#Songs with Word Khushi

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Carmine Veils

Chapter Eight

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Her fingers swiftly released the braid her hair had been moulded into. Her bangles made their way down her wrist next.

She bent down to remove her gold anklets. Her fingers traced the carved jewellery. Maybe it was the slight chill in the air or the beauty of twilight she could see through her window, but something made her stop herself from slipping off those anklets.

A knock interrupted her solitude. She frowned. She had told all her dasis to not return before dawn. And yet here they were flouting a simple demand of hers. She quickly tied her hair up with a single knot and headed towards the doors of her chamber.

“Didn’t I-?” she stopped as she saw him.

“Khushi” he breathed out.

Love is so strange, she wondered dimly. She hadn’t even had a glimpse of him to lend her the strength to last the separation. She wanted to hold him close and never let go. But at the moment, she couldn’t find the words to greet him or even ask for his well being. She simply stood staring at him in an unladylike manner.

She startled as he raised his arm towards her. Before she could gain some semblance of sense back, he had released the knot her hair had been secured in and her hair fell around her shoulders like a beautiful, pitch black waterfall.

“ Now it’s alright “ Arnav said with a twinkle in his eyes and his mouth twisted in a painstakingly beautiful smirk.

That broke the dam which was holding her feelings back. She leapt forwards and embraced him. Her hold on him spoke her heart’s longing to him. His armour was cold and metallic , and it felt uncomfortable on her skin but she didn’t let go.

Tilting her face up towards him, he said

“ Let me see you. It’s been too long”

Khushi nodded, as a lone tear slipped out from her eye. He caught it with his thumb. He tried to pull her closer. Khushi winced at the hard feel of the metal digging into her skin.

“ I am sorry “ he whispered as he dropped his arms away from her.

He slowly manoeuvred the armour off his chest. And then started taking the rest of the metal on his body off.

As if he had cast a spell on her, Khushi looked on. She wanted to paint him, write a song about him, and dedicate a dance to him. Gulping painfully, she watched him take off his kurta leaving him bare for her starved heart.

“Khushi”

Mortified at her own behaviour, she turned around swiftly, giving him his privacy. Her hands clutched her lehenga hoping to not be swept away with these confusing emotions flooding her mind.

Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp and her eyes shut with pleasure as Arnav’s lips met the nape of her neck.

“ Ar..Arnav”

“Hmm?”

Khushi let out an incoherent whimper. Turning her around, he brought her closer. His hands ran over her bare back, and she jumped as she realised Arnav had undid her dori. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him. The look in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. Eyes fluttering close, Khushi felt his fingers trace her cheek.

His kiss was tender. She felt herself losing all her will to stand, as her arms clutched his shoulder. The time spent away was taking its toll on their patience as they found that neither could delay the kiss from deepening. Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, Arnav plundered her mouth. Khushi didn’t realise when he backed her against the wall till he broke away the kiss and hugged her close.

They stood in each other’s arms, waiting for their hearts to stop racing.

“ Khushi, I love you “

Holding on tighter, she pursed her lips together to not sob in relief.

Despite knowing the truth about Arnav, Khushi couldn’t deny that a part of her was broken when she had seen him plotting to take her life. Even when she reassured herself that it was a farce, the image of him with the rebels bargaining the time of her death had left something deep within her scarred . But now hearing the conviction of his love in his voice, Khushi felt the last of misgivings melt away.

“ I love you Arnav “ she spoke into the night.

Untangling himself from her, he smiled.

“ I better leave. Big day tomorrow. I’ll be seeing you at the victory banquet ?” He kissed her knuckles. He didn’t wait for her reply and walked away in brief steps.

She halted him with a hand on his shoulder. Khushi felt an almost imperceptible tremble in him.

He wanted her too. He was feeling it too. Whatever had left her sleepless, had robbed him of his dreams too.

She slowly raised herself on her tiptoes , and her lips touched his neck. “Stay Arnav” she whispered into his ear.

She felt a shudder pass through him. The next thing she knew she was mauled into his arms, his lips claiming hers once again.

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Her head hit her pillow as Arnav towered over her, on his knees.

A small burst of laughter escaped her.

“What? he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“ I am just happy, “ she smiled.

He kissed her then, biting her lower lip and soothing it with a slow lick, which made her lose her mind. Arnav kissed down her neck, ceasing at the swell of her breasts.

His hands wound around her and she lifted off the bed in a gasp, which he silenced with another kiss.

Cool air greeted her as she dazedly realised Arnav had stripped her blouse off her. He didn’t even give her time to blush as he swept down to kiss her breasts. And when she couldn’t take anymore of his tender assault, he lifted his head and looked at her with hooded eyes.

“ Khushi, are you sure?”

“ I..I want you Arnav “ she said simply.

His warm hands spanned her waist, as he kissed her. The cloth slided against her skin, as he pulled at her skirt’s drawstrings with an urgency unknown to her.

Conscious of his hungry gaze all over her bare body, Khushi flushed a lovely pink. She couldn’t hide herself and she felt utterly at his mercy. She bit her lip as she realised that she didn’t mind it at all. Blushing a deep red, as Arnav whispered sweet nothings in her ear, Khushi knew that this was the kind of love she had desired all her life.

His fingers met her crevice. Her thighs clenched as she trembled. Fear and arousal in equal measure gushed through her.

“ Khushi….let me..?”

His words had the effect no courage potion could. She hid her face in his shoulder, as his fingers dipped into her. Her teeth grazed his skin, and she was rewarded with his throaty groan.

