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Iss Pyaar ko kya naam doon and bollywood (songs not included)

PART - 01

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When, I truly felt sorry for Arnav Singh Raizada.

Arnav Singh Raizada. A mere character from an indian T.V series which only ran for about 1 year and 9 months. I know, it's been 12 years, but I don't understand this love that I have felt for this series at all. Maybe, because, there's a connection that this series' characters create with their audience? Dunno.

Here's a moment, that lasts with me to this day. When I could see a naked Battle between Arnav Singh Raizada and ASR. Beautifully depicted, when he was suddenly made a host to Preeto's wedding.

HE WAS GUILTY

He was reminded of the day he married his wife. A day where all of her relationships were put on a test, when he became a Rakshas who ordered her to be his captive. The day about which her girl friends asked, and Khushi lied. She lied that she looked beautiful that day, she lied that her ornaments were pretty, she lied about her favourite coloured lehenga, she lied that her wedding was her most beautiful day.

Arnav didn't want to be reminded of his mercilessness. He didn't want to be the prosecutor that Khushi believes he is.

HE WAS REMINDED OF

Rummaging through his stuff, looking for his file in a scattered room. Wondering, if his crazy wife has kept it hidden somewhere. He looked at a drawer, a glittery sheet peeking out. "Pagal hai..." A slight smirk on his face, disappears when he sees a reality that he keeps at the back of his mind but, tends to forget. A slip on it says, to Khushi ji, with love from, Shyam.

Reminding him, that she doesn't feel for him, reminding him that she is a betrayal. A vile woman that he fell for. And still is a moth to her flame.

Khushi came inside the room. She asked him if he was going to come outside to meet everyone. But, like always, she became the fodder to his rage. "isse pehle mai kuch kru, dafa ho jao yaha se"

HE WAS ENRAGED

What was he gonna do? Belittle her? Insult her again? Or this time, he wanted to grab her tight to shout at her not caring if her family listens. Whatever it was, he was in no mood. He threw her out of her room.

It's always him that is entitled to a place to stay, it's Khushi who needs to get lost whether it's his room or even if it's her own room. That's how it works with ASR. He wasn't going to stay here. He was calling a car to go back.

Avoiding a scene in front of her mother, Khushi leaves, Arnav was packing up when he listens to the worries of the bride's mother. He was interested, interested in the pettiness of the family that Preeto was going to get married into.

Khushi was trying to appease the Classist Mama and Mami of the groom. Until Arnav agressively says "Khushi chup ho jao". Maybe, he didn't want Khushi to appease them? But, it gets countered when Arnav next says "Jao dusri ice cream leke ao" when groom's mama ji says "aap apni biwi ko samjhaye ki bado se kaise baat krte hai" Arnav replies "Koshish karunga" I don't know what to say about this. I think he didn't even try to protect his wife here, he had bigger plans after this. What do you guys think he was trying to do by telling Khushi to shutup?

Khushi was arguing with Arnav for his uncalled rude behaviour and compares him to their ungrateful guests.

HE WAS A HERO

Arnav tells the groom to man up. Fires him, tells him to stand up for his wife to be, in his ASR way of talking. The groom realised this and stands up for Preeto and her family. Arnav saved the day.

Everyone danced, including his wife. His now, ex employee invites him to dace, Arnav complies.

HE FOUND HIS WAY TO HIS WIFE

What will a man do if he found himself in a sea of strangers dancing? He would find his way to his wife. He watched Khushi dancing and found his refuge. Obviously, a husband will follow his wife if he was to avoid any awkwardness. Dancing by his wife could save him from bearing his awkwardness alone. His wife was his obvious partner. Someone gave him a slight push and he collided with his wife. A Rabba ve happens, eye lock happens but, this time. Khushi and Arnav both were complaining to each other. Conflict obvious in their eyes.

Khushi saw the groom talking to Arnav about how he made him realise that he should man up. Arnav talked sense to him, and Khushi was left wondering, Arnav doesn't practice what he preaches. Within a moment he fills her with love, and the next, hates her.

HE WAS GUILTY AGAIN

A mother is always worrying about her kids. Garima, wanted assurance from Khushi, that she is happy with her husband. Khushi makes up a lie. Lie about her happily ever after. Arnav, is wise, he takes care of her loved ones, he gets hurt when she is in pain, he never lets her do anything by herself, she gets whatever she wants without even asking, he was the best husband.

HE WAS SORRY

The events have been a roller coaster ride for Arnav. He was feeling sorry for Khushi because, he couldn't give her the best wedding, he was mad at his wife for betraying him, then he tried to save her family's face, then he felt sorry for her again because, he couldn't be the best husband.

Now, in the pale moonlight he was left with his turmoil. He was left with conflicting emotions. He was not being nice to her. Didn't he always feel that way? Being rude to her and regretting it after? Wasn't his wife his worst enemy? Then why was he feeling so much for today?

IN THIS LOVE, NOTHING ELSE MATTERS.

When he was Ranjha, he admitted, he admitted that, regardless of everything that she did, he couldn't help but love her.

He didn't want to love her, but, watching her cocoon inside her blanket because of cold, he turned off the AC. He layed besides her, looked at her innocent face lit by the moonlight. She was sleeping peacefully now. He put his hand in her. Held it lovingly as if saying "I am sorry Khushi". And slept watching her.

. . . . . . .

What's amazing about this episode is that, even after watching her worst possible avatar. He was capable of holding her on to himself. He was capable of loving someone, even if they have hurt him. He could not forgive her but, he could sure still want her. He was not someone, who could let go of his strong emotions so easily. His love was bigger than anything, any mistakes, any sins and any relationship. Just like he said during second marriage.

Mere pyar ko kisi suboot ki zaroorat nhi hai.

Or wakai mai nhi hai, haina?

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ArShi OS: Chance

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Fear paralyzed her as her vision went blank. She blinked furiously, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Hands flailed in darkness,  feet unsteady.

The memory of her room wiped out the minute the whole house blacked out. Her heart beat furiously against her chest. Her throat tightened, as if she had swallowed broken glass. 

The last time the room was this dark, Shyam had stepped in to take advantage of her fear. He had walked in with a candle, hoping she’d be disoriented enough to let him come inside her room, or worse - hold her knowing she wouldn’t be able to put up a fight. 

God knows, if Nanhe hadn’t appeared on time-

Khushi collapsed, shutting her ears as another thunder blasted. 

Their headlights stopped working. The road ahead was pitch dark. Khushi clutched her teddy bear. Her father didn’t realize oil had spilled on the road. Her mother was screaming. A deafening crash. 

“Amma,” She cried, her body numb. 

THINK KHUSHI!

Khushi’s eyes snapped open. Arnav was out of town, so were the rest of the family. She forced her mind to focus on the facts. A house like Shantivan rarely loses power. It is not a coincidence that it had to happen the one time she was alone at home. 

More than the trauma of her parents’ death, it was reality that shook her bones. 

Shyam was back. 

The thought alone powered her to stand up and grab the first thing she could find. She screamed at the winds, screamed of her bravery, enough to let anyone know she was far from disoriented. Far from being taken advantage of. 

There was no reply apart from the howling winds and flickering lights. Cold sweat trickled down her temples. 

Perhaps it was just the thunder and her trauma. Nothing else. 

“Hey Devi Maiyya,” she whispered, soft relief washing over her. Before she could thank her stars, a shadow appeared. Panic seized Khushi. There was only one man who had cast a shadow in her room more than once.

Shyam Manohar Jha

Khushi screamed but her voice was stuck. Tears streamed down her cheeks but she couldn’t say a word nor move a limb. He had gripped her in broad daylight, there was no saying what he came for now.

Suddenly she was an eight years old child in the car, sure of her death. She was in a loop where no matter how much she blinked, she couldn’t see, couldn’t wake up.

Find Arnav

Blood flowed back into her body as she furiously searched for her phone. He’d save her. He always had. She should’ve gone with him. Stayed with him. At this point she didn’t even remember what they had fought about. She knocked the furniture over, unable to find her phone. 

Her ears twitched. She heard footsteps. 

No

She grabbed a pot and ran towards the exit. She had to leave this house - now! Her feet came to an abrupt halt when she saw a man standing in the living room, aware she’d been trying to make an escape.

Tears dried and her mouth struggled to speak. Her throat was parched, inhibiting her from speaking.

