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Posted: 10 years ago

Originally posted by: viv04



Thank you so much for the above as same thoughts haunt me always. And in a flash he can turn into a lovesick teenager. I keep wondering if its his features or his talents. The man knows how to play with his tools in the absence of resources as he just doesn't need them. This is the extremes of ones versatility and unrecognizability in subsequent shots lasting fraction of seconds. The expressions hardly ever repeated. His face everytime like a new page from a book impatiently waiting to be read and commented and shared. The rewards so enriching makes life worth living be it at its worst.



In my opinion, it most certainly is remarkable talent. And this particular trait is rare by any stretch. I'm a huge huge fan of Tony Leung - an older, vastly experienced actor of many great movies - he has this trait too. In his case though, i speak movie to movie. He looks and feels new with every character. But our man here is first rate...for he has the ability to metamorphose... resculpt his face and body as it were... in different hues and shades of this one character alone. A gift it sure is, to be able to immerse and loose oneself in performance so completely that it alters the appearance so dramatically! Amazing!!

I'm so happy i shared my thoughts and had them reflect off you...
Your thoughts above are so delightfully imaginative - thanks for sharing! ๐Ÿ˜Š
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Posted: 10 years ago

Originally posted by: salooni

arshi di you told me to make gif of this na 



so i tried i hope it is little good than your 
finger crossed 
i was not able to find that post 
so posted here only 
๐Ÿ˜ณ


Thnx for making time for it Soni...Love it and you put my name on it too...Awww ...you are too sweet..

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Posted: 10 years ago

Originally posted by: IssPKaur

So this scene is a paradox for me. I find it very difficult to watch his pain but I can't stop myself either. He looks too outstandingly hot here. I've never seen a guy look so different in different emotional states. It's like he transforms himself physically even though nothing really has changed. The clothes, the make up...everything nearly the same as before...and yet, it's a new face, new contours, new body! How amazing is that!!! And if this isn't commitment to performance, what is? Is this the same man who served like a "five star waiter" at Gupta House? Or the one who walked in to unclip her hair after teri meri?? How many "get-ups" and "changes" movie stars adopt to achieve results not even one tenth as convincing as this. Truly INCREDIBLE, Mr. Raizadaโญ๏ธ

And speaking of the face, I don't know of a jawline or a profile better than this. Do you?












๐Ÿค— Isskโค๏ธ

What a jan laiwa post...but so true๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ

Indeed he is man of expressions...I never have met with my eyes with so many shades of any man like him...He is indeed a versatile in this field and I hope he keeps it in his upcoming avatars also...You are mentioning no new clothes,no nothing yet he pulled off each and every state of mind and emotion flawlessly and I was surprised when LM said in one of his interview that Barun had only eyes...no skills...seriously

and now I am surprised how come not a single experienced director doesn't want to make money ...something is definitely wrong or may be they are afraid seeing such a brilliance at one place and have no clue to manage it...

This is beyond commitment...OH Issk his side profile is my fav



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Posted: 10 years ago

Originally posted by: ArshiHamesha





๐Ÿค— Isskโค๏ธ

What a jan laiwa post...but so true๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ

Indeed he is man of expressions...I never have met with my eyes with so many shades of any man like him...He is indeed a versatile in this field and I hope he keeps it in his upcoming avatars also...You are mentioning no new clothes,no nothing yet he pulled off each and every state of mind and emotion flawlessly and I was surprised when LM said in one of his interview that Barun had only eyes...no skills...seriously

and now I am surprised how come not a single experienced director doesn't want to make money ...something is definitely wrong or may be they are afraid seeing such a brilliance at one place and have no clue to manage it...

This is beyond commitment...OH Issk his side profile is my fav



Arshi my Jaaneman, i want to post you the very same gif that you've posted for Salooni - ' i love you' in lovely cursive letters appearing magically on white! I agree with you on that profile of the man...and see how different he looks in this image in comparison! I want to live in sajda only!!