She felt a sharp sensation, shooting up from her belly. Her breath fastened as she clutched at Arnav for her dear life.

She felt his lips reach hers, and he mumbled “ Khush..”

Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp, as the sharp sensation exploded. Her breaths turned into short gasps, as she felt the intense pleasure through her whole being.

When she came back to her senses, Arnav was planting kisses on her forehead.

“ You are alright?”

Spent beyond belief, Khushi smiled and nodded shyly.

Her arms snaked around his neck, and with a tug, she pulled him down to kiss him. She felt his beating heart against hers.

Sensing his hesitancy, Khushi caressed his stubbled jaw.

“ Please Arnav…I love you”

His gaze darkened, making her curl her toes. He touched her again, sending a shiver through her. She felt his hardness against her.

Gulping against her parched throat, a nervous shudder ran through her. She felt his nose nudge hers before his eyes trapped hers. Entwining her hands into his, he spoke

“ I am here Khushi…”

She smiled as the moonlight shadowed his face.

“ Yes…” she whispered back, almost as if afraid of waking the sun up.

She felt his girth enter her, and she couldn’t deny the foreign feeling the act aroused in her. He freed her bruised lip from her teeth with his kiss. Distracted, Khushi’s breath caught at the sudden movement of Arnav’s hips, as a sharp pain impaled her. Tears ran down her cheek, as she drew in a breath.

“Khushi…Khushi..I am sorry..does it hurt bad? Do you want me to stop? Say something Khushi…”

After a few minutes, she opened her eyes to look at him, distress clouding his handsome features. Her heart warmed at his concern.

“ I am okay Arnav….it has to be painful no? “

“ Yes. But I was hoping it would not be…”

Giggling at that, Khushi dropped a kiss on his nose. He frowned in mock annoyance, but all amusement left him when he felt her hips roll up towards him.

Losing the control he had always prided himself for, Arnav felt the primal need to mark this beautiful woman as his , engulf him. His movements turned rapid and he tensed amidst his frenzy.

Khushi dug her nails into his shoulders as she felt the sharp sensation flood her again. Helpless moans escaped her as she felt herself slipping into heaven.

In the next moment she became aware of his groan, as she felt a novel warmth spread through her.

The moonlight streamed into the chamber harbouring two lovers. A tale as old as time, and yet love burned brighter than ever before.

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eisuke ichinomiya x desi!reader headcanons !!

im so bored so here are some headcanons bec i love being desi

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

• he hates it when he has to wait and initially when you started dating you tried your best to be on time whenever he paged you but as your relationship progressed, its game over. whenever u have to go out, you ALWAYS leave at the the desi time and he slowly got so used to it, the one and only time punctual eisuke was late to events.

• eisuke has a massive sweet tooth so when you first made him kheer, he absolutely loved it although his only words were ‘not bad’. He definitely asks you to make it again so you feed him other ‘mithai’ (sweets in urdu/hindi) like gulab jamun, rasgullay, JALEBI etc and he loves it so much.

• you make him desi food from time to time and actually requests it like you him ask ‘eisuke what do you want for dinner today?’ and he just says ‘you made nihari last time, it was good. make it again’ he finds it very flavourful.

• he’s very familiar with other cultures since he’s a businessman and often interacts with foreign businessmen. he knows about the clothes and customs of your country. imagine eisuke in kurta or sherwani EISUKE IN A KURTA A BLACK KURTA AT THAT (i would actually die). Whenever you go to family events, you always wear traditional clothes and once eisuke is invited to them, he initially just wears his suit but after some time he starts to indulge you and actually wears your traditional clothes.

• he finds it very sexy when you talk and swear in your mother language.

• eisuke is multilingual (as its mentioned in the story) so if he doesnt know your mother langauge he would DEFINITELY learn and boy his pronunciation would be so good (thats a perfectionist for you)

• he says he hates bollywood movies because theyre so extra but thats a lie. whenever u play something like ‘kabhi khushi kabhi gham’ or ‘kal ho na ho’ he always watches it with you because he’s intrigued but ALWAYS says ‘this movie is so bad i wonder why you waste time watching this stuff’

• you go around singing bollywood songs or songs in your mother tongue around the penthouse and he just enjoys it so much but he definitely wont say it out loud

• eisuke was FLABBERGASTED when you told him or rather showed him a desi wedding like why is everyone wearing such fancy clothes ??? and he’s even more surprised when he finds out there’s actually three days to a wedding and even more pre wedding events.

• he loves it when you wear mehndi on your hands, he sees mehndi as something that adorns your hand and whenever u apply it, he brings your hand up to his face and smells it because he loves thr scent.

• when you told him about all your family and by that i mean family on your mother’s and father’s side, he has to do a double take because why the fuck do you have SO many cousins? he’s trying to keep up but there’s just so many.

• your parents love him more than you. they literally said it to your face ‘oh my, such a handsome boy, how did you ever end up with our incompetent daughter’ you cannot convince me that this wont happen.

• baba asks you to teach him bhangra and other desi dance steps and you, ota and baba have the time of your life dancing to chammak challo and nach punjaban in the penthouse lounge and eisuke just looks at you like youre comitting a crime

a little something for myself bec im a self indulgent bitch (not exactly a desi headcanon but i wanted to add this)

• every eid you spend with him, he makes sure to spoil you thoroughly. he gives you so much eidi (literally) like he straight up handed you car keys once and went ‘eid mubarak ___, i know you’ve been waiting for your eidi’ and then he just smirks while you think what did you do to deserve so much. he enjoys eid festivities with you and eid ul fitr is his favourite eid.