She let out a silent scream when lightning flashed. His face was as visible as day. 

Arnav 

She had heard stories of how the Lord Shiva had appeared as a saviour, untouched by the chaos surrounding him. Standing with a soft smile, unmoved by the thunder or darkness, Arnav appeared no less than the God himself. 

Somehow, this time too, he appeared just in time to save her. 

“Khushi?”

Khushi’s hands lost their strength. She didn’t need to put up a defence. She was safe. Relief burst through tears as she ran towards him. Her feet slipped and she fell down the stairs but she got up and ran again. Her forehead and arms burned from the fall but she ran despite it all. She reached out to him, her hoarse ‘Arnav’ steady on her lips like a prayer. 

Before she could fall again he grasped her arms and she pulled him into the tightest embrace and cried her heart out. Her wails were silent, for there were no tears and her throat choked her. Yet she heaved in his arms in relief. He was solid, this was not an imagination. The muscle and fabric under her fingertips was his alone. It was real.

She was saved. 

– – – 

Few men were as shrewd as Arnav Singh Raizada. He knew how to utilize one’s weakness for his profit. Perhaps that’s why it wasn’t a surprise when he ran a million dollar company by 26. Thus he never lost, nor were his intuitions and strategies ever proven wrong.

So when Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada challenged him that she would never come running into his arms - he knew she’d eat back her words by tonight. 

But when he saw her panic stricken face on the stairs, he lost his footing. Her eyes were bloodshot, face pale. Tears and makeup had streamed down her face and she almost appeared bloodless. He couldn’t move, unable to accept that he had caused her this.

Perhaps it was not real. Perhaps it was his guilty conscience berating him for using Khushi’s fear against her. 

It was not something husbands do.

So he blinked, hoping this apparition would disappear and his Khushi would come forth and smack him for teasing her. He could take her anger, but not fear. 

It was then he remembered why she feared darkness. Nausea overcame him. For every second Khushi approached him, he saw the magnitude of what he had done.  

He snapped out when Khushi fell down the stairs, slipping on the roses he had laid for her. He never thought she would run down the stairs. He thought she’d see the flowers and be appeased.

She loved roses, didn’t she? But she slipped again and before he could hold her she reached him. Her skin was cold yet she was sweating. Her lips were chapped, eyes frantic. 

She embraced him tight, and his breath was knocked out of his lungs. 

“A-Arnav-ji” She panted, her breathing erratic. His focus shifted to her, he gripped her tight, cradling her head in his arms. Khushi calm down, it’s me. He pressed his lips to her head and she hugged him tighter, her body quivering in fear.

They stood like that for a minute, her seeking comfort in his arms, him blocking out everything apart from Khushi in his arms. 

He would deal with consequences later. 

“Khushi,” Arnav hesitated, still rubbing his hand up and down her back, “I’m so sor-” Khushi’s body went lax. 

“Khushi?” Arnav broke the hug and her knees buckled. He tapped her cheek but she had passed out. And even then, her grip on his collar was tight.

– – –

The Raizadas stepped in and were first scandalized by the flowers on the floor. Did Arnav and Khushi have no sense-

Their accumulated anger broke as a pale Khushi lay on the sofa and Arnav ran around to get a doctor. Even Manorama, the one ready for a taunt, was stunned by how pale Khushi looked.

Like her life had been sucked out of her. Anjali kept quiet and was about to reach for Khushi when Akash went ahead and stopped Arnav’s maddening pace. 

“Bhai? Is Khushi-ji ok. Are you ok? What happened?” Akash held his older brother’s shoulders. 

“She’s not waking up. Give me your car keys. Mohan had this fucking great idea to take all the cars for maintenance. I’m not even getting a signal. I have to take her to the hospital.” Arnav panicked, throwing his bluetooth halfway across the room as his phone line didn’t connect. 

“Okay, bhai, calm down. You won’t be helping Khushi-ji like this.” Arnav closed his eyes shut, nodding at whatever Akash was saying.

Despite the confusion, Anjali’s heart ached for Khushi. Without consciousness, it appeared to Anjali how young Khushi truly was. But didn’t Shyam say how young Khushi was? Young to be tempted - her body rejected the idea before her mind could.

She knew this woman at the back of her hand. And with her so pale, Anjali doubted if Khushi could ever take advantage of anyone. 

That’s when a few bruises on Khushi’s arms caught her eye. Who gave this? 

“I’ll drive-” Arnav stated. 

“No Bhai, I’ll drive you both to the hospital. You stay with her, ok?” Akash advised. Mohan ran in the house, mumbling several apologies. Anjali briefly sprinkled water on Khushi but to no effect. 

“Chotte, Akash is saying the right thing. Let’s go to the hospital-” Anjali said.

“There’s no need for you all to come.” Payal interjected and grabbed Khushi’s hand from Anjali. Her frame shook in rage. Given all the treatment they had given to Khushi off late, Payal could not take another second of the Raizadas fawning over her. 

“Hello hi bye bye, what is-”

“Maa ji, it’s my sister. So you all don’t have to be worried. Jeth-ji and I will take her to the hospital. Mohan-ji will drive us there.” Nani was surprised at Payal’s tone. She was never the one to oppose anything anyone said - especially Anjali. 

“What are you saying Payal? Why wouldn’t I-”

“Akash ji, your sister and your house needs you more.” Anjali frowned, this was the first time she had heard Payal refer to her as Akash’s sister. 

“But if Khushi-ji needs anything-” Akash argued.

“You don’t have to worry about it Akash-ji. She is my sister. I have and can look after her.” Akash was stunned, he knew where this was coming from. But it was unfair to use an argument against him now. 

“Payal, main-”

He stopped when Arnav rushed by him and gingerly picked Khushi in his arms. That’s when Arnav saw Anjali and the rest of the family. 

“Di…” Arnav felt like he owed an explanation. 

“Chotte it’s ok, please take her to the hospital first.” Anjali smiled but Arnav shook his head.

“Di my meeting got canceled. That's why I came home early. Things have not been going ok so I thought of surprising Khushi and… and we would’ve met you all on the road but-”

“Chotte you don’t have to explain me anything. Your wife is unwell that is your first priority.” Anjali admonished. 

“No Di I need to because I know you hate Khushi and Mami just adds-” Arnav cut himself off. Fuck. He shouldn’t have said any of that. Without giving anyone else another glance he and Payal walked away. 

“Wah, Arnav bitwa comes home for romance and he has the audacity to blame me when Phati-Sari is the one who has him wrapped around her little fin-”

“Maa enough!” Akash thundered. “Di, please go to your room and take rest, okay?”

Anjali barely nodded and allowed Nani to accompany her room. Was she suffocating Chotte? Was everything wrong in the house stemming from her inability to accept the truth?

Is she ruining her brother’s marriage?  Was she happy to see Chotte and Khushi-ji break up because they broke up her and Shyam? 

Horrified at her own trail of thoughts she burst into tears and hugged Nani. Why did the truth seem so elusive? 

Akash closed the doors and stared at his mother in anger. Manorama had the presence of mind to look a little bit guilty. 

“Maa, you’re aware right that our marriages are fragile right now?” Akash asked.

“Yes but they are respon-”

“Oh yes, I hold them guilty for not telling us the truth on time. But nothing apart from that. I still love Payal and Bhai still loves Khushi-ji. I’ve seen how you treated them off late. It’s almost like them not telling us the truth justified this long standing hatred you have, haina?” Akash accused.

He had seen the way his mother had behaved the way it stifled both Payal and Khushi. They, of course, laughed off any of Manorama’s taunts but he knew it was not normal that he found his wife on the verge of being kicked out twice for something as small as a burnt dish or a pill. 

Arnav and Anjali had a lot on their plates. The mother who could help him with his marriage was too keen to see it breaking apart. Akash felt truly alone and abandoned.

It was as if no one was there to help him out with his issues. His anger for Shyam doubled. It was just an affair but he managed to make sure the news breaks the family to pieces. 

“Akash bitwa how dare you accuse your mother! Didn’t you see how they hid the truth so they could get married into this rich household? They ruined Anjali bitiya’s happiness. In fact I’ll be happy when those two get out of this house.” Manorama huffed. 

“Fine. I’ll leave Payal. In fact I’ll also ask Bhai to leave Khushi-ji. But all this will only happen when you leave Papa.” Akash watched his mother’s face shift from joy to terror. 