LM...ab kya boloon. Kuchh na boloon toh behtar. As for movie directors, a whole other thing that is in my view. Hoga, inshallah, woh bhi hoga..
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Posted: 10 years ago

Originally posted by: indi52



arshi,

mwaah and thanks and jhappis for this response and for all that you did actually do for the thread... despite schedules and hand.

your thoughts on #18... delightful. this number study is so lovely. we must do it regularly. what say.๐Ÿ˜† I think I did most of em in my analysis...OK I will try to put them together or something similar...Thnx

i am happy you liked shakes dada's lines... the man was really good at understanding people and our feelings... i have all my life run away from him. don't understand. eng lit student i was... only because i felt i would pass. in fact, physics was my favourite subject but i was sure i would fail. i resisted studies with all my might, yet those magnificent underpaid under-appreciated teachers of my non-fancy school and college got something inside me and there they rest. now comes along a sharp looking boy and falls for a beautiful woman and so many things unleash... i actually hunt the net for appropriate feelings and expressions, i google all sorts of weird things because of ipk. i even do not fear shakespeare... kya baat hai.๐Ÿ‘

Indi I never liked Shakes Dada...he is so men to me as I didn't remember when exactly I started getting him...hmmm...I think when I had to explain to my own child helping him in studies...But Physics is way easier than his Philosophy...of alienated language of love...

But again look at me I used to sleep with Bak Bak of romantic novels...very few stick with me and now I am writing these feelings and that's why My kids are surprised at me...ogling on googling is a new field for me ...love it

thanks for liking the blast notes... no it was not an ideal proposal, and yet those hands of his and hers, i could almost hear another conversation in another layer... he could never live without her... and the only reason he dragged her to him was because he thought he might lose her. 

Yeap "you are mine " and he did what his heart and brain told him as after Dhak Dhak he got his true picture..."Khushi" is the one ...He was up to the satge where he can't go back...I don't care what ppl think but for him "She was the reason of survival"

he never said that, she never asked him, but they both knew. i am somehow okay with that preposterous, "i married her for you di, i fell in love with her later..." in a way he convinced himself at a rational level that it was for di. and yes he knew she was his saansey ruk jaaygi girl but the extent to which he loved her, i think that he understood much later...

Ppl always raise question for this ,my POV the trust which develops with time and she became his habit ,her lunatic movements and dhamake made him wake up for her every morning...to see her face before starting his day...seeing her face before sleeping to keep her in his dreams ,later holding her hands with the fear losing her...as Khushi said "hum bhag na jayein"...was correct as it takes him to ask her.."mujhe chor kar nahi jana"...that was the Key...SEPARATION...A FEAR...which made him do what he thought to control the destiny...

 and it got said in the telepathic conversation finally... along the way there were deep acknowledgements to it during holi and heer ranjha, and in switching off air conditioners and getting golgappas and running to save her when she was ready to jump off a terrace... but he took time to completely submit to his feeling... teri meri stands at one end of that submission, telepathic chat at the other. no wonder, now i kind of get why there had to be a teri meri just there again. instinctive our writers were at times then it was always magic.

once he did, no turning back. that's asr. magnificent man.

He is with so many traits...

and that's his clever girl, who forgave all because she knew how much he loved her. and how much she loved him.

She understood her love and his Love way earlier but his "chup" in this matter came along ...Later

looking forward to all your takes during this period. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

I am way behind  but I will come along...hope so...


Thnx Indi for liking the post ,tried to put everyone together instead of making individuals...Love the intro and your lines connected really well...๐Ÿ‘
Edited by ArshiHamesha - 10 years ago
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Posted: 10 years ago

Originally posted by: IssPKaur



Arshi my Jaaneman, i want to post you the very same gif that you've posted for Salooni - ' i love you' in lovely cursive letters appearing magically on white! I agree with you on that profile of the man...and see how different he looks in this image in comparison! I want to live in sajda only!!

LM...ab kya boloon. Kuchh na boloon toh behtar. As for movie directors, a whole other thing that is in my view. Hoga, inshallah, woh bhi hoga..


Yes he looks magnificent in this bottom one with Pride look and up there in his extreme pain and rage...Inshallah...our prayers won't go wasted...

I love this side of Humble Barun...

