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desitellytales · 2 years
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If there's one thing I truly appreciate in Arnav it's his ability to be in the moment, whether he hates Khushi or loves her, he does it wholeheartedly. Also the progression (idk what the correct order of the pictures should be but this still gets me) 🥺.
I have to be honest, I watched ipkknd really really late and so to me despite Arnav def being a complete asshole in the beginning he seemed like a better man than many other ITV male leads, I suppose because he was self aware of who he was as a person, he wasn't shown in a good light, we weren't asked to just go along with his jerk guy moves and the rabba ves didn't start till they actually should have, don't get me wrong, Arnav is in no way a perfect guy or close to one but the consistency of his character (save for a few tracks) is something I'm really happy with, hence the gratification for the progression in his and Khushi's relationship, I'm glad the change in him didn't come out of nowhere or overnight, it was subtle and felt real. Also I really appreciated his ability to truly understand Khushi even before the two became aware of it themselves, for reference in one of the earlier episodes when Khushi returns to the office to get Devi Mata's murti and Arnav loses his cool, I was really stunned to see him step back and feel guilty (I guess I'm just really used to male leads hurting the FLs and storming off more often than not, which is unfortunate), the way he always turned around to give Khushi privacy when her dupatta flew or got caught into something, there's honestly too many incidents to name but the point is I love ipkknd and God am I happy I finally have this blog to talk about them.
I'll try and write in a more orderly fashion from now because I have just haphazardly spilled a lot of thoughts here.
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Apne paun pe khud kulhari marna is what Pakistani and Indian dramas do when they start with really good, progressive messages and then go downhill or extend the drama unnecessarily and add plotlines that don't even fit with the initial message the drama was supposed to give and it becomes another full of potential drama that got ruined due to forceful insertion of clichés that should've been abandoned in 2012.
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naagmani · 9 months
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Naagmani
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aerequets · 5 months
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I have no excuses
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hum-suffer · 6 days
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Ykw men should at least have the courtesy to groom their beards because what the heck is the thing with long beards looking like a fucking bunch of wires taped together?
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teju-being-desi · 1 year
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Okay but like,, Sometimes female villains in Indian soap operas are.. so fine???
These writers and directors make a character that is an independent, mean, arrogant woman who wears sleeveless blouses, net sarees and dark lipstick. AND then expect me to not fall in love with her??? Aise kaise bc-
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life ke aise point pe aa chuki hu where my mom has watched more series than me
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wewaitinthatspace · 2 years
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right where you left me
Radha remembers the day he left. Remembers his slight steps next to his Dau’s firm ones stepping onto the chariot. Radha remembers the way he smiled, the sadness in his dark eyes when he gave her his beloved bansuri, “Keep her for me until I return.”
He never returned.
The bansuri stayed wrapped in a yellow piece of cloth beside a mor pankh that had fallen off his head while dancing. It stayed in the farthest corner of her closet until she pulled it out. Once in a while. It never lost its shine.
The news of her Kanha becoming Dwarkadhish, Mathurapati hadn’t been a surprise. She had known of his plans. His purpose. She had been happy, so happy that he was alive. She had been afraid, had prayed day and night to her Narayan. And it had been fruitful. Her Kanha. Alive. Happy. King. He will return.
So there she stood, on her veranda, every day, cradling the bansuri, eyes on the dust road that led to Mathura. He will return today. Now. Come right up the road that led to her house and ask for his bansuri. And her. But of course, he didn’t come. And then one day she knew he never would.
He got married instead. To a princess- Rukmini. Apparently, she had written him a love letter and such was her devotion that he had swept her off in his chariot- enraging a hundred kings. She had called and he had come.
Radha and Vrindavan were sent sweets. They had tasted bitter and turned to ash in her mouth.
Radha had called too, many times, every night. She had cried, and prayed, and begged, and bargained. He had never come.
The days turned, wrinkles marred her skin, and the bansuri shined and shined. The dust on Radha’s road remained still.
Then he came, once, when they were older. Old. Bones cracking, hair greying. He strode right up the dust road and knocked on her door. And he smiled- the same as he had all those years ago. His eyes were the same, and the way he laughed upon seeing the shock in her eyes was the same. He cried the same too, slow tears seeping out of his eyes. And later, Radha would know he hugged like he always had.