“A-Akash”

“You hate them for the same reason Dadi hated you. I regret the fact that you never opened your eyes maa. You love us, but you love status more. Here my relationship is on the rocks, things have continuously gone wrong between Bhai and Khushi-ji and as my mother you aren’t there to help me. No, I exist so you can get a great bahu and reclaim your status. I don’t know how to process the fact that you’re taking advantage of my relationship breaking apart.” Akash looked away, overwhelmed by tears.

Manorama stood shell shocked. If there was one person she had counted to never bring up her flaws, it was her son. He was her own.

“I don’t feel happy saying this Maa. I know you genuinely love us. But that’s lost. And now I’m lost in my family. You’re upset on Payal not telling anyone anything, right? So why didn’t you tell me that Bhai was kidnapped? NK bhai also didn’t say anything. Bhai, who trusts me with his company, didn’t tell me the truth about Shyam although he knew it for six months." Akash sighed.

"And now Di, who would understand what I would say without saying a word, refuses to listen to me when I beg her to move on and not trust Shyam. Papa is not here and my own mother is happy to see my marriage break with the only woman I ever loved. I am a stranger in my family and I don’t know who to blame.” Manorama remained quiet as Akash broke into tears. She couldn’t say a word. 

How could she? When she knew that she complained to Arnav about Khushi visiting Anjali or interfered with Payal trying to talk things out with Akash not only because she was genuinely upset but also that she saw it as a point for them to break off with the women she disapproved of. 

“Beta-” She tried to touch his arm.

“I’m sorry maa, I shouldn’t have spoken like that. Update me when Di feels better.” Akash walked away, the mask of calmness and maturity back in place.

For the first time Manorama realized that her son was not naive nor blind, he just tolerated more and loved enough to not interfere.  

– – – 

Payal pressed on her temples, her heart aching as she recollected how hurt Akash looked when she distanced herself from him. She knew he was genuinely worried about Khushi. Like the brother he is to her.

Yet, Payal couldn’t resist throwing back his words to him. 

And now that she did, she felt awful. An eye for an eye did make the world blind. 

She took a walk outside the hospital, desperately needing fresh air. Why is it when they were a step closer to patching things up, it fell through?

She knew she should call Akash, let him know that Khushi was stable but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her pride and self esteem were still hurt. 

She had suffered a lot in the past few days and she felt at this point her suffering was more than her crime. But she couldn’t blame Akash entirely. They were both angry and doing things they didn’t mean. 

The cool winds of Delhi chilled her. She rubbed her palms up and down her arms. She missed the man who was silently there for her. 

A jacket was extended to her. 

Payal turned and saw Akash standing, his eyes clouded in worry. 

“Akash-”

“Maa and Nani are with Di. She’s sleeping now. How’s Khushi ji?” He waited with bated breath as she took the jacket and wrapped it around her shoulder. 

“Thank you. She’s asleep. She had a panic attack.” Payal explained. Akash frowned, panic attacks and Khushi? 

“Khushi was in the car when her parents died. So she doesn’t do well with speeding cars and darkness. The last time this happened, Khushi was thirteen. Some of her friends thought it was nice to prank her and lock her up in a closet.  But I was there. I just wonder what would’ve happened if Jeth-ji hadn’t come in time. She would’ve gone through this by herself and-” Payal burst into tears.

Akash hugged her tight and she wrapped her arms around his wait. It had been so long since he had held her. 

He closed his eyes, he finally felt at home.

“I’m sorry Akash. I’ve failed you as a wife,” Akash opened his eyes, surprised at her comment, “I’ve failed this house as a bahu. And I think I have failed Khushi as a sister. I’ve failed everyone I’ve loved-”

Akash broke the hug and held her shoulders, he searched her lovely face for answers. 

“Payal, you’ve made a mistake and so have I. If one mistake fails you then there’s no one here who has never failed.” Payal nodded, wiping her tears with his handkerchief. 

“I’m happy though that Khushi and Jeth-ji have managed to go strong. I was afraid if we ever told him the truth then he would’ve blamed Khushi for everything. But rather he’s been protective of her. Even Khushi has never left his side.” Payal sighed. Akash looked at her, her own wish visible in her eyes.

That is what she wanted. Someone to never leave his side. 

And here he was, expecting her to walk by him without even saying that’s what he wanted. 

Payal was surprised when Akash took her in another hug, “I’ll never leave you Payal. We’ll fight, have arguments, but I swear I won’t stop working on this relationship.” Payal closed her eyes and breathed in relief. It was the first time since months she felt she truly held him in her arms. 

And now, in his arms, she had the strength to fight against anything. The battle for showing Di the truth and managing this house had only begun. 

– – – 

Arnav sat on the edge of the hospital bed, holding Khushi’s pale hand in his. Her cheeks were finally suffused with color. There was a small bump on her forehead and a bandaid on her arm from when she fell. With a trembling hand he pushed a strand of hair behind her ears. He had misused her fear. Only for his sake. 

Arnav looked away, unable to accept the truth that he was responsible for her state. He loved her, beyond any logical reasoning. But the fact that he led her to this hospital looked very little like love. 

No sorry was enough. No ‘I didn’t mean it’ was enough. Nothing was enough. 

Tears overwhelmed him, along with the realization that if Khushi got to know the truth and wanted to leave - he  had nothing to convince her otherwise. In a span of forty eight hours he had hurt her twice. Both times to a point of no recovery. 

He pressed a warm kiss on her knuckles, hoping against hope that it would say everything he couldn’t. 

Khushi stirred from her sleep and jerked up, Arnav rushed to hold her head but she pushed him away. She blinked hard and looked at him.

It is Arnav. 

Her shoulders sagged in relief and she extended her arms for a hug. Armav, too selfish to not give into a hug, wrapped his arms around her as she closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest. 

“Thank God it’s you.” She whispered, coughing as her parched throat protested. Arnav handed her a glass of water. Khushi frowned at his wordless actions. It was unlike him to be so quiet with her. 

“Arnav-ji, I’m fine. You don’t have to be so worried.” She smiled. What was she made of? Arnav looked away, lest she see his tears, and waited for her to be done with her glass of water. His hands were still trembling. She held his hands and kept it on her lap. 

“I’m genuinely fine. I… I’ve been through this before. But this time it was something else.” Khushi grew serious. Arnav panicked, waiting for answers. 

“Arnav-ji… I think Shyam is back.” Arnav froze and stared at her. 

“He has done this before.” Khushi trembled, gripping his hand until her knuckles turned white. 

“Did what?” Where was Shyam? How did he not see him! 

Khushi nodded and let go of his hands, brushing her thumb on the little nail impressions on his skin. Arnav cupped her cheek and insisted, “What did he do?”

Khushi had tried sleeping with her small lamp on. The memories of Arnav, the hut and the barely said words fresh in her mind. She twisted and turned in her bed, racking her brains to draw up a plan to rescue him. Suddenly, the lights went out. Khushi jerked up, alert and afraid. For a small moment she remembered how he had brought fireflies to ease her fears. And somehow he always dispelled her fears. 

And right then she heard footsteps and saw a shadow. Had Arnav freed himself? Is he secretly coming home? No! That sounded ludicrous - why wouldn’t they escape together if that was the case. 

To her horror, Shyam stood in front of her with a candle - attempting to cajole her fears. He walked closer, attempting a hug and touched her hand. 

“If Nanhe-ji hadn’t arrived in time,” Khushi shivered in disgust. Arnav shook with rage and stood up, itching to throw something against the wall and shatter it to pieces. All this while he had never thought what were the consequences of bringing Khushi in the same house as Shyam.

“Fuck!” He slammed his hand against the wall. 

“Arnav-ji!” Khushi shrieked. Arnav turned around, his anger diminishing at the worry in her eyes. He walked to her in two steps and held her face. 

“I swear I won’t leave you again Khushi. It’s all my fault. I should’ve listened to you-”

“Hey,” Khushi cupped his face, brushing her thumb against his stubble, “You’re here with me. You believe me. He can’t do anything to me. Despite him being there today he couldn’t even come in front of me only because you were there.” Arnav hung his head and clenched his fists. 

He sat on the bed and asked softly, “How are you sure he was there today?”