Love you to Issk...was missing all of this...๐Ÿ˜Š

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Posted: 10 years ago
episode 181


he paces in his room, bothered. and he remembers siren, ambulance, "stop!" "khushi!! khushi!!!"

it usually happens in the oddest of places, at least that's what i've found. the major realisations of our lives, the big ones, that define us, how unexpected is the way they come, and the place and moment when things hit you.

the writers' and director's instincts here are unerring. and as usual the actor raises it to the level of breathtaking.

happened to him as he bent to pick up a file... an ordinary, everyday moment, yet suddenly it took him on an extraordinary ride and landed him on another planet. the planet of khushi, with an exhale rustling up the "kh" every time, a sense of happiness in the very way the name of the lover is said.

something about asr reminds me of, and don't ask me why, the little prince. the boy full of wonder who was in love with a capricious rose and who had an innocence and wonder in his heart that would confuse and unsettle adults. one of the most tender books i've read. forgotten a lot, but goodreads gave me this long quote... want to put it here. i am trying to feel the wonder in his mind, as he goes through the moments of realisation.

and once he does, his feelings for her are so like the little prince's for his rose. when i think how that must have been wrenched and roiled on that terrace.

anyway... the quote:

the little prince went away, to look again at the roses.
"you're not at all like my rose," he said.
"as yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one.
you're like my fox when i first knew him.
he was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes.
but i have made a friend, and now he's unique in all the world."
and the roses were very much embarrassed.
"You're beautiful, but you're empty," he went on. "one could not die for you.
to be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you -the rose that belongs to me. but in herself alone she's more important
than all the hundreds of you other roses:
because it is she that i have watered;
because it is she that i have put under the glass globe;
because it is for her that i've killed the caterpillars
(except the two or three we saved to become butterflies);
because it is she that i have listened to, when she grumbled,
or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing.
because she is MY rose."
antoine de st. exupery


flashbacks in his mind... khushi is shouting at him, "agar aisa hua bhi hota, humara hi accident hota, aapko kya faraq padta..

he hollers back, "of course faraq padta hai dammit."


a swallow at the images, it's all beginning to come together, he steps back and lets go... sitting back on his lounger. his eyes close and his sister's words come to him. i liked the fact that the only person who matters to him emotionally in this world, introduces the idea. in the fit of romance, fam is often forgotten, but ipk remembered fam gives colour and depth to romance. a selfish little only you me world gets suffocating and mean. love doesn't thrive there. there is a private world but it never shuts the doors and windows to a larger world with circles and networks of emotions and ties.

"dekhna jis din tumhare zindagi mein woh ladki aaygi na... jiske bina tumhari dhakane ruk jaaygi... jiske bina tum jee nahin paoge... tumhe aisa lagega agar woh tumhe na mili na.. toh tumhari saansey hi ruk jaygi..."

his sister says things he has always found easy to shrug off with eyes rolling and laughter, well she does sound a bit batty, but she speaks the truth... if you believe in the kind of love i do believe in, that is...

you'll see some day that girl will come without whom your heartbeat will stop... without whom you won't be able to live... you'll feel as though if you can't have her, your breathing will cease.

okay, stomach holding laughter stuff, but as i said, sach not jhoot. baat sirf viswaas ki nahin hai, baat sach hai. sorry khushi ji, stole your lines.

director goes for a lovely sound bridge and the girl his sis had said would arrive one day is walking around in her yard, in a dreamy happy mood among swaying sarees hung out on the clotheslines she walks outside, hair flying, pensive, a wind on the rise.





he walks up to his window... the windows of his room, places of reverie... he reflects on things here, sometimes staring at the water outside. here it had to really hit him. lovely direction. especially the exact moment, we see him in his reflection, against black, his lip dragging down in the image as it does... a certain power to his face with that flaw, that asymmetry.

our face in the mirror, a sort of confrontation with our inner selves. in that instant he touches her with his feelings and connects with his own self too... or so i felt. he stopped running, he leveled. once and for all.





he heard the dil ki dhakane his sister spoke of at last... dhak dhak dhak dhak... he saw his own reflection, a funny sort of concern, what's this... and then the realisation...

just one word... "khushi!"

it seemed to merge with a gust of wind.

spectacular moment wrought by an actor.

the wind rose and carried the message to her... anyone seen pocahontas? the wrap of breeze and leaves?