She gave him his bansuri. Shining. And he smiled again. Dimly. Then brightly, “I said I’d be back.” She laughed and handed him his makhan.
“Bhog nahi lagaugi, Radhe?” he said as if he had never left and the space between them marked by years of separation wasn’t there. Or never mattered. So she dipped her fingers in the bowl and scooped a handful. It was sweet. Her makhan always was. He was looking at her expectantly. She gave in and fed him his makhan, “Kyu aaye ho?" (why are you here)
“Kaise na aata?"(why wouldn't i come) he said, “I promised, remember?”
“How are your wives?”
He looked at her knowingly, unapologetically, “They are good.”
She could not look away from him, “Abhi kyu?” (why now)
He was looking at her as if he wanted to memorise every piece of her, every crinkle, every strand of hair. She felt young again.
“Abhi kyu kya?” He was being obstinate. (what, why now)
“Why have you come now, after all these years?”
He looked down at his lap, rolling the bansuri in his slim fingers.
“I wanted to see you,” he met her eyes, “I wanted to see you one last time. Before the end.”
“The end?”
“Don’t you know?” he laughed morbidly, “Gandhari’s curse- the end of the great Yadava’s- Krishna’s entire dynasty.”
And of course. She should’ve known he’d be here.
“I’m sorry, Kanha.”
“No, Radhe.” He clutched her hand, “ I am sorry. So sorry.”
He looked at her with such regret in his eyes that she knew he was sorry. For everything. For more than the curse and what had caused it. He was sorry for leaving her in their Vrindavan all alone, for not being everything they could’ve been.
A younger Radha would’ve felt grim satisfaction in his admittance, his regret.
An even younger one would have been angry at his small words of apology for all her devastatingly large heartbreak and pain.
But now, Radha only gathered him in her arms and let them be Radhakrishna in Vrindavan again, one last time.
companion fic: i jump from the train, i ride off alone
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desitellytales · 2 years
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Happy Diwali!!!!
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This one is for all of ipkknd fans still keeping the show alive, I know I joined late but you guys are all so lovely and kind and welcoming, and ipk is forever going to be one of my favourite ITV shows, and especially you @jalebi-weds-bluetooth , first of all I love you AJ, I wanted to thank you for everything, the incredible posts you make not just critically analysing the show but also taking the time to carefully answer each of your asks so kindly, I'm really glad I found you here and I hope you can have an incredible Diwali even if most of it is online haha.
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the Viraj Dobriyal urge to be pyschopath
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bishh-kanya · 2 years
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Singing "Hame tumse pyaar Kitna ye ham nhi jante , magar jee nhi sakte tumhare bina" makes me feel like an angel and devil at the same damn time.
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irisesforyoureyes · 2 years
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is your mom even desi if she doesn’t watch foreign daily soaps on youtube?
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teju-being-desi · 9 months
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I just randomly watched a few episodes of Julun Yeti Reshimgathi. Giggling. Twirling my hair. Kicking my feet in the air.
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shyshiv · 1 year
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Maja ma protraits a Gujarati women who teaches dance with almost no flaws to give audience a lesson.. notice any similarities? Same theme as india's current most famous soap "Anupama"
Producers and directors of this show playing with psychology of the viewers.
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So I have watched like 3-4 episodes of the show Anupamaa in all, and all of those had like months of gap in between (as I have watched it while I am at my grandma's during holidays.)
I have things to say, ahem *clears throat*
What the fuck is going on with vanraj? He should be the next Tumblr pathetic man. I thought he was a bad guy? I mean last time I saw him he was evil in a very pathetic way. Poor dude would be grumpy, giving angry glares and no one would pay him any heed 😭 from somewhere the dude Anuj (who happens to be his ex-wife's bf) would come and make fun of him lol ?
Hot take: Vanraj is in love with Anuj. 😏
And from what I saw today, he is now nice? No more evil? And he is still just as pathetic? My dude, my girl pick a struggle
First you were like, hate Anuj, Anuj bad, Anuj stealing my ex-wife, me jealous that Anuj happy
And now you're like, Anuj, Anuj, Anuj, ANUJ! I need to see Anuj! I NEED TO SEE ANUJ I NEED TO WISH HIM HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🥺 PLEASE LET ME SEE ANUJ ANUJ ANUJ
Mai jaunga, MAI ANUJ SE MILNE JAUNGA!!!!!
😭😭😭😭
You're in love with him or what?
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