“Arnav-ji, I am pretty sure he has kept tabs on all of us. It is not coincidence that all the lights went out on a thunderous night where no one was at home. He knows my fear. I wouldn’t keep it above him to use it. And I saw a shadow of a man. Just like that night. Only one man can do such a disgusting thing. But thanks to Devi Maiyya you came here at the right time,” Khushi gave his hands a reassuring squeeze. 

Arnav couldn’t speak. His throat tightened as Khushi looked at him with her eyes full of hope and sincerity. Khushi frowned as she noted the guilt on his face. Oh, when will he stop feeling responsible for everything? 

“Arnav-ji, the mistake is mine. Easily we would’ve been touring the Taj Mahal and bickering about whether or not you’re my pati, but I had to be a wonder woman at home.” Khushi teased him.

Arnav covered his face with his hands, unable to take her reassurances. Khushi shifted towards him and removed his hands. She held his cheek and turned him to look at her. 

“Arnav-ji. Nothing happened. And you can’t feel guilty for an incident where you weren’t even there. And you should be happy. I did end up in your arms right? Which means that I have to accept that you’re my husband.” Khushi dramatically sighed and waited for him to smile.

Except he let out a shuddering breath and whispered sorry. 

“Arnav-ji, why are you apologizing? Is it about before? Then it’s ok… I know you didn’t mean it.” Khushi said. However Arnav couldn’t bear to look at her. She moved forward to hold his other cheek. 

“Arnav-ji, you’re behaving like you’re the one who switched off the lights,” Khushi chided. Arnav froze and looked at her, wide eyed. Khushi’s smile dropped, her hands leaving his face. In the few months of a difficult marriage with Arnav, Khushi had been forced to learn every single expression and body language. 

For a man who did things very differently than what he promised, it was his silence that gave her answers. When he had looked away right after Holi, declaring he didn’t remember anything, she realized he remembered everything.

When he had looked away, telling her their marriage was still a contract, she realized he was telling anything but the truth. 

She had assumed he wasn’t meeting her eyes because he felt guilty for not being there when Shyam was harassing her. For all the previous accusations. For being unaware what being married in this house meant. 

But Arnav was rarely a person to ruminate on the past, no matter how terrible his deeds were. He never shied from looking straight into someone’s eyes if there was a grain of truth.

And the only time he met her eyes, frightened, was when she joked that he had switched off the lights. 

Khushi’s chest tightened. A rock lodged itself in her heart. Her hands still hovered across the face as she searched his tormented face for answers. No, this couldn’t be her Arnav. 

“You didn’t reach home on time by coincidence. You… you did it?” She agonized, her hands falling to her sides. Arnav immediately grabbed her hands, “Khushi I didn’t know all of this would happen-”

“Why Arnav-ji?” Khushi snatched her hands away and buried her face in her palms. 

“Khushi, I’m sorry. I really didn’t know-”

“You didn’t know?” She snapped, “What did you not know? I told you what happened when I was eight. I literally fainted and developed a fever in Nainital because I was in a dark room. It happened in front of you! You know what happens Mr. Raizada.” Veins stood on her neck as she yelled at him. 

“Khushi I did not mean to hurt you-”

“Then what did you mean to do? What in the world did I do to deserve this? Who have I hurt in your family again? How have I hurt you?” Khushi demanded, angry tears threatening to spill. Arnav looked away and refilled her glass of water. 

“Look at me Mr. Raizada. You hate it when others look away while talking right, well that’s applicable to you too. Why did you do this?” Khushi stood up, wavering on her two feet. 

Arnav rushed to her and held her before she fell. Khushi struggled in his grip but he didn’t relent. 

“You’ll fall Khushi.” He warned. 

“I don't care. I just feel like an idiot for running straight into your arms-” Khushi stopped, her eyes widening in disbelief. 

You’ll come back to me. You’ll accept me as your husband. In fact you’ll run straight into my arms. 

“You did this for a challenge?” Khushi shuddered and swayed. Arnav put her back on the bed and she remained quiet. Arnav waited for her outpour. For her to hold him responsible and yell at him for being insensitive. He could only apologize after she punished him. 

Except Khushi sat quietly, tears streaming down her cheeks until they ran dry. 

“Say something,” He requested. 

“What should I say? I can’t say I hate you because I don’t. I can’t say I want to leave you because I know what the consequences of that are. I can’t say I’m heartbroken because you’ve heard that a thousand times and there’s been no difference. It’s just disappointing that you’re been cruel on things that needed no cruelty.” Khushi lamented, fidgeting with the band aid on her arm.

Their wedding, her accepting him as husband or a hug - all he ever needed to do was ask. Yet they’ve all been painted with brutality. 

Perhaps it is her fate, she couldn’t fault him entirely when destiny itself was written against her. 

“Khushi, how can I fix this?” Arnav asked. He was met by her mirthless chuckle.

“You cannot Arnav-ji. To hurt me once is an incident, twice is a mistake but the third time's a pattern.” Khushi rued, her face as pale as before, her eyes hollow. She had finally given up on this relationship because there was never a day where he wouldn’t hurt her. That fact alone broke her poor heart to pieces because there is no other man she could love as much.

Nor another man who could love her in return. In whatever bits and pieces she had received his love, it was filled with such intimacy and belonging that she had never had before. His love for his family was unparalleled. She just had the childish wish of being his family too. 

Arnav’s heart sank at her calm disposition. He saw hope and love diminish in her eyes. Even though he was sitting right next to her, the distance hadn’t been greater. He couldn’t breathe. 

When your loved one walks away from you, you will stop breathing. 

Clarity dawned on him and he grabbed her pale hands and Khushi balked. These were the eyes of a man determined and no good had resulted from it. 

“Khushi, I am very sorry for everything I’ve done and I am going to fix this.” He vowed. 

“Arnav-ji, please. The day I reciprocate you’re going to do something worse. And this time I won’t be able to survive it.” Khushi pleaded. 

“That won’t happen Khushi. I won’t promise anything, but I swear I’m not going to hurt you like this - ever.” Arnav stressed. Khushi looked away, there was no way she was going to look into his beautiful eyes when he said everything she had wanted to hear. 

“I know you won’t believe me. And that’s understandable given how I've been. But this time-” 

“This time what Arnav-ji? You’re not going to let me go? You’re going to make me accept that you’re my husband? You’ll tell my parents about our relationship?” Khushi cut in. How dare he make promises after violating her fears? How dare he treat her hurt as nothing? How dare he look like he loves her? 

Because love shouldn’t hurt so much. 

“This time I’ll prove that I’m a good husband.” Arnav solemnly vowed.

“What?”

“I realize there’s a fundamental logic lacking in the whole argument of me wanting you to accept me as husband.” Arnav perked up as if a light bulb had just flickered in his head, “It’s that I’m not husband material. Not by a mile away. So of course, this marriage is heading down a disastrous path. Therefore it’s done.”

“What is done?” Khushi was stunned. Either Arnav was suddenly drunk or he was possessed. By his smirk the latter half seemed likely. 

“The fact that I’ll be such a husband that you’ll grab the first person you see and declare yourself as Mrs. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada.” Arnav proclaimed.

“Are you ok? Do I put a bed for you here?” Khushi touched his forehead, genuinely worried for his health. 

“I haven’t been better. I know what to do but before that I need to know two things from you.” Khushi bristled at his optimism and glared at him. 

“Ask, this seems a lot like another stupid challenge where you’ll do anything to have me-”

“-exactly Khushi. Why do you think I want to have you?” Arnav asked. He folded his arms as Khushi flustered. 

“What do you want to ask me?” Khushi changed the topic and fidgeted with her band aid. 

“Khushi, promise me you won’t ever hide anything from me. I need to know everything about Shyam. It does not matter if it hurts me, Di or anybody.” Arnav’s momentary smile was lost. Khushi led out a deep breath. Her role in ruining Anjali’s life by not telling the truth wasn’t lost on her. In an attempt to validate her intentions she had spread a wildfire with her secrecy. 

“I promise,” She whispered. Arnav nodded and kneeled by her bed, taking her hands once again into his. 

“Khushi, do you truly want to leave this marriage? Do you want something else from life? Because-” Khushi choked up and glared at him. 

“-you really need an answer for this Arnav-ji? Do you not know what I want?” Khushi’s question was answered by the briefest kiss on her forehead. Her eyes shut, savoring the feel of his lips on her forehead. She must be completely touch deprived at this point. 

