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Aab theek hai ...
Hurriedly she tries to regain composure, laying the blame solely at his doorstep ... Her eyes flickering in agitated defiance ... Her voice catching in her throat, she protests unsteadily, Pata nahin samajhtay kya hai voh apnay aap ko ... Humay faraq nahin padta ... Unhay shaiyad ...Lovely insight!A gentle breeze ... After days and days and days ... An intangible certitude ... A undeniable clairvoyance ... And just like that ... He is there ... Her clothes slip from her stunned fingers, her breath catches, her eyes slide to the floor in guilt ...
He is here ... In the flesh ... Not like he was in her memory a few short minutes ago ... Leaning into her, whispering into her neck, boldly spanning, caressing her stomach with his hand, sending electric shocks careening throughout her body ... Jolting her heart into a deep drumming rhythm ...
Right now he is real ... In some ways, even more real, more potent, more lethal than the man who led her in that dream like dance. That man she knows has stolen her dreams forever and ever ... But the man leaning against the doorframe ... She can tell by the heat in his eyes, he is here to rob more than her sleep ...
He leans, his arms crossed across his chest, at complete ease ... Relaxed ... Cockily self assured ... Even enjoying himself ... His eyes smolder in an undeniable heat ...
Koi faraq nahin padta toh rook kyun gayi, he questions unreservedly brazen, his eyes slicing her with effortless ease.
She had won her trophy ... Her natraj ... He is before her ... But her natraj too is here to collect his winnings ... His trophy stares ... Wide eyed ... Like a deer caught in headlights ...Ahhh Lovely! She was def his treat, his sweet reward!😃Kya hua ... rook kyun gayi ? He questions, his eyes dancing ... His lips quiver ever so slightly, attempting to quell his pleasure ... It lingers ... It swells ... He stifles it nonchalantly ...
Her composer in shambles, she stammers ... Aa ... aap ? Completely disintegrating ...
Haan ...Mm ... Mm ... Mm ... Mein ... He mimics, pushing himself off the doorframe ... He ambles over to her, his steps potently male ... unhurried ... His eyes riveting tighter ... This is not the same man who had not an hour ago, looked into her eyes and revealed his heart openly, tenderly, passionately ... This is a predator ... His eyes pin her. He stalks her, biding his time, indolently but determinedly ...True. He was playing with his prey. Great fun too at her expense. Completely in control. And with superior knowledge of laws and by-laws of this game.
An arousing foreplay ... It has taken him months and months to get here ... He will not rush this ... He is going to linger, he is going to play ... He is going to savor ... Bit by bit ... No rush at all ... He is going to lure her, entrap her, claim her, seduce her slowly ... He is going to deny himself, delay ... withhold gratification ... Control this seduction, skillfully, playfully ... Elongating, heightening pleasure ...
He advances ... Completely owning the space ... The air between them sizzles ... Her eyes wide, her breath heaving her chest, rightfully mistrusting of him, she falters, stepping back, in fear. His eyes glowing like dark embers, he asks, devilishly innocent, Tum itna daar kyon rahi ho ? Main tumhay kha toh nahin jaooga, he assures, completely insincerely.
He declares his intent calmly, glibly, clearly understanding she will grasp very little of all he is saying ... His heart yearns ... His eyes feast ... His mouth hungers ... His limbs ache ... He wants to ravish her ... Inhale her ... Devour her ... Consume her ... Exhaust her ...👏👏😳😃Sometimes his eyes ... Sometimes his mouth ... He switches which speaks honestly ... Still advancing, a hand span away from her, his eyes glance to her retreating feet, Tum hamesha peechay kuon jaati ho ? He ask, his eyes deliberately sincere, his words blatantly facetious.
Sharp observation.👏👏Kuon ki aap hamesha ... she stumbles against the dressing table ... Aa .. aagay aatay hain ... She stammers, helplessly honest.
Khushi, he husks her name, almost like an endearment ... Like flipping a switch ... All game gone, he stares at her steadily, his voice softly prompting, Thanks nahin bologi mujhay ?
He may be fathoms deep in love ... This may his idea of wooing ... But try as he may, he can't shed his intrinsic arrogance ... Tumharay ishaaron pay na sahi, par tumharay saath toh naacha ... He concedes huskily, but still not willing to give her all ... That too will come ... Time ... Patience ...
He is not here to exact payment ? Not here for "kuch bhi" ? She visibly breaths a faltering sigh of relief,👏👏 Love your reading of this conversation.Shookria ... par ... Was she going to say Par app bhi jeetay hai ... Not likely ... He interrupts, not letting her relax an iota ... Aab time waste karna band karo aur jaldi say neechay aa jao, saab wait kar rahay hain. And just with that he leaves....Or perhaps he thought she was going to ask him 'par aapney kyon hamaari madat ki? Aapko to jeetna tha na?' An uncomfortable question that he didn't want to answer to himself, leave alone to her. And he would never be able to fob her off like he did Nani and the others by saying that 'so what's the big deal...' because, because of the nature of their bet, it WAS a big deal. So he cut her short and moved on to the next item on his agenda.Her back had been facing the mirror all the time ... He has had a clear view of her skimpily clad back from the first moment he arrived ... Her delectable stringy blouse, magically, tautly held together by a small whimsical clasp ...
