The writers through their diligent detailing of all those relationships in Khushi's life, from her sister, her mother and even Arnav's sister, have given her characterization a completeness that makes it wholesome.
So that as Arnav provokes, prods and pokes at her, igniting, infuriating and inciting indignation, setting ablaze her soul which begins to scorch her heart, her hand grips tightly onto her duppatta. A cursory glance would maybe lead to associate her act to fists clenched in a retaliatory manner BUT for me this is NOT what this scene or act depicts.
It was the physical manifestation of that spiritual struggle Khushi felt deep within her soul, that sting burning her bones through to the electricity of the goosebumps on her skin. It is that haya that her heart garnered by the principle bestowed on her by those who nurtured her into this enchanting girl before us. She grasps for support as that need of hers to voice injustice fights against that pull of respectfulness, that bashfulness at intimacy FOR in truth anger is intimate for it requires a closeness, a nearness to the other.
Her soul struggles to hold onto life long ideals and morals, as her mind protests that she can not say such familiar words to the stranger before her so that her heart is almost ripped apart. Then that moment all these powerful movements finally crash and ...
AAP! SHUT UP!
Echoing that conflict within her. The respectful nature of aap contrasting that need to startle him back to reason through extremes. It was beautiful! As I said all credit to the writers and Sanaya.
With much love, Sabah
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