“Then I’m sorry Khushi, for everything I have ever done. And I promise, I will fix things for you.” Arnav stood up and walked to the door, not before turning back and giving her a look with hope and longing. 

And like the fool in love she was, Khushi Kumari Gupta found herself giving him the last chance knowing things would turn just right.

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A/N: Inspired by a very famous hug scene that left a very bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Hope you all liked this.

JWB

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[phati-sari]

Hi PS, I hope you're doing well. I sincerely hope your health is better and so are things on the personal front. I have been binge watching IPKKND as an escape from my depression and your blog has been a true stress-buster for me. I am currently watching Episode 423 (AKHaldi) and I was wondering if you had any insight into why they had chosen a blue dupatta as a make shift partition. I was thinking it'd been yellow/red. Any thoughts? No pressure. Thanks for your blog! & Thank you for your time!

It's a Salman-ji reference

#anon ask #answered #ipkknd #arshi

[ipkkndlovescenes]

IPKKND/Teri Meri-12th Anniversary

PART 1 [ Read Here]

❤️Dance of Souls 💞

A pure Passion, which was flowing with wings on the screen. The love and the passion is taking new shape here. The passion started the day when she fell in his arms, and his heart felt the beat the very first time.

“A woman in love respects and raises her man. She is his constant source of support. She matches his heart and passions with her own. She sees the very best in him, even when he does not. She is his foundation; what he returns home to.”― Elizabeth Bourgeret

 ASR was in a closed room, a bit dark, with a streak of light like a hope to see her again...and he stood in the light and in a white attire. Unlike all the time, with his button-up shirts and vests, he has his buttons open and loose shirt... She was on the poolside, immersed in his thoughts, under the stars. The ones were their guiding light tonight. Her beliefs were raising his hopes to be with her at all costs.

Physical attraction can only maintain a relationship for so long.  ASR scanned the stars for thoughts, but like how the moon and earth are in an eternal dance with each other, there must be another force holding them together, something not visible to our eyes. Likewise, two individuals must be mentally and emotionally attracted and equally understanding each other for their gravity to hold them together. Their love and their relationship had crossed another level.

Her image mirrored in his eyes, in his heart and brain. Embracing that image, he found her right before him like an angel. Tightly holding their breath, two swaying silhouettes kept walking towards each other in secret, shielded by night, soothing unquenched thirst for one another. Their throbbing hearts,

finding peace in fervour.

He came from the dark to the light and then faced her while she didn't lose eye contact without moving...an acceptance of Love from his side with purity within from both sides. She will never move from her protective and lovable side for her man, just like him, as he encircled her before grabbing her by her waist to pull her closer and digging his face into the curve of her neck to dominate his love and trust. He was missing her badly. She surrendered to him with closed eyes by putting aside all her worries, burdens, and fears by clasping his hands with hers to show her trust and complete faith in him. 

They were both willing to submit their souls, putting aside inhibitions, misunderstandings, fears, confusions, and barriers. She turned around and showed her complete trust by looking into his intense eyes, so close to his heart, by caressing his face with her hand, and the moment he touched her face, she lowered her eyes and hand and turned to walk away and then paused. All she could see was his pain and yearning for her in his eyes. 

She knew he wanted her, but he wouldn't be able to say that ...She knew he had called her many times during this abduction. She had heard his pleas; she knew what his heart wanted all along. Tonight, he answered her desperate need as well.

“I Can’t Live Without You.” expresses the whole meaning of true love. It is a beautiful and powerful emotion words can never express, nor can the mind comprehend its connection within two souls.”― Ellen J. Barrier

Their love was like the relationship between the sun, moon, and the earth. They revolved around each other. They were yin and yang. Night and day. Feminine and masculine counterparts. And they loved each other dearly. This woman changed him completely; he loved her; he wanted her so badly he couldn't taste the fear of losing her every second. He desired to take this fire and tried to keep it inside him. He would never be letting it go. 

They both followed their hearts, and the pull made them move towards each other. She permanently surrendered to his protective and possessive side. Feeling safe and at home in his embrace, he melted under his touch as he held her face with both hands. With an open heart, she submitted to his love, but the next moment, she lowered her eyes to hide her pain. Suddenly she disappeared from his hands like someone snatched her away from him...

"Kyuon Khuda tun ne mujhe aisa Khawab dikhaya jab haqiat main ussey todna tha..."

"Ek dooje se huwe juda jab ek dooje keh liye bane"

He turned briskly, lost in his search, but she ran back to him and hugged him, clinging to him without leaving any air in between. Clasping him tightly, she reassured his presence within her, and he didn't remove her either. 

He leaned towards her and listened to every beat her heart made for him. Holding her hand with his, not letting her disappear again, he turned towards her, and she hugged him. She had been screaming for his touch, his love, all this time, and he had given into his own longing for her. 

“I felt his pain as my own, and I wanted to touch him, feel him, reach inside his fractured heart and pull out all of the love he buried inside. I wanted to kiss every inch of his skin. I wanted to feel his brokenness against mine, like if we held each other hard enough, something within us would finally heal.”

― Jacqueline Simon Gunn

“Erupting like fiery autumn leaves between silks as skin meets skin, flames that lick everything and consume all there is.” ― Sreesha Divakaran,

He didn't let his grip on her lose, or she even let him do so as she pulled his hand to embrace her. She embraced him, encircling him with all of his strength and love with both hands. He was embracing her, hugging her, soothing her with both hands while his one hand was on her head.

His assurance, 

His Love, 

His support 

His dark eyes and wicked ways had her hooked, and without him now, she wouldn't live or he could survive. They were addicted to each other. He has worked his way into her blood, and now they are here. There was no going back.

A woman who thought she was ordinary learned she was not when she found his love across miles tonight.

When she thought he was his beginning, he discovered she was his end. 

Like the night mist twining itself about the hills and hollows of the land, he enfolded her within him, his touch and warmth circled her in, pressing himself more to her, holding her from her bare waist. 

She was his, now and forever, no matter what was waiting next. No matter how much others might try to drive them apart or discourage their union, no matter how much they might grow to hate them, seeing these intense feelings between them. But right now, he was stirring in her. No matter what he had done…

This man, this demon, this Shaitan… he was her prince.

His eyes screamed to tell her he always swam against the grain. The ruling mind who influenced the heart always controlled what he did, how he did it, and when. But lately, he had made his own choices that he disliked. His mind and doubts pressured him, forcing him to keep her away from him. But tonight, he wanted to confess that all he wanted was her...

I need you because I love you...

But she walks away again, sadness covering her leaving him there.

"Khushi..."

When he realised she was no longer closer, he called her name intensely.

And, she heard him miles away.. ... 

"His Light was within Him" now...he didn't have to look for her any more. He had this belief. His angel resided in him now...as when he called her name, her reflection was in the pool water before she turned around over his call ... He could feel her, she could feel him, and they both could communicate from miles away.

Arnav assuredly, with his full belief, called out to Khushi..." Khushi tum sun sakti ho mujhe, (he was still looking for confirmation... the logic) and...

 Khushi's answer was the answer to his unheard prayers...

" Hamesha" ...( Always)

She confirmed as well

"Kya aap sun sakte hain humari Dhadkan"

Without any hesitation, he confessed.

Haan!

" Hamesha" ...( Always)

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[msbhagirathi]

IPKKND LIVE BLOG SEASON 1 [Epi 5]

Let'z welocme Shyam today. *sarcasm intended* (-_-) (I know I wrote the wrong spelling by mistake but then I noticed it and thought let it be. Who cares. Shyam himself won't come here to correct me.)

There, I gave you the biggest spoiler of the episode, in advance to ruin your mood.

Heh. I am evil.

Now don't leave without reading it, okay? I do a lot of mehnat into writing these. :')

Come. Let'z begin this then *sighs irritated-ly*

Arnav's manager shows him the live news with the footage, being telecasted in some channel. (Kamlesh Khabri ji, was that yours ? Lol.)

2. Did you-too- wonder about that 'smart' phone, Arnav was holding? Turns out, I could find it.

3. "Aaj ka saajan" Lmao. (Today's lover)

4. Arnav, while watching that clip, being telecasted, flashes back to the line Khushi said last, before leaving. "Devi maiyya ki marzi ke bina koi kuch bhi nahi kar sakta, koi Arnav Singh Raizada bhi nahi." (No one can do anything without Devi-Maiyya's wish, not even some Arnav Singh Raizada.")

