
Apni aankhon ke samundar mein utar jaane de
teraa mujarim huun mujhe Duub ke mar jaane de
Ai naye dost main samajhuungaa tujhe bhii apanaa
pahale maazii kaa koii zaKhm to bhar jaane de
Aag duniyaa kii lagaii huii bhuj jaayegii
koii aansuu mere daaman pe bikhar jaane de
ZaKhm kitane terii chaahat se mile hain mujhako
sochataa huun ki kahuun tujhase magar jaane de
Apni haathon ki lakeeron mein basa le mujh ko
mai hoon tera to naseeb apna bana le mujhko
[Let me drawn in the ocean of your eyes
I am your culprit hence let me dip and die
My new friend I'll consider you my own as well
But let these wounds heal first of all
The fires world had set would cease
Let a tear of yours fall for me too
How much your love has wounded me
I feel like telling you, but let's leave it
The last one
Let me seep in to the lines on your palm
I am you destiny make me yours...
There had been so many times when they had their gazes locked. While in love those were beautiful moments, but the story started a long back. It had been her eyes that looked past his facade of innocence when he had been the black knight fighting the demons of his past. Oh, what did not he do, to escape those eyes, which made him uncomfortable, which always saw too much. What had not he done, to make sure they were not his undoing.
Tears, brimming in those eyes had brought his walls melting down. They reached his heart and burnt off his resolve of hatred. Sanskar was forced to amend his ways, step out of darkness. Those eyes, shone with light when she forgave him. Those eyes reflected light, that pulled him out of his pits.
Those eyes, lit up with fiery trust, when accusations were hurled at him. There had been warmth enough in those pools to melt away the cold shoulders of his family. Those eyes offered him shelter, gave him strength.
It was those eyes, he had fallen in love with. As he said most correctly...a love that had no aim, no hope, no reason...a love that he himself could not stop. A love that was fated all along.
the eyes which finally saw what her heart was telling all along. that he is her soulmate.
and then they spoke volumes of her love for him.. forever.
All they have to do is..'look' at each other... and the world fades away.
the only thing that lives that moment is .. them.
Swara and Sanskaar.. and SwaSan.


Aaj jane ki zidd na karo
Yunhi pehlu mein baithe raho-yun hi pehlu mein baithe raho
Tum hi socho zara kyu na rokein tumhe
jaan jati hai jab uth ke jate ho tum
tumko apni kasam janejaa baat itni meri maan lo
aaj jane ki zidd na karo..yunhi pehlu mein baithe raho
Waqt ki kaid mein jindagi hai magar
chand ghaddiyan yahi hain jo azaad hain
inko kho kar meri jane-jaan umar bhar na tarasti raho
Aaj jane ki zidd na karo
Yunhi pehlu mein baithe raho-yun hi pehlu mein baithe raho
Those flames of the sacred fire, had witnessed their lives changing so many colors. Most moments of their incredible journey was witnessed by the god of flames.
Remember when, he filled her Maang? There was a lamp with a tiny flame burning in the name of the lotus eyed lord. There were so many eyes, with varying emotions witnessing that moment, but only the flames would have been as pure as what he felt for her. It was no longer guilt, at how her brilliantly lit life was darkened by his wars, it was no longer sympathy one could hardly feel anything of the sort for someone as strong willed as she was. It was not awe either, for Sanskar had felt his far share of astonishment at this delicate soul, which left him with a need to cherish a forever. It was love and he had known it then. She was yet to know.
It had been flames that rose in anger, when his family would not believe how she was the victim and he was the monster. It was the flames that witnessed him confessing all his crimes. It was those flames that heard his confession. When he finally decided he could no longer hold it back. When Sanskar finally confessed he loved Swara.
They had taken pharas not once but twice around these flames. Once it was not the way it was supposed to be, it was left incomplete. The next time, they both promised their life and soul to each other and the flames blessed them...with warmth of love and light of happiness.
It was the same flames that lit the lamps at Diwali. When he said those memorable dialogues, "Math jaao na, main jiunga kaise?"
Fire: as pious as their love.
As fierce as their devotion.. for each other.
As pure as everything their souls stand for... and their love story.


Once upon a time, there were strings of fate tying them together. When they would pass each other, those fragile strands got entwined and brought them closer still. When one used to tug on it, try to move away, the strings would vibrate and the other would know.
Such was when a revenge driven Sanskar vowed that he would never leave Swara (Not in the context it seems to read now) she turned around and asked Ragini who was following her if someone called them. She had heard him, the unvoiced words had reached her soul. The strings had tugged her.
When he stepped to save her from certain death the strings had tugged again, and brought them so close that she saw through him right away. The strings tugged when Ragini pushed her to death, and Sanskar knew something unfortunate had happened with her. How vividly do we remember him searching for her like a man processed?😳
As they decided to fight the evil together, the strings knotted forever. That was way before they had tied the knot; their fates had tied themselves in ways more complicated than the holy vows. Those strings made her accept that she could read his eyes, those strings made her say that he is always the reason of her smile...and made him promise that he will always be. Those strings cut their souls open, when they were pulled apart by circumstances, and their tears had healed those cuts.❤️
The strings of Fate..
The Strings of Mouli.
The Strings of Love.
binding them for a lifetime... and lifetimes to come... together. forever and beyond.
A special mention for a very special symbol which holds a special place in our hearts and this special story: Handkerchief.❤️
. A little note. ...Sindhoor & Tent..
And a Song... Agar Tum Saath Ho..
Defining the Magic called SwaSan for us.