Her Back ... His complete and utter undoing ...Yet not once did his eyes flicker to it ... Not once did it look like that he took his eyes off of her lovely face ... Yet it is indelibly inked in his memory ...True, he never looked overtly, yet he saw...😳Her hair ... He has seen her wield it as a impenetrable shield, that first night, denying him ... He has felt her reel him in with its long dark reaching lengths ... He has seen her pin it ... Curl it ... Plait it ... All the while he has fought to distance himself ... Tonight he had felt it skim across his face ... Cascade over his shoulders ... He had whispered his passion into its dark folds ...
Aah brilliant connect! 👏👏Green ... Her favorite color ... She wears all colors with such flamboyant, pleasurable impartiality that he would never have guessed that she has a favorite color ... She had worn it that fateful night ... Hadn't he heard some one mumble ... Show ki theme red hai par oosnay green pahna hua hai ... That should have been his clue right there ... She was going to barge in and take over, redefine his life without so much as a if you please ...
Cant just call it a green and leave at that ... It is the dense green of wet woodland ... A cloudless jewel green ... An glassy emerald green ... A shifting, swaying, green of breezy lush meadows ...
And now, all these three things converge ... Her back ... Her hair ... Her green sari ...
She stands, her heart thundering in her chest ... She places a steading palm across it, hoping to quieten it ... In a pounding heartbeat, he is back ... His stride casual yet purposeful ... He comes to a stop, inches from her ... His eyes glazed, a loose smile tugging at his lips, he dips his head towards her, his hand reaching behind to release her hair clip.
Her bare back is framed, unforgettably, vividly, dead center of the mirror ... Yet not once do his eyes flicker to it ... Not once does he acknowledge it ... Not once does he lift his eyes from her face ...
Freed from its constraint, her hair tumbles like a dark dense veil ... A velvety curtain that instantly conceals her back from him ... Denial ... once again, all over again ... But this time he chooses his own denial ... He will wait ... He will determine ... The moment ... the place of unveiling ... And that moment is not yet ... He will time this ... pace this, just right ... So that she is ready ... For him ...Again brilliant connect to the consummation night when he uncovered her back. 👏👏👏Aab theek hai ... He says satisfactorily. His eyes gleem with unspoken intimacy ... With complete Haq. So much said in those three terse words ...
You were right Khushi, to hide yourself from me the first time around ... Now you are Mine ... You are mine ... No one me gets to see you but me ... And I will protect you even from my own lusting eyes ... Aab theek hai ...
But nothing works ... Because even her hair ensnares him ... He loves to see her with it down ... Flowing ... Swaying as he had a few days ago in her kitchen ... Framing her face in dark silky swathes ...
He stares, his smile deepens its hold on his eyes ... They gleem further ... He masks his aroused desire brilliantly ... But still fails ... It spills over his upturned lips ... It seeps through the corners of his gleaming eyes ... Hitting her in waves ...
She looks at him with in a dazed confusion, but allows him his right. He watches, can't help himself ... She is mesmerisingly beautiful ... Vaisay yeh rang tumpay, he pauses, his unblinking eyes blink twice in quick succession ... Utna bhi bura nahi lagat, he confesses ... He concedes ... He compliments ...
Her heart in her mouth, she watches as he turns and walks out, without another backward glance.
She changes and goes downstairs ... It takes him not a second to spot her missing earring ... He holds his ear ... Signally to her, her missing earring ...
Or ... Seeking absolution ... Much like she did, not an hour ago ? Kan pakkar kay maafi ... She follows, mimicking him ...
Kaan pakkar kay apologies all around from both of them ... Or just a missing earring ... You decide ...Superb Analysis!! 👏👏👏 Loved your masterful decoding of this episode. This one is a special episode for me - this was when I came into IPK. An email from a friend finally decided me into giving it a try.That night when I watched it for the first time I was struck by this M&B set-piece. She unaware of his presence, he the tall, dark, handsome hero watching her, wrong-footing her, playing with her, throwing her into virginal confusion, enjoying her blushes, her awareness of him, giving her a taste of seduction, a glimpse into a whole new world. And yet there was a sweetness through it all.It was a classic and I was hooked! Caught up with all the love-scenes over the weekend (no sleep of course) And didn't miss a single episode from there on! 😃Thank you for revisiting it. What a pleasure this is!!
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