[hand-written-dreams]

CRIMSOM SHADE

Chapter 05

Bitter Hearts and Burning Ashes

What do you want from me?

Why don't you run from me?

What are you wondering?

What do you know?

- ( The song of the Chapter is ''Bury a friend" by Billie Eilish)

"You are going to work for me."

His cold eyes fix on her scowling ones. 

"He’s gotta be fucking kidding me," Khushi scoffs while her brain processes his words. It’s atrocious.

"Excuse me."

He shrugs as if it's already decided, as if it's inevitable.

Khushi lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Wow, didn’t realize I was in the market for a new boss. Thanks for the offer though, but my calendar is pretty full."

Unbothered, he just stares at her with his arm crossed across his chest. “If he led you to me, he can lead others to me as well. I don’t want my name dragged somewhere it shouldn’t be. I want you to find him for me, " he states as if he were talking to a child.

"Why me? Don't you have an entire IT Department at your disposal?"

“I don’t want Mr. Rathore finding out before I know exactly what I’m dealing with. An attack on me is an attack on him as well."

“And you can’t buy one competent IT employee to keep his mouth shut?”

“Why would I when I can get it done for free?”

“Didn’t know the great ASR was such a cheapo,” she snaps back immediately.

A ghost of a smirk threatens to curve in the corner of his lips, the tiniest of smirks, "I am actually doing you a favour, giving you a chance to find him yourself. "

"You know Mr.Raizada, your ego’s so massive, I’m surprised it doesn’t have its own zip code or a country, maybe even a national anthem." She looks at him so matter-of-factly that it almost feels like she’s stating the obvious.

Truth be told, his faint, teasing, barely-there smirk irritates the hell out of her. She wants to wipe that off his face. "And why would I need your 'favour' to find him?" she says, making air quotes around the word 'favour'. "I can find him myself."

"Hmm, Sure you can. I assume you have access to a highly protected network,��plenty of cutting-edge encrypted gadgets and a satellite feed, right?" he says, raising a finger for each. His phone beeps in his pocket, momentarily diverting his attention.

What is it about Khushi that makes a guy two times hotter to her when he talks tech?

No, Khushi. Focus.

He is a trouble,

No matter how much tech he’s talking, No matter how cool his tech is.

Her internal monologue is interrupted by a small voice in the back.

"But Khushi, he said he can give you access to a satellite."

Every neuron of her brain, every single one of them, jumps at the idea and for a brief second, every one of them just... swoons. Her inner coder is tempted to reroute the current conversation to a different stream entirely. But no, that would be reckless.

"Engrave this in your mind, Khushi. I’m only saying it once. Mr.Raizada is like a Trojan horse, an unpredictable bug. If he crashes your Central Processing Unit, no amount of trouble-shooting would help you. Remember that," she scolds herself in silence.

Mr. Raizada, oblivious to her internal struggle, remains focused on his phone, the glow illuminating his features with an aura of confidence that only heightens her frustration. Shaking her head, she contemplates her next move for a couple of minutes, torn between her better judgment and the thrill of his cool tech gadgets.

“Miss Gupta, we need to wrap this up real quick. I have a meeting to catch," he states absentmindedly while typing on his phone.

"What if I say no?"

This time, her phone beeps with an incoming message. He glances at her, arching an eyebrow as if inviting her to check it. She unlocks the screen. It's a CCTV video of her, pinned against the wall by him in his room. Her voice says, coming from the screen, "The information the bastard of a hacker stole from me. It contains various pieces of evidence against the crimes Mr. Jha and the Serpents committed. I know he sold them to you. I want them back. I worked day and night to collect all of them." Her face is clear, as is her voice.

"Eww, do the girls you take to your room know about that?"

The moment that line leaves her mouth, regret floods in. Why, brain? Why is that the first thing you choose to process about this video? It is totally beyond her comprehension. Her brain does crazy shit like that sometimes.

Something akin to amusement flashes through his eyes for a split second. If she weren’t watching so intently, she might have missed it.

"You are the only lucky girl who'd the privilege. "

Huh.

She blinks.

"Oh, please." She doesn’t hold back the eye roll this time. A wave of heat rushes to her face. She bites her lips, feeling the heat spreading up her neck. She gives herself a mental shake. The last thing she wants to speculate is what Mr. Raizada does or doesn’t do in that room, preferably nothing involving the opposite sex........Shit.

No, nothing involving sex either.

Damn it.

"Khushi, enough with the mental gymnastics," she mutters to herself. And, then... "Wait a second, how did you get my number?"

He takes a deep breath, as if trying to gather some patience, then rubs the side of his temple with his thumb. Mr.Raizada has a scar under his right eyebrow, complete with stitch marks and all. It is old, almost easy to miss. It makes him seem darker, more dangerous. It adds just the right amount of menace to his otherwise polished, meticulously crafted exterior.

"You have no idea who you're talking to, do you?"

She stares at him, unblinking.

"It’s not exactly rocket science to find a phone number these days."

"How?"

He sighs, "Mr. Mathur found it out for me. And it doesn’t hurt that I own the network company you’re using."

Of course. There are hardly any big companies in this city where Rathore Industries didn’t have a stake. Fantastic.

Khushi can tell this is somehow important to Mr. Raizada. He wouldn’t be wasting so much energy on her if it weren’t. Maybe she can spin this to her advantage.

"What do I get in return? The most that video can do is get me killed. I don't fear death."

He lets out a short chuckle, "Liar."

She glares at him and in response, he just challenges her with that condescending look on his face.