she clutched her heart. it hit her straight there. she's disturbed, it's such a loud thudding now... hints of telepathy already here. actually they've often felt same things at the same time. happens in many love stories... who would have thought they'd take all that and convert it to a magical telepathic conversation one day and two actors would just go all out to make us believe this actually happened. lovely.

there's no denying anymore, he swallows.


she thinks of him holding her bangles, caressing them, owning them, owning him...  he's yelling at her, who do you think you are... i thought... i thought i lost you... what if i lost you...

she's bewildered, though within her a woman already has all the answers, but her conscious i guess has to grow and evolve to what the subconscious has grasped and processed. again that moment of realisation coming when it is time for it to come.

"woh itna gussa kyun the... aur humari itni fikr..."
why was he so angry? and so much concern for me?

she thinks of him shouting at her out of tremendous concern, why did you try those bangles, what if you got hurt, what if you slit a vein...

"aur yeh chhooriya?" and these bangles?

he had admitted he had indeed bought these for her. oh the tenderness of these moments.

music enters, happy, dancing, and rises, her heart is full of a feeling so beautiful, she plays with her bangles and expresses it all...

"kuch waqt pehele agar kissine humse kaha hota ki  arnav singh raizada ek din humare liye chooriyan kharidenge toh him bilkul vishwas nahin karte.. shyayad has has ke pagal ho jaate..."

if a while back anyone had told me that asr would one day buy me bangles, i'd have never believed... i'd have gone mad laughing.

instead she's laughing and deliriously happy at this moment.

two beautiful scenes interlocked telling the story of a heady passionate love.

that scene of asr's realisation and a morning walk... this episode were about these two things to me. the serious internalising of a truth that will change a man's life. and then a walk with a smile from the heavens above on a lover's face... there is perfection on this earth. everything need not be a compromise.

natty man in brown suit, white shirt. nk rushes about with camera... shadi ka joda and gehne have to reach the gupta house... nk almost steals this chance too... di panicked...

then he stepped in smartly and took the tray, aww that little rush suddenly, letting his guard drop, showing his determination...

nk of course asks, "why are you all crushing me?" when he meant to say, "why are you all staring at me?"

choor... crushing... yes some dreams will be crushed soon. that "choor" in the middle of such a happy morning, a slightly evil writer's hint maybe? haww.

"main bhi ussi taraf ja raha hoon..." he's going her way...

fun music, i can watch him almost lunge forward and pip nk to the post a million times... the man of action... he knows now why he feels things for that crazy girl. he will act on it.

"nk, tum sari decorations samhal lena..." nk, you take care of the decorations... while i go get the babe, is left unsaid but clearly meant. poor nk.

"haah, (sigh) copycat, nannav," karan goddwani has got nk so so right. cool dude "phoren" with a slightly effeminate air, an incredible innocent clean sweetness, i see karan in scenes from other shows, he is again a good actor with an ability to enter character.

"mera excuse chura liya..." stole my excuse moans nk. shyam watches, urgency growing. nani and di are thrilled. di says she will go to mandir... shyam must act.

the direction and storytelling in these episodes are tight and concentrated, not a shot wasted. and a clever and satisfying juxtaposition of rising romance and growing more tense evil.

"ai dekho nand kissore ai gaye..." so asr was directly referred to as nand kissore. interesting. he is the ocean, he is the lord. and barun is the lord of the oceans, arnav... maha interesting.

he sits there looking around for her... she seems to be not around, the poor fellow gets ready to leave... main chalta hoon.


and the on a deadly look back, his trademark palat, he hears... "khushi bitiya bahar hi hai..." khushi is outside managing all the work.

and we come outside. what a sight... lots of onion tomato chilli... very khoosie bitiya ingredients.

she's talking to cooks, getting things done, most natural acting by sanaya... lovely shots really. unpretentious, sunny, happy.


he walks out onto the verandah and comes looking, eyes hungry.
as he reaches the corner, he sees her. just look at that expression.


and of course music comes tumbling in just like jill. it rejoices with its pure happy notes... ting ting ting ting hey hey.


he stands there as she with her back to him keeps working... he stands their gazing, happy, joyous actually, eyes lit with love, a slight smile, he could stand here forever.