5. Basically, he is thinking, that, he has shown her place to 'that girl', who had said that he can't do anything without some 'devi maiyya's wish'.

6. This is clear in his reply to Akash's protest for over paying MR . "Meri beizatti karne ki himmat naa kabhi kisi ne ki hai, naa ab koi karega." (No one, has ever disrespected me, nor anyone would, now, have the guts to.) Oh. So, the problem is your ego issue.

I should have known it. Khushi had the misfortune to meet you and now she is paying the price with her reputation and dignity, being butchered like animal slaughtering. You, a__hole.

7. Khushi and her Amma are getting molested by a bunch of perverts.

8. Babuji tries to stop them, but he gets a hard push, which results in Shashi losing his balance and his head hits a nearby pole.

9. The men are very adamant and one of them tugs at Khushi's dupatta.

10. There. A man, wearing, a beautiful shiny brown pair of office shoes, with a matching pair of trousers, is shown stepping down from somewhere. He starts walking (towards the scene?)

11. A Turquoise bracelet gleaming in his right wrist. (why the fck isn't he wearing his wedding ring?) He is shown from behind some -shops?- He walks upto where babuji had fallen down. He helps him to stand up.

12. Wow. Daiyya Ho! What an entry.

13. Everything aside. Aabhaas looks so fckin handsome in that outfit. Everything. Literally, everything about his look is so freaking perfect. The colour combo of the shirt and pant. The shoes. Oh. God. I am in love with those shoes.

IDK. It's just looks so- fantastic?-deliciously beautiful?- I am simping for those, quite literally. Is it normal for some human to simp on a pair of shoes? Whatever. So. Yeah. I was talking about the look. The flare of the pant, as he walks. His haircut. Like. Wow. Absolutely ravishing.

14. And he starts beating those mfs, one by one.

15. After beating those hooligans. He walks back to Babuji, to check up on him. He tells him to get a band-aid for his cut. Babuji is touched by his words and thanks him for the help.

16. Then, Shyam turns to look at where Amma was standing but is transfixed to see Khushi shyly(hesitantly?) looking at him with tears in her eyes, from behind her Amma, just like any other rom-com film, only that, this isn't any other rom-com film. (the Sitar and Tabla BG score used, here, is so freaking beautiful and also kind of suits him coz it sounds something like wicked and graceful.)

17. We can see, he is caught off guard, by the way, Khushi is looking at him; by her beauty. He realizes her hesitation and picks up her fallen dupatta and offers it to her but Amma takes it back. He might have wanted to talk to her but, before that, he is pulled out of his trance, by babuji and they bid him a goodbye.

Khushi turns back to look at him, one last time. Only that, this isn't the last time, they would be meeting. Alas. Khushi as well as we, don't even have an idea about, the depth, of his obsession with Khushi that, will go, after this moment.

18. Look at the absolute contrast, in the way, they introduced both the anti-hero and the main villain. At this point, half of the audience might have already started shipping Shyam and Khushi.

19. The sequence, at Gomti Sadan, is so freaking emotional. Khushi is, again, getting punished for the crime that she didn't even commit. (Or until they think that she shouldn't have left the house at all.)

20. Even babuji cannot come to forgive her, this time. Garima decides to send, both of them, away to Delhi. Buaji, who always had an over-reaction for every situation, was, a minute ago, shouting at both of them to say or do something, to punish Khushi,(She really likes to see Khushi suffering. Bloody sadist.) is shocked. Lol. "Dilli kauno davaai ki pudhia thori haee, ki ghol ke pilaay dio. Sab theek." (Delhi isn't some bundle of medicines that dissolving it in water and making it drink someone, would cure everything.)

21. The moment she realizes that she has to take both of the girl's responsibility, she spits out the water from her mouth. Lmao. She tries to convince both of them but is not successful. Her discomfort is so visible, as she gets to taste the result of her instigation. LMAO. LMAO. LMAO. Buaji ab maza aaya? Lol.

22. Anjali comes in with a thaali, diya and some incense sticks burning. Arnav is immediately irritated at the sight of his Didi (initially he used to call her 'didi' then he resorted to 'Di').

23. She asks about whether he ever thought about the well-being of 'that girl' before creating such a huge ruckus and Arnav, I think, is caught off guard.

24. We are immediately taken to 'that girl', who is so innocent that she could not even think that her 'woh' had released those 'taswirein'.

25. She vows to find out who was the one to release them.

26. Deepali's foundation was so off, in this scene. (Literally, her face looks so pale.)

27. Payal asks Khushi, in a challenging(or admonishing?) way, that how will she find out, ready to scold her, for even mentioning to do something else, lest it worsens the already messy situation, they are in.

28. Screen cuts to Arnav, still in his thoughts (maybe regretting? Lol. No.) as he comes out of his reverie and says " Soch ke hi toh kiya tha." (It was a thought out move.)

29. Liar. (Liar, pants on fire. Lol.) No. You were not thinking when you ordered for those videos to be released, Arnav. Why are you lying then? Tell your Didi that you did it, in a fit of rage, to show 'someone' that you actually hold a lot of power. Bloody b_stard.

30. Lol. "Ab aap apna yeh 'naari mukti morcha', yahan mat nikaliye, yeh mera office hai." (Now, please don't start your 'Women's Liberation March' here, this is my office.)

31. Lmao. The brother-sister banter is so heart warming and fun to watch :)

32. Both Khushi and Payal reach the office of 'Khabrein 24x7' (News 24x7). Khushi, is nervous, and clutches Payal's hand in fear. Payal understands her distress and smiles victoriously, that now she will be able to convince her sister, to return back to their comfort zone.

33. But, her sister is more courageous than she seems to be. And, true to her nature, she tells Payal to take a seat and walks up to the reception, gulping nervously.

34. She asks to have a word with their company's 'maalik' (owner). But, the receptionist tells her, for that she would have to go to Delhi.

35. After a few minutes of deciding, when she wants to talk, to the receptionist again, she tells her to wait for sometime without paying any attention that she is 'the same girl'.

36. Sometime later, the workers of the office realize that Khushi is that 'TV wali ladki' and they start mocking her and make fun of her situation. They circle her in the center of the office and keep laughing.

37. Payal is disappointed and reduces to tears immediately, she quickly walks up to Khushi but loses the courage to take her out of it, as her feet get frozen, due to the nervous-ness, by all that negative attention, that, they are getting.

38. Khushi noticing, that her sister is getting affected by the mess that they have managed to land into, speaks up. She, while shedding tears, knocks some sense into them. And they are.....umm, immediately regretting it? No realization?

I mean to say that they could have shown them realizing their mistake, like, they could have taken some time? Then, that, 'sorry we were wrong' could have made much more sense. Did you too feel that? No? Only me? Ok. Leave it. (Pata nahi choro.)

39. So. Yeah. They 'feel' sorry immediately. And regret it. But, Khushi does not want their apology. She wants the answers which she had come for. They reveal that they got the orders from the higher authorities ('Woh clippings release karne ke orders upar se aaye the.')

40. Khushi asks who send them those clippings and is unsurprisingly shocked. I know. I don't make sense. But. Let me explain. See. She is so naive, that, she didn't even realize the extent of power and influence that ASR commands.

Just because, she got to 'talk' to him personally, in a fairly public place (The Dargah), without any appointment, in his own office, doesn't mean that he is not 'that' much influential. It's just, he chose to have a conversation about the topic with her. He could have easily ignored her. But, he didn't.

So, my point is, she could not even come to think that only he would be the one, who could do this, even after, getting into a heated argument with 'The ASR'. She had already started treating him like an acquaintance. Like, he is a random normal person, just like her. And, not some Business Tycoon of the Fashion Industry. She had already started treating him like an equal, like a normal person, of her 'status'.

41. So. She's shocked. Screen stops at her face. Precap begins. *quickly pauses it* Spoilers. (Although I had already watched it once earlier *smiles nervously* I am not a hypocrite, okay? I had watched it out of excitement.)Ok. Bye.

P.S. : No P.S. Bye. Have a great day/night ahead. God bless you.