"You find him, and I'll kill him for you."

She scoffs, "I can do it myself."

"Really? How many people have you

killed?"

The "bang" of the gunshot still echoes in her head, the memory vivid. Why is everything today dragging her back to that moment? She clenches her teeth nearly grinding them down. At this rate, she might not have any left by the end of this meeting. Arnav Singh Raizade sure knows how to pull her strings. Her next words come out laced with fury,

"I can fill today's quota with you."

"Sure, be my guest.

Exasperated by his antics, she spins on her heel and begins walking, desperate to leave the scene as quickly as possible. But once again, she finds herself flat against another surface, this time, his chest. His grip is firm, bending her arms behind her back as their chests are pressed tightly together.

"When I’m talking, don’t you dare turn your back on me," he growls as his hard eyes bore into hers.

"You can't make me work for you. I don't owe you shit, Mr. Raizada. Get your hands off me."

His grip tightens. "I don’t want to touch you any more than you want to be touched."

"Really?!" she rolled her eyes, sarcasm dripping from her words. "The two times we’ve met, it’s clear how much you hate touching me. You are particularly allergic."

She wiggles. He doesn't flinch.

She squirms. He doesn't flinch.

She twists. He doesn't flinch.

Not even a damn inch.

After cursing him for a thousand deaths in her head, she lets out through her struggle, “Is pinning people to flat surfaces your favourite hobby? If it is, it’s despicable.”

He towers over her, not moving, not speaking, not even blinking. His jaw set like stone.

"You’re nothing like the women I enjoy pinning. I certainly don’t hate them."

"Well, newsflash, Sherlock, I hate you too," she fires back instantly.

"Hate is too weak a word to describe the disdain I have for you." he grits out, his lips curling into a low, feral snarl. "I despise you, "

The sheer venom in his tone makes her flinch. She blinks in disbelief, taken aback by the utter hatred in his eyes. She had expected some level of animosity, given their families' rivalry. But this is different. It feels personal.

Her glare sharpens. "Why? Just because our families are enemies? That doesn’t give you the right to misbehave with me like that.”

His arms tighten around her, drawing them even closer together. Her heart pounds as panic sets in. His eyes lock onto hers. It's dark, darker than ever, mixed with a wild unexplained hunger, that sends shivers down her spine. It’s the most untamed reaction she has ever seen on his face since their paths crossed.

He leans closer, lips almost at her ear. His voice is a rough whisper brushing against her skin. “I haven’t even begun to misbehave yet, Miss Gupta."

She gulps but refuses to let him intimidate her. After a few moments of heart-pounding silence and a stare-down battle, he lets her go and steps back, the cold mask slipping back into place as if it has never faltered, as if he hasn’t just pinned her against him, as if he isn’t the asshole he is. His eyes grew harder with each passing second as she watched him take a deep, steadying breath.

She stands on shaky legs, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes shoot daggers at him while her fists tighten. Her body trembles with barely suppressed rage. The impulse to find the magazine to load her gun and shoot him is so profound, it nearly brings her to her knees. Shaking her head, she squares her shoulders and lifts her chin defiantly as their eyes lock.

"You’re a jerk. Stay the fuck away from me. I don’t give a damn why the hell he tried to frame you. Both of you can rot in hell for all I care."

This time, when she spins around toward the street, he doesn’t stop her. She slips into her car and shifts into reverse, about to pull out onto the road. She doesn't realize he has come out of the building as well. In the rearview mirror, she catches a glimpse of him, standing there with both hands tucked into his pants pockets. A picture of calm and collected. Unbothered and unfazed.

Through the glass,

His eyes lock onto hers.

His brown to her hazel.

Fire meets fire.

She sees something flicker in his dark, cold orbs while nothing crosses his face. It vanishes like a mirage in the desert, like it was never there.

She drives away. She doesn’t let herself focus on anything but the way her fingers grip the steering wheel. She doesn't let herself feel anything but the blood pounding in her ears.

And, most importantly, she doesn't let herself look back in the rearview mirror.

Not at all.

Not even a single time.

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! I’d love to hear your thoughts and predictions for what comes next.

See you soon

Meanwhile, stay healthy, stay beautiful.

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PAC

CHANNELLED LOVE QUOTES & SONGS

Take deep breath, and choose the picture/number that calls you.

Quotes from your Future spouse/partner (not your crush).

Disclaimer:

Images/quotes/songs are not mine. Found on internet.

Since, I am very bad in writing quotes, I channel messages & feelings, then search for suitable quotes on internet, that have same message.

Some quotes are a part of a song or poem. Others are written by writers.

Quotes are chosen on the basis of your FS/FP's energy, feelings & messages.

For entertainment purpose.

Don't copy/steal/translate my work.

Songs are in Indian languages, so if you don't understand that language, you can look for translation or just leave it.

Pile 1

Quotes:

"I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."

"Hit me like a ray of sun, Burning through my darkest night. You're the only one that I want, Think I'm addicted to your light."

"If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk through my garden forever."

"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

"Take me into your loving arms, Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars, Place your head on my beating heart, I'm thinking out loud, Maybe we found love right where we are."

"Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time."

"Grow old along with me; the best is yet to be."

"Every love story is beautiful, but ours is my favorite."

"Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more."

"I like to be alone. But I would rather be alone with you."

Songs:

Pile 2

Quotes:

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height, My soul can reach."

"Cause all of me loves all of you. Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections."

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."

"Absence is to love as wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and kindles the great."

"I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)."