he starts walking down the verandah. rabba vey comes together and plays.

she still has no idea, just working, smiling to herself... delightful.

he pauses... looking and loving.

you got to love this man loving that woman.

and suddenly as she walks toward the verandah, he is in her peripheral vision range, something registers and dhak dhak dhak dhak. she clutches her heart.

she closes her eyes. when she opens them... the gust of wind is here... and she looks and sees him.


hey hey.

again so minutely detailed and crafted this scene, the feeling of pride in work and great instinct for storytelling are evident.

both stand staring at each other... then the world's most beautiful walk, on a verandah in jamna paar lakshmi nagar, and a courtyard outside.




eyes locked, smiles bemused, hearts beating at same pace, they walk in
unison on a parallel track which will beat all mathematical theorems and assertions and meet at a point...

he smiles at her... she smiles back. a simple exchange. a completely new and shimmery note in their interaction.

both so gentle and tender and just sussing things.

of course then comes the moo and the chaos of pattal plate... just an ipk thing. take the viewer to intensity, through anger tempest temper tenderness whatever, then lighten the load.

keep it weird...all a bit ajeeb, that watchword and supremely magnificently hatke.

"hey bhagwan yeh humne kya kar diya... sab aapki galati hai..." oh g what have i done, all your fault, she rages at him, but all pouty and nakhra queen.

"excuse me, gai ko pattal tumne khilaye isme meri kya galati hai..." you fed the plates to the cow and how is it my fault, he took his asr stance, but in the most uff flirtatious way.

"par dhyan toh..." but my attention was.. oh oh kkg, the truth is out and the man with stick out ears can hear it all.

he would have pushed for more with that walk down the steps and again, tell me how is it my fault, but a look at her face and she gets her concern.

so the man takes charge.

"okay just relax..." first time he said "relax" i think... i could just close my eyes and feel happy for a long while with just that.

"khushi, main pattal le aya..." off he goes a gets some pattal plates... a truckload, just enough for twenty people. but tomorrow he'll do something even more astounding. ah, when a man loves a woman. or a little prince loves his rose.


(edit: thanks, issk, for the correction and pinpointing exact location of lashmi nagar)

and why must some people smile like that at a girl who gives them acidity.

Edited by indi52 - 10 years ago
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Posted: 10 years ago

Originally posted by: IssPKaur

So this scene is a paradox for me. I find it very difficult to watch his pain but I can't stop myself either. He looks too outstandingly hot here. I've never seen a guy look so different in different emotional states. It's like he transforms himself physically even though nothing really has changed. The clothes, the make up...everything nearly the same as before...and yet, it's a new face, new contours, new body! How amazing is that!!! And if this isn't commitment to performance, what is? Is this the same man who served like a "five star waiter" at Gupta House? Or the one who walked in to unclip her hair after teri meri?? How many "get-ups" and "changes" movie stars adopt to achieve results not even one tenth as convincing as this. Truly INCREDIBLE, Mr. Raizadaโญ๏ธ

And speaking of the face, I don't know of a jawline or a profile better than this. Do you?








Seriously he was just brilliant in this shot.  gorgeous man that he is.  all his beauty doesn't make a difference compared to his talent.  he has it all!
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Posted: 10 years ago

Originally posted by: indi52



accha chalo, i am giving gulabi jhatka here... someone please please do a "two idiots" edit. arshi... two idiots.  ๐Ÿคฃ ๐Ÿคฃ better than any three idiots anytime...


Indi๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿค—
Edit of two idiots sounds Good to me,...where is Supi???...Aji sunti ho my royal Doll...Pleeezeee 
I beg of you


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Posted: 10 years ago

Originally posted by: sohara

๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ you and your amazing gif search mesmerized this thread as always...



Episode-184

 

Payal is woebegone, after all she is leaving her parents forever. Bua tries to assuage her, tells her to be happy. She suggest her to forget the bitter past of her broken alliance. Bua holds babuji's hand, tries to put it on Payal for  his blessings. Mami interrupts their emotional moment. To sees Payal's clothes she remarks disdainfully that why they sent her with just a few clothes. Bua tries to defend them, but amma stops her immediately anticipating some quarrel. She shows her delight as the wedding is taking place grandly. Mami aggrandizes herself, that it was inevitable as it is Raizada family's wedding. Gupta family get crestfallen at her afflictive words.