#arnav and khushi #arnav singh raizada #arshi #ipkknd #khushi kumari gupta #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #no tags today #lol #ok bye

[dilaursoch]

🦋🥹💘❤️🦋🥹💘🥹🦋❤️chote in love🥹💘❤️💕🥹💘🥹❤️💕my dil goes mmm🦋🥹💘🥹🦋❤️🥹💘🥹🦋❤️ love of my life🥹💘🦋💕🥹💘❤️

#ipkknd #arshi #arnav singh raizada #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #barunsobti

[featheredclover]

Hey , everyone!

Rant alert, but I just want to know your opinions on this.

Why is the cheating trope prevalent in ipkknd fanfic world?! There should be a disclaimer for this (as it is to each their own)! Misunderstandings are okay, and who doesn't love the jealousy track ? But, Arnav actually cheating on Khushi (and it has never been the other way around btw) ? And I have tried to read them with an open mind, but it never seems to make enough sense that Khushi forgives him because "Arshi is the endgame in every multiverse" It's so painful to read. And I thought that maybe I am not mature enough to understand the intricacies of such relationships. But I would really want to know if you like such fanfics and why?

#iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #ipkknd #arshi #arnav singh raizada #khushi kumari gupta #fanfiction #ipkknd fanfic #cheating trope #lavanya kashyap #rant #indiaforums #my afternoon was tearful

[arziaisfrench]

▪︎ IPKKND Ep 175 : Kissing him back (part2)

No, her kissing him was not an accident or a mistake ! She obviously knew where he was standing, there is no way she didn't notice.

Khushi lingers on his arms when she or they fall sometimes, pretending to struggle to free herself, she never miss a chance to touch him too when she can be not that obvious ... She is a smart giiirl hehe and "not that innocent"!

eps 1.24.33.37.40.45.57.68.77

The pull is also very intense for her, it's not just Arnav who lose control over it, she does too and sometimes she lets herself lose control because she wants to dwell in that pull. And here, I think she definitely was pretending she kissed him by accident !

I think she couldn't control her desire to make amends to him, she was so happy and pride of how he wanted to protect her (and her modesty). She used the kiss challenge excuse to grab this occasion to show him how grateful she is.

Arnav was so suprised that she could kiss him "in public", in front of his family, once again, she just impressed him. She is more than what you see or think she is, she is so much more ! He definitely understood

her action may have a double meaning, it might not be an accident, and precisely is what makes him even more suprised !!

I love their reactions haha look at grandma and Anjali hahahaha !!

Notice Khushi's reaction when she's alone. This is not the reaction of someone who just did something they didn't want to by accident ! This is the same reaction, the same adrenaline rush she had when she braved herself to put Arnav in his place the 2nd time she ever saw him (ep4) !!

It's her reaction after she braved herself to do something this intimate in front of everyone, and her trying to win over the overwhelming stress she feels to have let him see how much she wants their relationship to progress too.

"What would he think? I just … kissed him and in front of everyone. I couldn't stop myself … But he won't be able to brag since I can use the excuse of the bet ! I can leave for now."

But Arnav comes right at this moment, and makes sure she stays, that he tries to make her admit she did it on purpose.

"-What did you do now" Arnav whispers to her ear, betraying his endaring and intense expectation. -"I was completing my bet!" Obviously she's lying lol. She won't give him the opportunity to ask her to confess first.

"-You did it only for the bet?" He's disappointed. "-What else for?" She's telling him that she won't do it, she won't confess first, it has to be him! "-Are you alright? Your cheeks are red" "Khushi, you can stop the lies. I know you want me too. I want you so bad, can we hurry up now, it's becoming a t-rture to wait any longer to touch you, to kiss you, to …" 👀🥵

I hated how the editing was f-cked up during such an important scene UUUUUUUUGHHH WHYYYYY ! I would have liked the professionalism of the production to be equal to the very meticulous work behind the writing !!

How could they not give us proper close up scenes of Arnav's reaction instead of using the close up of another scene?! And it's not the first time they were doing this ... 🙄😩

#ipkknd #ipkkndep175 #arshi #arnav and khushi

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Same place, same people, same kinda attire. what's the difference?

The relationship changed, perception changed,there was love between these people in later scenario.

Arnav was wearing black in the previous scenario but wearing white in the later one. kinda representating Arnav's character arc.In the first scenario they were having arguments about the necessity of marriage between two people. In the later, they were just hours away from uniting with each other for eternity through the vows of marriage.

In the letter that Arnav's mamma wrote she gave a cheat code to her daughter-in-law. She advised her to bear Arnav's anger and to return his love with interest. Khushi never shown to receive that letter.But she didn't needed that advice. She exacty did that. After the contact marriage she bore Arnav's rage and whatever 'unkahi si, unsuni si' feelings she felt, she returned that feelings tenfolded. By doing so she discovered the treasure of Arnav's heart.

I am not saying it's giving 'closing the loop' vibe.But it is giving 'CLOSING THE LOOP' vibe.

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#ipkknd #arnav singh raizada #khushi kumari gupta #arshi #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #my scattered thoughts

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As an IPK fan. Is it alright for me to say this?

it has been a long time since I presented my opinions about this show. But, this time I want to say something different. It's not about IPK but Rather Arnav and Barun.

I Have long separated these two individuals from each other. I am a huge fan of Arnav Singh Raizada but, I don't care about Barun Sobti. I don't follow his work but, I am aware of it.

Barun Sobti isn't someone who I can call my hero. Because, he simply isn't. His interviews, opinions on things don't appeal to me. He is boring and has a very 2D personality. For me, his work in IPK is the only good thing about him.

Great acting in Asur? Good for him, Great content in Kohrra? Good for him. But I really don't care.

Simply put, i don't have to like Barun Sobti just because I love ASR.

#arnav and khushi #rabbave #arshi #ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #barun sobti #sanaya irani

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arnav & khushi // iss pyaar ko kya naam doon <3

#itv gif #itv #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #ipkknd #sanaya irani #barun sobti #sarun #arshi #arnav and khushi #arnav singh raizada #khushi kumari gupta #tv show gifs #gifs

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ArShi SS: Crossing Boundaries

Warning: 16+, heavy themes on desire

Note: I watched the kidnapping track where they're just so desperate for each other hence this is the end result. And a little gift for the enthusiastic reaction to the Sobti interview!

(Psst, please do go over and paste your comments in the website as well!)

Chapter 1 | Imagination

The mind does not differentiate between thought and reality. If an athlete simply imagined that they were running across a field track, their mind was stimulated as if it were in reality.

Thus when Arnav woke up mid sleep, drenched in sweat, heart racing as remnants of a sinful dream faded with waking, he knew he had crossed the first boundary of whatever moral decency that existed.

Khushi in a modest red saree with a daring backless blouse with no room for a bra.

He knew that it would just take a flick of a finger to undo the blouse.

What if the saree hadn't been pinned?

He had seen the sliver of skin through the gossamer fabric.

The long lashes wet in the rain, lips quivering in confusion...

Could he assume anticipation? Damn it, he was losing his mind. Playing games with Khushi Kumari Gupta was no longer fun. At first he had foolishly thought that it was a battle of wits and he had been so entertained to put her through menial tasks, watch her intelligent mind get frustrated with the redundancy. She was close to making a mistake, to not finding a creative solution for the assignments.

It had taken him one day to realize her mind, and mouth, were as sharp as a razor.

Thus having her stand motionless, mute, with a coat all day was the masterstroke. He saw the way her eyebrows shot up when Liza hugged him, then why did it piss him further when she seemed perfectly unperturbed when Liza continued to harp praises on him. Why did he need to get her attention on him?

And since when had Arnav Singh Raizada fret over a nobody.

Fret. Arnav scoffed, he was wiser than that. Obsession was the truth. There was something about her, something that frustrated him to no end.

Because having anything with Khushi Kumari Gupta would change the fundamental outlook of his life. She valued love, marriage, commitment and would see lust in the bracket of sin.

Arnav flopped back in his bed, content with being exhausted enough to catch a few more hours of sleep.

Being attracted to Khushi Kumari Gupta would challenge his formative beliefs and there's no way he would be trading his foundation for a passing fancy.

Even in a hypothetical world, Khushi wouldn't change to fit in his life. She wouldn't ever be a safe bet.