'"How do you spell 'love'?" - Piglet. "You don't spell it...you feel it." - Pooh'

"I may not be your first date, kiss or love... but I want to be your last everything."

"One day, we'll never have to say goodbye, just good night."

"When you smile at me you brighten up my day more than the sun ever could."

"When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

Songs:

Pile 3

Quotes:

"Baby it's you. You're the one I love, You're the one I need, You're the only one I see."

"When I say I love you more, I don't mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us, I love you more than any obstacle that could try and come between us. I love you the most."

"Maybe I don't know that much but I know this much is true, I was blessed because I was loved by you."

"Love is missing someone when you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in the heart."

"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear."

"Love is friendship set on fire and you are my spark."

"If I know what love is, it is because of you."

"I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, How wonderful life is while you're in the world."

"Come live in my heart and pay no rent."

"Together with you is my favorite place to be."

Songs:

Pile 4

Quotes:

"Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'"

"Life is a flower of which love is the honey."

"Don't want to close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you baby, and I don't want to miss a thing."

"Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze."

"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."

"Love is a friendship set to music."

"For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home."

"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage."

"Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do."

Songs:

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[hum-suffer]

Of course, you'll hurt me (Rajneeti) part 5

With Samar's glasses over her eyes, Amrita stands at a corner and stares off in the distance, remembering the last time she wore something belonging to Samar.

(It was the day they last met. She was wearing his jeans jacket. He'd made her smile and laugh and he'd made it her best day. And then, he never talked to her again. He avoided her calls, never answered her messages and emails. Amrita shoved the jean jacket in the spare storeroom of her house the very day he left india.)

(The sense of belongingness in her chest is heavy as a panic attack as she feels the frames of his sunglasses licking her ears. She hates him for coming back and for ruining the control she sowed over the years.)

That guy has guts, is what Amrita thinks as she is left alone in the car while Prithvi goes to give his prepared speech. This Suraj guy is somehow a bit correct in his place but Amrita has never been enough of a satyavadi to actually appreciate his tirade. Behind her sunglasses, she rolls her eyes and wishes she could instead her some random songs instead of this irritating battle of words. It's getting on her nerves.

Apparently, Prithvi doesn't have too much patience too. He reiterates that Jeevan Kumar will be the candidate from Azad nagar, and the guy huffs, turning away and leaving a crowd behind, that's cheering his name.

God, what a mess.

Despite the sunglasses, Amrita contemplates getting herself another pain killer and an expresso. With the amount of reports here, she knows it'll be plastered all over the net about how the Rashtrawadi party isn't doing well in Azad nagar, especially with it being an area set up by the party itself years ago. Some sort of sick irony.

Prithvi bhaiya has a shrewd look about himself when he finally walks down the stage and Amrita knows she's in for a rant as soon as she shares a look with Harsh.

As soon as they're seated in the car, Prithvi snarls. "I want details on that guy. Immediately."

"Already on it," Amrita says, pulling off the glasses and putting them back in the compartment. She's seen this guy, she knows him. "He's Ram Kaka's son, Suraj. He's got a lot of friends and he's a local hero, from what Kaka has told me."

Prithvi narrows his eyes at her. "You know him?"

"I know your driver and I'm decent enough to talk to him," she retorts, clenching her jaw at his tone. She knows he is angry and Prithvi has never quite managed to have a better temperament. Whenever he's angry, he destroys everything around him. Typical male anger.

(Amrita would know. Her father has the same explosive anger.)

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Dev is absolutely unsurprised when she goes to pick him up, her hair in a mess and her clothes creased. Harsh had offered to drop her but she'd rather spend time one on one with her little brother than this hovering feeling of being involved in the politics.

Just because she dabbled a little into politics while in college, and just because she's Prithvi's assistant, it doesn't mean that she's just going to sit down and let the possibile political implications ruin her time with her brother.

Dev's blue berry icecream tastes horrible and chalky, leaving a layer of dryness on her tongue when she takes a bite. She scowls at Dev as he laughs,"Of course, I knew you wouldn't like it."

"Why offer it at all?"

"You made bhindi yesterday despite knowing I hate it," he shrugs,"Balance tallied."

Amrita narrows her eyes as she takes a tiny bite of her pineapple icecream. "It is definitely not tallied. I'll be making bhindi again, just to irritate you now."

"I won't eat it!" He sticks out his now blue tongue at her, despite knowing that he needs to eat whatever she makes, of course.

Amrita raises an eyebrow. "You'll eat what I make or starve. Now, tell me, what did you eat for lunch? Abhi and Khushi didn't come to college today?"

Dev steals a bite from her icecream and shakes his head. "They did come, but they left earlier to go on a date."

"Ah, young love," Amrita exaggerates with a sigh,"You still have no crushes in your faculty?"

Dev rolls his eyes and shakes his head vehemently. "Absolutely not. I'd just rather stay focused on myself. I don't think I can juggle too many responsibilities. I need to score the goddamn best in the class."

Amrita throws away his empty cup and gives him the remaining half of her icecream. She swats his head before ruffling his hair affectionately. "I love you, Dev, but you need to understand that I have no expectations from you. I don't need you to top. I need you to enjoy your life and just maintain good grades. You don't need to be the best in that class, you're already the best boy I know."

Dev yawns and nods. "Yeah, I know, but I just want to make you proud."

Amrita feeds him a spoonful of the icecream and kisses the side of his head. "I'm always proud of you, no matter what. Don't force yourself into anything because of mental or peer pressure." Amrita wishes she could say more, do more. He's her everything. He's the Sun of her universe.

