PriDa: It's Raining.
For Amiya, Forgive me if I suck.
A shaken and hurt Damini Gujral. That was how the scene began. There she sat in the pouring rain reliving how that creep had behaved earlier with her.. Oh well finally you realized Queenie that the guy is not for you. Poor girl must have been freezing out there'
And then suddenly she was no longer sitting in the rain. Suddenly there was a shade above her. An umbrella. Funny isn't it that later on in the series that is what Prithvi Saxena did most of the time? Take everything on him first? Yes he hurt her... but didn't it hurt him more? Didn't that hurt pierce through his heart first before Damini got subjected to it?
Be it a wild horse, a broken cupboard, a betrayal, a loss and simple accusations. He was there. The protector. The bringer of light in Damini Gujral's world.
And then she finally looked into that oh-so-handsome face as he stood there drenched himself. Perhaps she saw a reflection of her pain in his eyes, or perhaps how he was seeing what even her own sisters rarely saw. Her pain. Her tears. Prithvi Saxena saw those tears on her face. He distinguished them amongst the various common drops of water. Tears that mattered a great deal to him. Did he know then that the next time he would meet her, the blow would be fiercer and he would be the one subjecting her to it? Why was this woman in black affecting him so? What was this urge to remove that hurt that lined that beautiful face?
And suddenly she was aware of his presence. Aware that the strong, heat radiating body of Prithvi Saxena stood so near to her. And she wanted to get away from him as well. How did he find her? Why did he go to the effort of combing the area until he saw her there sitting in the rain all alone? She told him she wanted to be alone. Yet our guy was persistent. The area was not safe for his Damini. No matter how much she tried to move away from him he came forward forever protecting her from the rain. And simply letting her know that he was not going anywhere at all. 'Sahara nahi Saath.' There is small difference and yet all the difference in the world. He did not pity her. He just wanted to take care of her. He knew the woman that she was. And he respected and admired her. Because when Damini Gujral walked after wiping a tear off her face, she walked with a dignity. Defiance. That she was not weak. And she did not need anyone.
The music that played was sensitive. Sensitive and beautiful. It touched you like the scene.
He walked away, yet her voice stopped him. And he looked back again. Felt the pain in her voice. And his own face was pained.
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They emerged out of the car. Furtive looks and a sheer awareness of each other's presence was what followed. That they were near. Quite a bit.
And then, for the first time I think they spoke together. A thank you and a good night. And Damini Gujral's gaze shifted on his bare, wet chest. Perhaps she noticed the way the black material of his shirt clung to his skin like soft satin. How his skin seemed to glow. How a vein protruded out from underneath that skin on his left forearm. And how he just looked beautiful. I have never seen Prithvi Saxena look so good in any other scene.
He tried to walk away but something pulled him back. It was the end of her sari. Stuck against his kada. A mystery of mysteries. Like Damini's non existent knees in his presence. Sorry I just wanted to lighten up a little. This is a terrible post'
And suddenly he was closer to her then he had been all evening. And suddenly his mere presence was touching her in a soft yet wild way. It was more real then her fianc's touch earlier in the evening. He gazed down at her with that oh so soft smile on his face. She was trying to focus every last ounce of her energy on the piece of cloth that was stuck in his kada. And he finally let himself wonder. Why was her pain affecting him so? She belonged to someone else. She was the forbidden fruit. One he could not take. She was not his'. And suddenly as that very thought struck him he pulled the cloth out his kada. Perhaps he was afraid that he would do something against his better judgment. And finally walked... well more like ran away.
And Damini Gujral stood again. Her thoughts were now of a different man. A jumbled mess. A confused one. She did not know what she was feeling or whether she ought to feel it or not. For the first time she had seen Prithvi Saxena in a different light. Not as the arrogant, chauvinistic man with whom she felt the urge to compete and who despite his flaws seemed to affect her. Unsettle her. But as the man who had simply taken care of her. Had not asked questions. Had just wanted to ensure that she got home safely. And who had silently offered a comfort in his mere presence. A silent promise that he was there.
And little did she know that Prithvi Saxena too had seen not just the beauty that she possessed on that night. But and the heart and soul that the spitfire by the name of Damini Gujral possessed.
And the evening which had begun with a Sari clad beauty emerging in front of Prithvi Saxena so that his whole world seemed to revolve around the sheer aura of the beauty that she was giving off finally ended.
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Err are you guys ready to kill me yet? Seriously sorry to subject you to all that.
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