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Khushi couldn't risk fancying Arnav Singh Raizada. Fancy? Khushi sighed in defeat, twisting away in bed, unable to look at Payal's sleeping face nor Devi Maiyya.

She was bothered by her relief in staying back in Delhi. Of course staying back in the same city as Buaji meant the most, but he lived in this city too.

Something bugged her about Arnav Singh Raizada. It almost felt like if she spent another minute in his presence, something might happen.

Something that might fundamentally change Khushi Kumari Gupta.

Something for which she'd trade her strict upbringing and romantic dreams.

In the romantic novels she sneaked in at library, the term fancy felt closest. Because this couldn't be love. But it bore the symptoms of it all.

Yes, she wanted to see him again, yet run away at first sight.

Yes, he made her pulse go faster, as well as her nerves.

Yes, she had dreams where he caressed her hair in her sleep, and a reality where he'd push her buttons to the extremes.

The contradictions ruled out anything that could happen between them. But when she told she couldn't, no, wouldn't see him ever again, she wanted to stay back and look at the disaster on his face.

They had nothing, but it felt like she broke something.

Khushi closed her eyes, shivering at the wind brushing her hair across her forehead.

He stared at her, brushing the hair away. Once to see her, then again to caress her. She felt his strong hands rest on her skin as he carried her, lightweight. The sheer power in his physicality - the heat emanating from his skin or the eyes that just saw right through what she wore.

Imagination was worse than reality, Khushi concluded.

Reality gave one the excuse to state that one didn't anticipate crossing the boundary. But imagination revealed that one was yearning to cross it all along.

A/N: Let me know in the comments how you liked it. And yes this is prewritten and will be posted pretty soon unlike my other stories *cry* - Jalebi Tagging: @butaneandthebeast @shiyaravi @shaonsim @thenainitaldisaster @maansiloves @muttonthings @sapnokiduniyaisalwaysbetter @bengudill @myloveforstuff @laad-governess @laadgovernorandsankadevi @leila1 @lostafpanda @magicfeltmybloop @honeybellexox x @featheredclover @goals1024 @bigfatreader @simplycurlz @persephone-with-a-cat@sankititaliya @ijustchangedmyname @noor1025 @bitchy-bi-trash @thecharlesboyle @minpdnim @starzin8s @zaphbeeblebrox @white-thebeauty @bunnypassionsworld @scorpio-smiles @exosexosekai @whateverworks21 @chutkiandchotte (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

#ipkknd #arshi #arshi ff #jalebi writes #crossing boundaries #romance time

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Mausam hai suhana or something like that 🤪

#wip #finishing off 2022 with them 😩💕 #if I can get even one person to watch this I will take that as a win #ipkknd #iss pyaar ko kya naam doon #arnav singh raizada #khushi kumari gupta #arshi

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IPKKND/Teri Meri/12th Anniversary

❤️Dance of Souls

If you love someone enough, you can make them invincible. Your feelings for them are so strong they work as a magical shield, protecting them from all harm and pain. ~ Linda Kage ~

She stood there, defeated momentarily by the challenges of her life. It had nothing to do with this dance or this challenge; it was Shyam and his menacing ways to torture her physically and mentally. The whole world in front of her was unknown to those wounds she was hiding behind those closed eyes. But her tears left one heart wounded as always on the poolside who could never bear his soul to bring peace in her. She couldn't be defeated by anyone in this world but him, and right now, that was his challenge, far more important than anything. Her tears were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.

The music thumped into the room with a thunder of claps, and she turned to the neon lights flashing upon the one who stood there to join her in this quest. Eyes met, and he moved closer to distract her with his raging challenge...

"This is your last performance, Khushi, won't you finish it? 

A teasing smile to see the effect of his words. She gave him a sharp look as if she remembered why she was there in the first place.

“Amid the darkness, love becomes the guiding light.” – Unknown

“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” – Audrey Hepburn.

Arnav held on to her hand, not letting her go with determination and anger, and she responded, turning her face,

 "Teri meri,meri teri kahani...

He made her twirl into his arms, making her lean on him... .

."ek ladka aur ek ladki ki yeh kahani hai nai do lafzoon mein yeh bayan na ho paye"..

Khushi followed, and a small smile spread across his face...

Everyone opened their mouths, yet he was careless of what, why, who, etc. All he had in his mind was that if he were to fall in love, he would. And if, as a result, he would appear to be stupid, disillusioned, and of poor judgment, he will. And he would be damned if he cared what other people think. he would rather be considered all these things than not love. If he loved her and stood alone as her protector on a horse, he would ride that horse with his head held high. This was his spirit. He was unbreakable. He was Arnav Singh Raizada with a brain, and no one could defeat him in this ride...

Holding her hand, he pulled her closer, and the rest became history.

“Hold me as if I were the most fragile object a feather touch could break. Dance with me with the same animal craving, with the same desire you would make love to me.”― Tatjana Ostojic

While dancing, he relished that delicious feeling of freedom, the delirium of being with her, and his heart being born again. It’s like he's being made with new feelings, the ones he was deprived of all this time. ASR smiled when their eyes met, and she lost herself in him. Like always, he was protecting her from the world.

Not the ways he danced turned them on: She and her happiness were all he could think of as his dancing skills got the better of him. Amidst all, he lost himself in her, and every eye witnessed their love tonight.

She glanced back every time with surprise and saw the exterior of a man she knew torn and discarded, a little she knew and thought he was the prince charming she always dreamed of.

How they looked at each other and cruelly forgotten was a beautiful symbol of how much they both needed to satisfy their yearning hearts. He protected this intense, precious bond they shared that was more than desire, tenderness, adoration, and love.

“May I never tire of expressing myself

may I find contentment in listening to you

may there be no constraints on time

and may we be bound together as a single knot

you, time, and I.”

― Sanu Sharma

This time, there was nothing gentle about their kiss of hands. It's all the passion and wet kisses of curious hands flowing with their moves and hearts. Unsure what she was doing, she emulated his actions, allowing her body to tangle with his. It brought a growl from his heart that made her shiver when he threw her in the air, keeping all her weight on him, letting her hair sprawl over him. Then this kiss became hungrier and deeper, almost violent, as his hands began moving, caressing her everywhere.

He kneaded her back, urging her flush against his skin, then let his fingers slide over her arms and her sides before his hands suddenly clasped her waist. He lifted, twirled, pulled, and made her believe he was her prince charming...

ASR was this colossal mystery she wanted to take time-solving. He had danger written all over him, and there was a risk of getting burned, but she wanted to play in the fire tonight. Why? She had no idea. And neither hadn't he.

One of his hands ran up her neck and through her hair, the other supporting my waist. He kept his promise and never let her fall again. She was held up by a dizzying suspension, feeling like she could sprout wings and fly. Time stood still, and the only thing she could think about was his breath over her, his eyes bored into hers, his hands holding hers, and nothing more. She was safe and protected in his arms as always.

Hardly aware of the little mewls of need and pleasure slipping from her heart, Khushi withstood that as long as she could and then followed his hands to caress his face and pulled her head back so that he could cover her body with his. She could trust him with closed eyes.

Much to his relief, she gave in to his silent request and held onto him again and again, his breath demanding and hungry as he touched her with his lips many times tonight. All he was doing was following his heart for the woman who enticed him in his days and allured him in his nights. She was unaware of her bewitching him in myriad unknown ways.

So consumed by his desires and touches was she that Khushi was only vaguely aware of it when ASR clasped her by the waist and turned her toward him. So, when the thunder of clap suddenly broke their little private moment, she was somewhat surprised to find herself so close to him. She saw amusement flicker across his face as he took in her startled expression, as he was mending his ways, but she was dwelling in another world tonight.

Khushi's instinct was to cover herself with her saree and walk away from him. She wanted to avoid his intense gaze, but she looked back as always and remained still. The doubts, the raging uncertainties, the million questions, the pain and many sufferings he caused her...her eyes sought to find an answer in him; Arnav understood her hesitation and why she was pulling herself back. He knew he had much to redeem, and there was only one way: by apologising and seeking forgiveness. He was attritional; as he looked at her with eyes of no mask, just a tinge of genuine and sincere apology ...Tonight, he found his heartbeat again along with her.

Teri Meri Kahani...

“I’ve become your heartbeat, making you mine

Upon every kiss of passion, our souls shine” ― Munia Khan

PART 2 [ Read Here ]

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