"Yeah." He doesn't look unconvinced but the typical aversion to emotions has returned and Amrita huffs out a laugh at him, urging him to eat up the icecream quickly so that she can go to drop him off back home.

He sideyes her when she buys a coffee to go for herself but doesn't say anything about it, talking to her about his college instead. There's going to be some fresher's party soon, he says, tone hopeful and wondering.

He says this as they reach home, knowing that she immediately has to leave and hence can't give him a whole lecture or interrogate him about all the details of this farewell party.

"Send me the details, I'll pay the amount by evening." She grins at his answering whoop. Under other circumstances, she'd have had more questions for him, but she'd have let him go anyways and she knows he deserves a treat after the fiasco yesterday. She hopes that no other day comes where he has to spend the night alone in their home.

"You're still going to be back home by 11 pm, you hear me?"

Dev bounces on the ball of his feet as he nods feverently, almost vibrating in excitement. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise, I'll be back at the dot!"

Amrita shakes her head at him and starts to leave. "I'll see you for dinner, be safe!"

She doesn't leave until Dev is back in the house.

Two blocks later, she parks on the side of the road and downs the coffee as soon as she can, hoping her stomach won't grumble when she goes back to the Pratap residence. In between the travel time to and fro Dev's college, the issue with Surya Kumar, and the media fallout of it, Amrita hasn't had the time to have a proper meal. The ice cream and coffee aren't actual meals, but they'll sustain her until she can come back home for dinner.

She sighs deeply, wishing that she could just run away from the problem and take a long vacation.

Her phone rings, and it's Indu.

Amrita cusses thoroughly as she picks up the call.

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Walking in the Pratap house, Amrita takes in the sight of Chandra uncle and Prithvi hunched over the table, talking in hushed tones. She drops the files of investors and the poster sketch on the table near them, greeting Bharti aunty quietly before she sits down across Prithvi.

She ties her hair in a quick bun, and puts her earrings in the pocket, starting to adjust the schedule for the next day.

"You have a meeting with Mr. Bajaj tomorrow, 9 a.m." She tells Prithvi, writing down the location, the time, the particulars and the members of the meeting in the organised order that she's been doing for years.

Prithvi shakes his head. "Postpone it."

"Why and at what time?" She asks, barely stopping herself from gritting her teeth in irritation at his presumptive nature.

"I'm going out with Samar, to get him a watch. Write that down. We'll go to the Casio and Titan showrooms. I did tell him he could even get Cartier but he's stuck on the vintage looks for Titan." Prithvi says, the last sentence directed to Chandra uncle, who nods with a chuckle.

Amrita sighs and puts a reminder in her phone to call Rithik, Mr. Bajaj's secretary, for the change of time. Knowing the two men, it'll take at least an hour for them to select a watch and it'll take another half hour, Prithvi will insist on feeding Samar.

She's wondering what exactly she should tell Rithik when Samar walks into the room, dressed in a simple worn grey tshirt and jeans. He holds her eyes for a long moment, expression hopeful. She remembers him calling her Amu.

She remembers Indu's phone call.

Amrita turns back to the diary. "So, I can pencil your visit to Titan at 9 a.m. We can move the meeting with Mr. Bajaj to 11 a.m. And then you have another meeting with the leader of the student wing of our party, Shweta Kulkarni, at 12:30 p.m. Then, you have the party meeting at 3 p.m."

Samar's head snaps up. "Bhaiya, please don't move any meetings because of me. I'm going to be here for a couple more days, we can go later."

Amrita almost shakes her head. Little brothers and their incessant need to make sure that their elder siblings know just how uncool it is to hangout with elder siblings.

Amrita wishes she could have brought her earphones and it would have been socially acceptable to work in a group while wearing her earphones. She does not wish to be a part of this conversation and neither does she need any information from this conversation.

Prithvi shakes his head. "We're going. That's it. If I can't make time for my little brother, what kind of an elder brother am I, huh? And you're already planning on leaving. Let me have some time with you."

It's the emotional blackmail card that has Amrita standing up. All eyes snap to her for a moment and she gives a half smile to no one in particular, picking up her diary as she goes. "I'll reset the meeting."

She moves to the backyard to call Rithik, who, thankfully agrees to postpone the meeting after a quick word with his boss, since Mr. Bajaj has the hour at 11 a.m. free already. Bless her luck.

It's when Rithik passes the phone to Mr. Bajaj that Amrita considers that she may just have jinxed her own luck.

Instead of the self righteous anger that Amrita is expecting, Mr. Bajaj chuckles as he says,"Prithvi babu only just checked his schedule, didn't he?"

"Yes, sir," she says, embarrassed and sheepish because of Prithvi. They'd gone over his schedule on the previous day too. If he'd just told her— at least they'd have been professional and Mr. Bajaj would have a 24 hours notice.

"I wonder how you manage to work with him," he laughs,"Prithvi babu has always been impulsive. But do not worry, Ms. Arya, I will fully accommodate you and him."

Amrita squashes the urge to sigh. "Thank you, Mr. Bajaj. We will see you in your office at 11 a.m. tomorrow."

"Of course. Thank you, Ms. Arya."

"And thank you, sir, for being so accommodating. I hope you have a good day."

This time, Amrita actually finds herself wishing her pleasantaries to be true. Any man who is this calm about a sudden change in time needs to have good days. If it were anyone else, Amrita would have been humiliated and Prithvi would have lost favour.

