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When words aren't necessary, when every other tangible thing is secondary, when someone discovers themselves in the eyes of another, their reflection dancing in the eyes of 'the one' for them, their picture epitomized in the gaze of the person standing right there; today was that moment between Prithvi Saxena and Damini Gujral, the moment when in each other, they found themselves .
These two and the electricity between them just flowing, like the serene movement of a river, a stream, whispering the songs of silence into each other's eyes, ears, and senses, listening to the voice of the unsaid, feeling the connection which binds them together in a knot, which is more gripping than anything else. What do you call something like that? What do you say after something like that?
When he wrapped her dopatta around her, so poignantly, gently and possessively, time just listened to them, just stared at them, when his finger touched her forehead and she reacted to the contact, time giggled, when he removed that rebellious strand of hair from her face, time danced the happy dance in ecstasy, and when they got lost into each other's eyes, it became a dream. And time stood still, blazed, sizzled, burned, smiled, and silence spoke, told tales that no words would have done justice to, sang the songs of bliss.
He couldn't breathe, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his powerful stare, they just stood there, gazing into the oceans of each other's eyes, filling their senses with each other, they were writing their own story there, then, their fairytale, our dream; and the moment halted. It came and went with a blink of the eye, but left its mark on the hearts of these two, and ours.
Was it a dream? Was it reality? Or was it that beautiful fairytale again?
Nothing interrupted the song of silence; nothing could have taken away from its beauty, nothing at all..
As long as he continues to be, as long as she exists, he's going to pursue her with all his heart, his intentions may encompass a thousand faces, but his heart is always going to sing its own song, it is always going to crave for that lady called Damini Gujral.
It was just that moment of silence, that moment of finding oneself into another, a moment of love, a moment of dreams.
Escape her charm,
Is he ever going to be able to do that?
Loot at her with vengeance in his eyes,
Is that even possible?
Take revenge from her,
That's a lost cause as soon as he sets his eyes on her, touches her, nears her.
Plan for harming her or her family,
He'll harm himself more in the process.
Ignore what's between them, what they share?
That's almost impossible.
Is it possible to ignore the power of the connection they have?
How he just couldn't remember anything else when he saw her in danger spoke volumes about what he has been hiding in his heart for her all this time, and the depth of it.. He may struggle hard, he may resist,(and who knows how he is going to even try resisting after today), mouth vengeful slogans, be angry with himself, bleed himself and his heart to death in the process, but fact is, he can never hurt her, never cause her pain. He's is always going to forget the rest of the world when he looks into those eyes, he is always going to find solace in her presence, he is always going to cherish her companionship, he is always going to lose himself in her gaze. His inner struggle and his dialogues with Sameer betrayed his state of mind..
And Damini-taking-care-of-Prithvi's-wound scene was even better, I actually have no words for it..How it started, how they felt so awkward and stole glances at each other, how they knew they had just shared an intimate moment, with no traces of any employer-employee equation or revenge shadowing it was just a dream..
During that scene, they crossed another barrier separating them, he called her name, and she covered some more distance by telling him he can address her by her name, took care of his wound yet again with so much tenderness..And how she told him she knows even when he doesn't say a word, how they collaborated while she was attending to his wound, how he poured his heart out and accepted his weakness that he can't stay detached and forms bonds..This scene was beautiful for the things they said, shared, but more beautiful for the things they didn't say..
And one can still hear the beautiful song of silence, weaving magic with unspoken words, taking control of all senses, casting a spell on the two central characters of our beloved PriDa tale, and everyone else who witnessed it.
Ah, the beautiful song of silence'which changed everything in their relationship, which made Damini Gujral realize it's love she feels for him, that his suffering hurts her too, and that they have never been just E-E, that love and hate have always been a part of their tale..
Prithvi Saxena has no idea how lucky he is, what he has won..Someday, he will give all of himself to her, someday, he'll know that he's won the heart of the queen of his heart..Someday...
