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Episode 323
The young girl who thought any man disbelieving in god would definitely be the devil incarnate himself has blossomed into a wife who knows the pure heart her Arnavji has. She, who had forced him to do all sorts of things on janmashtami, and lectured him on god and customs on numerous occasions, has started to accept his ways.
What made me immensely happy was her tone. She wasn't making excuses for her husband's sake. She said it with a subtle sort of pride to her buaji that her husband was a good man, respectful and kind. And in a mature way she understood that forcing someone against their own belief to follow a custom defeats the purpose entirely. Here was the glimpse of the Khushi who believed whole heartedly, but not blindly, in traditions.
Buaji has to tease about her short tempered, sometimes reckless, unpredictable babua.. remember how he had walked in carrying her unconscious niece in his arms? And another night he came and slammed bundle of notes on the table. Am sure that would remain etched in the simple ladies heart, even if the scene lost it vindictiveness. Then that same babua literally eloped with her sankadevi, but buaji realizes how much Khushi loves him and he her.
Standing outside listening to his wife speak on his behalf, he smiles. A slight softening of expression, which I always like better that the whole smiles. This one seemed to well up in his heart. A relatively small gesture, but he has to say thank you, with utmost gratitude.
For this once, his wife gets to linger and be soft.. Bid him farewell in his way.. Byee.. A hush in the air.. She would rather he not leave or she go with him.. A recognizing sparkle in his eyes, as he says his byee..
Late in the night, she looks iridescent in the moonlight. She misses him. And he misses her too. The subtle longing that is allowed to last for a few minutes on Khushi's face makes me sigh in relief. Khushi Kumari Gupta has declared to her Salmaji that now she is officially Singh raizada. And please take note even khushi likes Arnavji's look from first episode. That is the one that hid salmanji. Oh and not to forget lonely pining man misses her taekwondo sleeping.
As I watch I remember how many things used to happen in each episode. Garima continues to be terrified and others all vaguely oblivious. Dadi is her obnoxious unberable self. Akash has some dialogues finally. And of course the entry of the cameras placed slyly by the return of our super slimy villain.
ASR never expects much from others for himself. He'll eat alone, face problems alone, find a solution alone, bear the pain alone and when everyone is enjoying he usually leans quietly against the pillar and allows them to enjoy. So when he heard Khushi, his wife, speak up for him he was deeply touched.
And when ASR is touched he returns the favour in his wholehearted grand way. Maybe he is touched by how much we take his side too, and just maybe his gray suit, clean look, black scarf, white shirt is just for us.
So Aman might have spent all morning researching about roka, or ASR did all this himself, but he knows which side he should stand, and who applies tika first. Though before all these in a very western laad governor gesture he asked for Khushi's hand, placed it in his, and walked to the center with her. He makes it clear this time all rituals with be immaculately followed. Most probably so that no silly dadi or crazy channel can come in the way of his marriage.
Buaji's rakhsha dhaga is also on his hand and to Khushi's amazed question the pragmatic man has a simple reply. When he is doing all this for her he will just do all of it, including dancing to Salmanji, and worshipping in temples with smiles on his face.
I even have some fluterry things happening at his smile when he is pinching khushi. Then its time for him to remind his clearly overjoyed bride-to-be that technically he has already put a ring on her finger. "tab se".. she has to admit..
During another wedding he had watched her dance on stage and been mesmerized. Then he had still been discovering this new feeling. On holi he needed a glass of bhang to break the barriers of the heart and watch her dance, his drunken eyes adoring her. Today he needs no excuse, his eyes can feast on her. He wanted so desperately to see her chirpy and carefree again, finally she is.
Soon the pull is too much. He can no longer bear even the slightest distance, no longer watch from far, without touching her. She is beautiful, all his. There are too many people between them, too much distraction around them. He leads her to their safe haven, a mystical mythical paradise. His poolside.
Its not a moonless night. Its not a decision to regret. It is a long drawn out beautiful thrilling seduction. Of her or himself or me? Can't really tell at his point.. All I can say is whatever it is.. aane do..
"kya kar re hai aap"? , she stutters, looking utterly gorgeously flustered.
"tumhe dekh ra hun", matter of fact suave perfection.
"kyu?" .. Aah you innocent girl.. Do you know how inviting your blushing cheek looks right now?
Man is ready to bend a few rules and find a few loopholes to spend a few minutes alone with the biggest deal of his life. His hand cradles her cheek, she is having a hard time to breathe. Another hand, with the proud rakhsha dhaga in display, is placed on the wall encasing her.
"wo di aa jayegi", but there is a shy smile playing on her lips.. The music has decided to do its own lovely lilting magic.
His face is at an angle, lips slightly pulled apart, teasing, wanting, drawn to her.
"aane do".. thick, gravelly whisper, but not before he has finally kissed her. Lips pouting touching her forehead. A protective, tender gesture intermingled with all that rampant desire.
Is this what is meant when books talk about a gaze darkening? He looks at her lips that seem to be inviting and quivering.
"dadiji aa jayegi".. Half hearted attempt, her resistance dissolving, as she gets lost in his caress, in his love.
Another lingering kiss on the cheek. Her slender body curving towards him. What she can't say out loud is said by the way she sub consciously is reaching out to him, reveling in the closeness.
"aane do".. He has a regal flair as he says it this time.
Her eyes are lowered, eyelashes thick, voice breathless, and shaky. She isn't really saying no, not anymore.
Another kiss, the other lucky cheek.
"aane do", voice just went huskier, aroused. She has to open her eyes and look at him, as he moves closer.
"Amanji ka phone aa gaya toh?", but she looks and sounds as if she is wishing she didn't have to interrupt him. As if she is wishing to know how it would feel.
"aane do".. He isn't even paying attention to her feeble attempt at resistance..
"whaat.. aman ka phone aa jayega?", utters the man in disbelief.
She explains some more, voice still sweet, and shaken. A little scared , maybe at his reaction to her interruption.
Her memories always take her back to the surreal night an exciting unpredictable handsome man had placed her amma's payal tenderly on her feet, and then walked towards her, reaching this very wall. She had been drawn to him. His eyes had held promise of the unspoken. A phone ring had broken the spell, but she had repeatedly remembered him pushing back her lock of hair and holding her face as if he needed her to breathe.
Not angry, just amused, and adoring as ever, he has to say in mock indignation, "romantic moments bigarne ke sau tareeke by Khushi Kumari Gupta"..
And now she adds full of mischief with the sweetest smile, that lights up both their face.. "Singh Raizada"
Can't stop smiling.. Off to watch all this again.
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