When she turns to go back, Samar is standing at the door, hand raised to knock. Amrita startles, putting a hand on her heart. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

Samar frowns minutely and shakes his head, as if dismissing a thought. "No, I'm sorry for startling you. Um, anyway, Maa sent me to ask you if you'd like some tea."

Amrita shakes her head, pressing her lips in a quick smile. "No, thank you."

"Right, I'll tell her to make a couple of parathas for you." He turns to leave, an unbearably smug tilt to his lips.

"I already spent my lunch," she calls out after him, deliberately not using his name. "Thank you for the offer, however."

Samar turns back to her. "You're telling me you had the time to go to Dev's college, eat icecream with him, drop him back home, come here and eat lunch too?"

"Being oversmart is not a virtue." Is all she says, pursing her lips in irritation.

He sighs and slaps a hand to his mouth and takes a moment to compose himself before speaking again. "I'm sorry, I won't press you. But, Amu, can we please have that conversation tonight?"

Amrita shakes her head before he even finishes the question. "Tomorrow," she tells him, because she is a coward, who knows that Indu has planned to propose to him and Amrita doesn't want to forgive him only to face heartbreak. Again.

He frowns, looking like he would have some words but stops himself again. "Thank you," he says quietly.

Amrita nods at him awkwardly. "I'll make an appointment for the showroom for tomorrow."

"Yes, of course." He keeps staring at her, and for a moment, Amrita thinks he will walk forward and again—

He doesn't.

He clears his throat, his ears turning red as he turns away instantly and leaves.

Amrita doesn't realise she's smiling until she looks at the black screen of her phone.

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Fifteen minutes later, Smita, the house help, comes to her with a paratha.

Stubborn bastard, Amrita thinks with a sigh even as she begins to dig in.

He eyes her from the other end of the table, she can feel his eyes burning on the side of her face. The tiny smile she spies on his face when she takes a bite is just as endearing as it used to be all those years ago.

She looks back to her diary when she remembers again what Indu had begged her to help with.

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There's something about seeing his shades on Amrita's face.

When Samar actually sees the news, he has started it with the intention to watch the whole speech and then mock his brother for his incantation and speech pattern. However, when his eyes fall on a figure in the far back, on a figure clad in blue instead of the bleak white of everyone around her, his breath hitches.

He can't see much of her expressions since but he knows (knew, his mind corrects and he winces) she doesn't enjoy loud noises and crowds. The shades on her face prove his memory to be correct even in the present. Amrita never wears shades unless she has a headache.

He wishes he could give her those chocolates she loved, they always lifted her spirits up.

When he squints, he sees the shape of the glasses and it rings a bell in his mind until it bangs and he remembers— those are his shades. He left him in the car today, when he went out with Prithvi bhaiya.

The urge to be there next to her, to hold her hand, to cup her cheeks, it all comes back. He wants to hold her hand and lead her away from the public and run his fingers through her hair and let her settle until her headache is gone.

He was a coward, all those years ago.

He can't be one now.

He only wishes that Amrita will hear him out.

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[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

The soundtrack of 'Tu hi bata mere maula' evokes a unique emotional response somehow. I wonder if its impact stems from the fact that the song is narrated by a third person, providing a description of the circumstances surrounding the two main characters. It gives the impression of being orchestrated by destiny, and I love how they intertwined the entire narrative with the concept of a divine being/God, who is portrayed as the playwright of their grand love story. There are not many songs, I suppose, that adopt the viewpoint of an observer or storyteller. What are your thoughts on this?

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Oh absolutely - based in Lucknow and with Arnav just not really being written as a conventional hero, there are strong themes of sufism, destined love, a difficult love and really how if fate didn't intervene - this would've never happened.

IPKKND is a love story that shouldn't have happened.

Which is why the lyrics are so pointed to destiny, to God, to whoever wrote this tale because it's their will why this is happening.

It's never about two halves coming together. It's never about each getting their perfect love.

This is an intentional, difficult love story between absolute opposites with the fundamental will of the maker. And usually title tracks are about 'oh I love her, oh I love him, oh I have feelings, oh these feelings are tough'

But IPKKND reminds us, periodically, that it's a story. A fictional story where two worlds collide only because of someone else's will. So much so that even the observer - who is more than a human but less than a God - watches the story pan in wonder.

And it's also the specific scenes they utilize this song.

It's almost always done when 'destiny' is changing.

We hear it first when Khushi hopes she and Payal get married to the same house. And we have a saying in our culture that daily, twice, Maa Saraswati sits on our tongues hence our words may come true.

And it does for Khushi and Payal.

Then we hear it during Teej when an awareness seeps into Arnav and Khushi as Khushi, unintentionally, is performing a ritual that hints at their future. And the most gorgeous part is that it is left with discomfort in characters and never verbalized that what happened was symbolic.

The discomfort in both the characters - who didn't move from their spot - is evidence that both know what it implies. Be it an atheist or a devotee.

Then we hear it when Arnav has comforted Khushi, developing and strengthening their emotional bond (which they haven't developed until this point) and when Akash and Payal are going through their worst. Again, it's such a poignant scene in the show because this changes the course of all the four characters.

And this is where we actually see, and perhaps root, for a love story between Arnav and Khushi. And such a crucial point to finally drop in the lyric "Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon?" because finally it is showing something akin of being a love story, which it wasn't until now.

Then Diwali - a moment of utter mismatch of intentions, decisions, actions and reactions.

And then, of course, during the band aid engagement because of the sheer contrast between what fate has written, what's symbolically happening, what is appropriate and what are the characters emotions.