Buaji and Khushi has indication of the future in their dialogues...Eik gudiya is going and the other one...and Khushi confirms it...itni assani se peecha nahin chode gi ...

 

NK brought green tea for Akash as he thinks he is haiwan (evil) pareshan.

๐Ÿคฃ NK and her true revelation of upcoming events through his Higlish

Akash mends him hairan (restless). But he is not restless. NK tries to say, he must be as he will have to take sixty circumambulations around the fire, then a pinch of vermillion and then it's end. Akash corrects him not sixty but seven. He is getting delectable, thinking of his marriage. But NK tries to frighten him. He thinks everything is going on too fast, first he will get married, then he will have kids who will call him uncle. Akash corrects him the kid will call Nk uncle and call him papa. Akash gets happier to think about his kids. And so as NK. He is saying him that he will have one boy and one girl. Akash gets scared thinking of the children. NK instigates his fear, the kids will have beautiful eyes like Payal. Akash gets completely eerie; he is getting married and will have children also. Nk is happy๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†

Mere bhatije mujhe chachu chachu kahenge...My nephews will call him uncle!

Akash has become so scared that he really needs green tea now to release his stress.๐Ÿ˜† Yeap Stress in the beginning and Baki sab theek hai...

 

Nani, mama, mami all are worried for Anjali as she didn't reach home yet. Mami asks nani whether she heard any bawl or sounds of collision while she last talked to her?. Nani is anticipating some peril.. Their favorite damatji๐Ÿคฌ also went somewhere, his phone is also not reachable. The devil damatji has gone to buy stuffs for the pooja. He is getting prepared for the funeral of Anjali. He wants to bid her bye well. But before that he wants to make Khushi of his own.

At least he was not icky in this scene...since last couple of epis he was misusing his extra screen space 


Only god can say who will die and who will live. ๐Ÿ‘To get Khushi is now your impossible dream, cause Khushi now belongs to Arnav only.

 

Khushi is frolicking. Inadvertently her face breaks into a smile, remembering the bindi moment. Thought of Arnav keeps her preoccupied since that. She sees that somebody wrote on the mirror, telling her to come to the terrace. Khushi recollects that Arnav wanted to talk to her alone. She thinks it must be Arnav who wrote that note on the mirror. Her hearts starts to pound relentlessly against her ribcage. She tries to stop her erratic heart beat, but no avail. She sees the note again on the mirror, tries to assume, what Arnav can tell her.

Aap mujhe kya kehena chahte hai Arnavji...what do you want to say Arnavji? Do you want to say what I'm thinking?


Poor soul has no idea where her destiny is taking her...but as you said God knows better...and I always think I wish I knew the reason behind that reason...


An extremely rosy color suffuses her cheek in anticipation. A frisson of excitement runs down her body. She smiles softly thinking of him.โค๏ธ Very nice sohara...love the way you describe it...

Pause: How Khushi thought that ASR would write note with lip stick on the mirror! ASR can't do this type of cheap stuff. 

I thought the same ,Khushi and her haywire brain

. Whenever he feels to talk he tells her directly. Poor Khushi, couldn't get the sham of that devil Shyam. She got entrapped in his web.

 

Arnav comes to the hall to get to know what's the matter. Nani tells him that Anjali  didn't come home yet and her phone is also not reachable. She tells him about the loud noise what she heard while she was talking to her. Anjali didn't even call her back after that. Arnav tries his driver's number, but he is also not reachable. But he gets a phone call from the police inspector, informs him that his car met an accident. All got aghast to hear about the accident. Arnav wants to talk to his di. But she is not there. He reminisces what Anjali told him few days ago about her not being by his side forever. He gets frightened in premonition and runs to get his di.

 His past fears always haunt him... poor guy

 Shyam who was listening them furtively exults in joy,

Swaha,๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก I wish yeh khud sar keh swaha ho jaye...

Khushiji you wanted me to be single. Now I'm a sad widower.

