had no intention of resisting.

And so he drew in. Closed the gap by inches. Until his face was a breath away from hers. Until she lost her nerve and held her hand before his advancing mouth. So be it. He was too far gone to retreat. To do anything but press on. To touch his lips to her fingers. To deepen that whisper into a bolder statement. That spoke loud and incited an equal response from the other side of the barrier. For a moment, an eternity. Until she slid her hand away. For a heartbeat their lips stayed in place. And then he moved away.

It was disappointment that made Paro run up the stairs. An urge he couldn't name that made the Major bob after her like the pearl on her veil. And justify it as the need to watch over her - because she created chaos wherever she went. So transparent an excuse that Paro treated it to the laughter it deserved. And brought her mouth so close to his that he held his breath. But then she collapsed on his shoulder.

To wake up when he roughly shouldered open the door of a new room, which was patently not theirs. Then Paro surfaced briefly to point out his mistake. But Rudra was staying put. She could go back to their room if she liked, all by herself. A thought that was so appalling that Paro hugged him tight to her and refused to be parted from him for the night. There was no way he could have stopped the smile.

There was more honesty and more happiness to come later when he joined her on the bed and settled her head on a pillow. Paro held on to the arm he'd slid under her head and refused to let go. Clasping it even tighter when he asked her to release him. Drawing yet another smile from him. Driving him to bend and kiss her soft hair as he'd wanted to kiss her mouth earlier but hadn't let himself.

He was drawing up the covers around her and tucking them under her arm when she grabbed his arm, settled it around her waist and wouldn't let go. So he spooned her to him and fell asleep as he wanted to - kissed up along the length of her body.

Another romantic, heart-warming episode today in the honeymoon track. The CVs gave us the tantalising almost kiss we'd been waiting for. And so much more. We got us a new Paro and a new Rudra in a role reversal of sorts. And honest communication - verbal and non-verbal -catalysed by the effects of intoxication. So that finally Paro was able to make herself heard. And so that Rudra knew exactly what Paro wanted and felt and was able to give in to her needs. And finally able to give in to as many of his own as he dared - his need to believe in her love for him; to be warmed by that growing belief; and to relax his hold on his emotions to allow himself to love her in return.

However, come the dawn and we saw both Paro and Rudra slipping back into their old familiar roles. He wresting back the control he'd lost. She regaining all the inhibition she'd jettisoned in the night.

Acting today was superb! Sanaya and Ashish were superlative in their drunken role reversal. Ananya was frightening as the dangerous mother-in-law out to get Mythili and the actress who plays Mythili was convincing in her fear and confusion. Screenplay and dialogues were excellent. 👏👏👏 to the cast and crew for tonight.

Originally posted by: mozart66

Sabs, Sabs, Sabs!!!!!! Hmm...Please pull me back on earth!! I am still floating somewhere in the haven!!!! Not ready to touch down the ground!! What have CVs and you done to me yaar?!!! All I am doing is blabbering incoherently!! During the meeting I almost stumbled and mumbled something out of place!! Embarrassed myself thoroughly!! Love ya sweetie!! Lots of hugs!! 🤗🤗❤️

Today I am an official goner!! Please do not expect anything sensible from me!! I was imagining what naughty Shreya would write, what mush you would come up with, what would be JJKKL, Chamkeeli and ddFan's comments be!! I am not at all disappointed!! Shreya seems to be as much floored by the purity of the whole episode as me and hence I didn't see her naughty posts!! Good going Shreya!

Rudra is a dream man!! The kind to hope for, to die for, to love for life!!! Paro is one lucky girl!!! I don't feel like shredding the perfect episode to pieces today but want to live some more in that fuzzy, warm, cozy, rosy bubble of romance!! Romance of the innocent!! All that is going to remain with me permanently are Rudra's smiles!!! Itsy-bitsy, sly, lopsided, naughty smiles!!!

Sanaya is innocence personified!! Nothing more to add! Ashish on the other hand is a revelation!!! He never ceases to amaze me!! The CVs is doing fantastic job of this serial RR!!!! They have got me hooked!!! Today I have finally, irrevocably, officially fallen in love with this love-story!!!

Originally posted by: tvbug2011

JJKKL,

I don't mind sweet at all - hanging on to every sweet moment they are plating up for us because am pretty sure the bitter is waiting in the wings.

Arre there is only so much I can write that you guys will want to read - I've been trying to get my word count down and def don't want to go over 1500. Don't think anybody has the time for that sort of thing on a weekday. Plus, it was a funny aside, nothing momentous there for me. Yes he lifted her legs and rolled her over, but it was done with as much decorum as he could muster in his drunken uncoordination.

@ Why the Major moved away after she lowered her hand: That on the other hand interests me greatly. It's clear that in that moment of closeness the desire to kiss her flared up again - not so much the quick flare, but a slow burn that built and built, and edged past his defences and tipped over into the kiss.

And Paro was with him every step of the way, until right at the end when she chickened out. Their noses were just about touching, lips a breath away, when she slipped her hand in between. He checked momentarily as soon as he registered her move, her backing off. But was too far gone to pull back and pressed a kiss against her hand instead. And stayed there for a bit with her pressed up on the other side.

And then she dropped her hand. And he opened his eyes and saw her parted lips pouting up to his for a kiss. A moment when he hesitated and stayed still his own lips parted and then he backed off. Ever the gentleman, unwilling to push her into something she was not totally sure about (her hand had made it clear she was not). Unwilling to take advantage of her drunk state. Because he was still in his senses despite his alcohol intake. Because he was still her protector. And this time he'd have to protect her from himself. Because he may not have stopped at one kiss. And because he would have wanted her to be sober when he kissed her, made love to her. She deserved nothing less.

From the logistical side, I don't know if it's been built into either or both Ashish and Sanaya's contracts that they will not kiss. And as far as the story is concerned, they're probably saving up these dhamaakas for a little further down. We've already had the marriage dhamaaka and the dance dhamaaka. I think we'll have to wait a bit for more.

Originally posted by: ArnavKhushijodi

Great post and beautifully written analysis! 👏 Sanaya and Ashish's acting was amazing 👏 and their chemistry was sizzling! ☺️