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I don't care if he went back to revenge again in the end..I know he will forget all about it again when he nears her again..😆
LOVED it when Prithvi wondered what was on Sameer's mind considering Sameer didn't call Damini Bhabi..hahhahah...We know you miss it Pri, its like music to your ears, its like someone gave a voice to your subconscious desires..😛
These two and the electricity between them just flowing, like the serene movement of a river, a stream, whispering the songs of silence into each other's eyes, ears, and senses, listening to the voice of the unsaid, feeling the connection which binds them together in a knot, which is more gripping than anything else. What do you call something like that? What do you say after something like that?
When he wrapped her dopatta around her, so poignantly, gently and possessively, time just listened to them, just stared at them, when his finger touched her forehead and she reacted to the contact, time giggled, when he removed that rebellious strand of hair from her face, time danced the happy dance in ecstasy, and when they got lost into each other's eyes, it became a dream. And time stood still, blazed, sizzled, burned, smiled, and silence spoke, told tales that no words would have done justice to, sang the songs of bliss.
He couldn't breathe, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his powerful stare, they just stood there, gazing into the oceans of each other's eyes, filling their senses with each other, they were writing their own story there, then, their fairytale, our dream; and the moment halted. It came and went with a blink of the eye, but left its mark on the hearts of these two, and ours.
Was it a dream? Was it reality? Or was it that beautiful fairytale again?
Nothing interrupted the song of silence; nothing could have taken away from its beauty, nothing at all..
As long as he continues to be, as long as she exists, he's going to pursue her with all his heart, his intentions may encompass a thousand faces, but his heart is always going to sing its own song, it is always going to crave for that lady called Damini Gujral.
It was just that moment of silence, that moment of finding oneself into another, a moment of love, a moment of dreams.
Escape her charm,
Is he ever going to be able to do that?
Loot at her with vengeance in his eyes,
Is that even possible?
Take revenge from her,
That's a lost cause as soon as he sets his eyes on her, touches her, nears her.
Plan for harming her or her family,
He'll harm himself more in the process.
Ignore what's between them, what they share?
That's almost impossible.
Is it possible to ignore the power of the connection they have?
How he just couldn't remember anything else when he saw her in danger spoke volumes about what he has been hiding in his heart for her all this time, and the depth of it.. He may struggle hard, he may resist,(and who knows how he is going to even try resisting after today), mouth vengeful slogans, be angry with himself, bleed himself and his heart to death in the process, but fact is, he can never hurt her, never cause her pain. He's is always going to forget the rest of the world when he looks into those eyes, he is always going to find solace in her presence, he is always going to cherish her companionship, he is always going to lose himself in her gaze. His inner struggle and his dialogues with Sameer betrayed his state of mind..
And Damini-taking-care-of-Prithvi's-wound scene was even better, I actually have no words for it..How it started, how they felt so awkward and stole glances at each other, how they knew they had just shared an intimate moment, with no traces of any employer-employee equation or revenge shadowing it was just a dream..
During that scene, they crossed another barrier separating them, he called her name, and she covered some more distance by telling him he can address her by her name, took care of his wound yet again with so much tenderness..And how she told him she knows even when he doesn't say a word, how they collaborated while she was attending to his wound, how he poured his heart out and accepted his weakness that he can't stay detached and forms bonds..This scene was beautiful for the things they said, shared, but more beautiful for the things they didn't say..
And one can still hear the beautiful song of silence, weaving magic with unspoken words, taking control of all senses, casting a spell on the two central characters of our beloved PriDa tale, and everyone else who witnessed it.
Ah, the beautiful song of silence'which changed everything in their relationship, which made Damini Gujral realize it's love she feels for him, that his suffering hurts her too, and that they have never been just E-E, that love and hate have always been a part of their tale..
Prithvi Saxena has no idea how lucky he is, what he has won..Someday, he will give all of himself to her, someday, he'll know that he's won the heart of the queen of his heart..Someday...
*goes back into the confines of that dream*
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I don't care if he went back to revenge again in the end..I know he will forget all about it again when he nears her again..😆
LOVED it when Prithvi wondered what was on Sameer's mind considering Sameer didn't call Damini Bhabi..hahhahah...We know you miss it Pri, its like music to your ears, its like someone gave a voice to your subconscious desires..😛
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