Hey guys...i so badly wanted a scene where Angad breaks down (and Sah comforting him) due to the emotional and physical trauma he underwent in jail and outside the jail. The makers of course gave a decent breakdown scene of Angad...but I had envisaged it in another way...just because I felt VJ has the skill to pull off a highly emotional scene. But the scene was written in another way...anyway here's my take on Angad's breakdown..and his retrospection..PART 1
A helpless Angad looked on as his mother crashed to the ground. Every tear that his mother shed pierced through his heard like sharpened spears, yet he couldn't even flinch. What was happening to him? What was he to do? Should he go hug his mother? Should he not? He wondered.
"Maybe not" he decided as his father went forward and pulled her into a tight embrace. Together they wept.
Angad looked on...he wanted to weep along with them. Why wasn't he able to? What was he feeling now? He felt incapable... he probably wasn't meant to be the son of the Brars. But what else? He wasn't able to label them. He was feeling something yet nothing.
The day's events rushed into his mind. His Daarji's heartbroken face, and Yash's vindictive pleasure. Garry sitting on the helm of the empire that he and his Daarji built with love, passion and years of toil.
Angad felt a lump in his throat. It ached and burned. He took a step back.
He thought of Sahiba, his young wife. The hurdles she faced for him,...just for him. Her teary eyes and her determined soul. He remembered how his lady finally shed the skin of strength and resilience and broke down with tears of happiness and relief upon getting him bail. He could feel her whole body shivering when she had pulled him into a tight hug. He had then realized how much that wonderful woman had endured because of him...
Another step back.
His woman did go through hell for him. He thought of the day before, when she was bold enough to trespass the police station's confinements and bring him a warm quilt to protect him from the gush of excruciating cold winds ....that seeped through the crevice of the shapeless large bricks of his cell.....the cell....l....the dark eerie cell....Angad flinched.
He could hear his own cries as the cane struck his cold feet mercilessly. He had prayed to Babaji to give him strength as the Inspector slapped his face hard and dug the lathi into his stomach...He could hear her shout " Sign the papers" before she pushed his bruised face into ice cold water...he wanted to yield...he wanted to....coz what was he now? a fraud? ...no..no he wasn't ...no he wouldn't yield....as he was pulled back he could feel his wet pag unwound itself and fall to the ground. The cold wind had pricked and pinched his bruises...tears ebbed at the corners of his eyes....he had let it flow along with the water droplets on his face....while still maintaining an obstinate expression to spite the inspector.....
three days...three days he had stayed in that ominous space...not a drop of water to drink, nor a morsel of food to .Angad shuddered...he shuddered as the angry cries of the inspector came rushing into his mind, he clenched his teeth as he thought of the merciless cold winds....pearls of sweat formed on his temple as he thought of the cold iron cane hitting his hunger-stricken stomach...hunger.....he finally knew what it meant to be deprived of food.....Sahiba...his wife's face flashed again...
" You won't get a morsel of food today" he had roared at his newly-wed wife...
and he remembered her determined face as she yelled back
" I don't want your tasteless soulless rich food..."
" Oh...let's see how long you can stay put..."
" Try me" she clapped back..
How must have she felt then....sitting in that hungry lonely...dark storeroom...
The prison cell flashed back into his mind....as he realized his wife had already seen that dark cell...been in that dark cell...of his large mansion...."
It was too much to take in. He looked around helplessly...what..what was he to do...emotions were flooding in...as though someone had opened a tightly shut dam..guilt, pain, fear.. helplessness....and what not! Emotions were flooding in..... building up in his heart, and intensifying at an alarming rate. He was perspiring, he felt sick to the stomach...hate was burgeoning...he felt incapable...he felt worthless....he felt like a tyrant....he ...he couldn't breathe...he ...he wanted to h-hide...no ..run..yes ..yes run...
And Angad ran...a nauseating feeling keeping up with him...he ran like the wind until he reached his room. He flung the doors open and closed them behind him.....and he threw up on the expensive Kashmiri silk rug....
"AAAAAAAAAAARGHHH......AAAAAAAAAARGHHHH....AAAHHHHHHHH...." he threw himself to the ground and wailed....inwardly seeking help...a comforting hand...
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