He is watching the grief of the family and grimaces devilishly.

who can avert the destiny. I will miss Rani saheba, but I knows she also wants me to settle down again and be happy.๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก

 

Arnav is scurrying fast to get to know about Anjali's whereabouts. But he doesn't have to go out; he stands inert at the threshold. Cause Anjali is back with bandage on her forehead and wrist.

Di, mujhe laga ki...I thought...he tells her in quivering voice. 

This is where we are seeing him with his fears ...in two days he is meeting with this fear more than enough time...Khushi and Anjali are two important people in his life...He can't lose either of them and that's where CV is creating tghis intensity so when that dreadful night comes...he made his hasty decision to make her his for forever...The fear of losing ...haunted him for ever and with Khushi as well as his Di this goes to peak where he can do anything

 He is in impediment, tears is welling up in his eyes. He touches her cheek gently, tries to feel her safe and sound. He takes her in an embrace; he can't let any harm happens to his sister. Anjali also cares her brother lovingly. She can feel his agony.

Aap theek ho na di?...are you alright di?๐Ÿ˜ญ

He asks her with lot of concern. Anjali tells him what happened when she was talking to nani on the phone. Mohan told her that the break was not working and the car collided. Armav doesn't even want to hear the horrible incident that happened with his beloved di. It reprimanded again that how much Arnav loves his di. He takes her in. Anjali tells Arnav that the driver was badly injured and her phone also broke, so she took him to the hospital. She is worried for him.

 

All are flabbergasted to see wounded Anjali. They run towards her. nani is crying to see her beloved grand daughter in pain. They take her to her room. Arnav calls the hospital to make sure that his driver gets the best treatment. Anjali looks back at her brother. She is relieved that the driver has been taken care of by her brother. She is such a good soul.

THIS IS very important point for me which shows he cares for those who care for his Di...and that was his relation with his Jijaji because he was good with his Di...but when he finds the other pic of him then anu one who comes in this angle has to get the heat of ASR and that's what we seeing ,he makes Khushi goes through a lot but only for some moments and then he feels for her always by keeping his ego chin up...but he never tried to misuse or cross any boundary with her ...hough he remains angry but every expression physically and emotionally just screams love for her which sh gets it later.

Pause.: as anjali told Arnav about the car's break thing, why he didn't ponder this? How he just let it go without investigating!.

Nani is dressing Anjali's wound. She is crying for her. naniji emoted her love for her orphan grand daughter so beautifully! Anjali asks about her devil husband. Mami tells her he must be busy with marriage preparations. Yeah he is sure busy with preparations, not of marriage but of Anjali's death. Anjali doesn't want him not to know about the accident. Sigh, I wish she would know that he is not only aware of the accident, but he himself concocted it. Anjali wants everybody to behave normally. She doesn't want anybody to know about her accident. She tells NK to accompany Akash and tells mama to take mami downstairs to attend the guests. She will join them soon. She affirms them, she is absolutely fine. So all should go down to join the wedding, as the auspicious time is getting over. All finally agrees to leave.

 

His head is down; Arnav is standing on the door of Anjali's room. He looks despondent, languid and his eyes are red with tears. He is unable to express his compunction what is gnawing at his heart now. He thinks he is not capable to protect his di. Anjali tells him that she is fine and calls him lovingly to come near. He lays his head on her lap and starts to cry like a small kid.

Di I'm so sorry

Anjali asks him why he is apologizing to her. he tells her ruefully,

Because for every time to talk to you rudely, for every time not listening to your words when you asked me to do something. plz don't ever leave me di like mom.

Barun was simply brilliant in the scene. He was just looking like a devastated young boy who was crying for his mother.๐Ÿ‘

Barun is awesome ...again he uses the same words don't leave me...

He is tremulous in fear to lose his di. He wants to muffle her from any harm. Anjali is caressing her brother's head and face lovingly. She is his mother and he is her chotey, who can do any thing for his mother like sister. This is surely the prelude of the upcoming storm of Arnav and Khushi's life.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=jCP2U1-4ZOc[/YOUTUBE]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCP2U1-4ZOc

credit goes to the uploader

plz ignore typos, i didn't proofread.



sohara๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿค—

Love your analysis...and top gif is awesome as don't like those epis much but ARSHI scenes are killer there...


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