The most powerful aspect of this song is how true this song is to IPKKND's roots. This, will always be the theme song of the show. There's no finality of love here. Just utter confusion, and a plea to God/fate that if this is your will and this is where they're going then given who they are, complimentary yet different, guide them.

It is poetic.

Love,

Jalebi

[myfanficfrenzy]

Arshi FF : A River Runs Through It

Author : Meera

Status : Completed and available on Meera’s blog

Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff

“Keep Reading” to read my two cents on the fic. Contains a few spoilers

My two cents :

If you’re looking for a story that took the names of your favourite characters from IPK, moulded them into something golden and weaved a gorgeous tale surrounding them, look no further. This is a story that will break your heart and heal it just as amazingly.

A river runs through it, mirrors exactly what the name suggests; Journey of a river as it gushes towards its last destination- the ocean. Kaveri Khushi Gupta and Arnav Varun are here to make you realise just how much beauty resides in the ordinary.

This is what made me fall immensely with this FF. There are no exaggerated dramas and yet you will feel every emotion just as intensely. The magic of this tale is rooted in its simplicity. From a simple crush on a cute college senior to battling with much relatable insecurities, you will go on a compelling journey with Kaveri Khushi Gupta as she makes her way to her Ocean, her Arnav. From the campus and banks of Ganges in Varanasi to the scenic beauty of Rishikesh Riverside and to the corporate jungle of United States, you will follow Khushi and Arnav on a decade long journey and you will be left craving another decade with them.

Meera’s writing is surreal and she is hands down one of the best writers we have in the Arshi world. And would you believe me when I say Arnav and Khushi aren’t the only stars of the story? Meera’s love of 90s Bollywood music shines throughout the story and you will be hit with nostalgia and butterflies in equal measure, in every single chapter! The music itself is an important character in the tale, and shapes the story as both our protagonists hum their way through life. You’re gonna end this story with a riveting Bollywood playlist in your repertoire. Trust me!

If the above summary has still not convinced you to give this story a go here are the four words that should - Arnav with a guitar! Go read it now.

Ps and spoiler - Arnav singing ‘Janam Dekh lo’ and ‘Batein Ankahi’ has forever altered my brain chemistry. Now those two songs belong to him and this story. Coming from an SRK fan that’s saying something 😉

- I

[cvsmixnaya]

indian!reader x eren yeager headcanons

just letting y’all know: female reader, the reader is indian. don’t wanna put all those details cause i’m lazy af so let’s just get straight to it.

• he immediately found you so attractive. he was like “wow this girl has a different vibe and i like it”

• he took a while to ask you out but y’all became friends so easily. he got to know about the guys you dated in the past which is why he didn’t ask you out immediately

• but when you guys started dating omg it was- i can’t exactly put the words together but i’ll explain.

• he went for all events that you had to attend. weddings, mehndi’s, sangeets, engagement parties, you name it, he showed up with you.

• your parents adored him‼️ sure they were a little disappointed he wasn’t indian but they loved the fact he treated you so well.

• he’s not fully familiar with your culture yet so when he saw you looking absolutely stunning and wearing a crazy but beautiful lehenga, he was worried that you were overdressed.

• you had to remind him that this was a desi event, this is in fact still not enough to overdress. and no matter how much you try, you can’t outshine the bride.

• and yes, while attending these functions he wore a kurta. and lemme tell you how hot he looked. wow. you were drooling girl.

• but that didn’t stop him from going all over you. you were the most beautiful person in his eyes.

• the one thing you dreaded in these events are the aunties who you’ve never seen in your life and they criticise you on every damn thing

• eren could see that you were uncomfortable and he was gonna say something but you stopped him and did it yourself. you put those ladies in their place and walked away

• he was so proud of you and hugged you so tightly.

• one day he was taking you out for a movie and he picked you up in his car. once you got in he literally said “hi meri jaan” (it means “hi my love”)

• the way you melted🥹 his slight german accent make it sound so cute you begged him to say it again. and when he did you were screaming in excitement.

• bollywood movie marathons. no questions asked. you will make him watch the most iconic bollywood movies.

• jab we met, dilwale dulhania le jayenge, khabi khushi khabi gham, basically all the old movies with shah rukh khan cause everyone loves him

• you got eren to start loving him by watching all these movies.

• don’t get me started on all the songs omg

• y’all go on late night drives and play bollywood item songs😭 it’s the best way to spend the night, trust me.

• he treats you so well and he loves everything about your culture and is always willing to learn something new.

• if he gets something wrong, please don’t get mad at him. he’s trying his best i promise

• but overall he’s a good bf and he loves you with his whole heart and will treat you right

[booksndpoetry]

If the World was ending...

A Yang Jeongin Drabble

A/N: I gave myself a challenge to come up with a drabble with the following words and I came up with this. A few lines were also inspired by one of my favourite Persian poems.

WC: 200 words

Genre: Angst, fluff

Characters: Jeongin X Gn reader

Triggers/Warnings: Mentions of the world ending. Unedited fic!

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If the World was ending...

two, smile, mild, miles, flute

It took only two minutes for you to make him smile. Even if he was miles away from you, the mild notes in your voice could soothe him to no end.

You were the flute and he was the deer who had been charmed by the melody, his soul responding to your song like the rivers that changed course responded to Orpheus and his tunes.

You were the amber, and he was the fossil, preserved in your memory forever in your little world. 

Jeongin was no writer, nor was he an artist, capable of articulating his thoughts grandly.

He was a simple man. He thinks to himself that if the world were to end, he’d be content if you were by his side, singing to his end.

His existence is no poetry, rather he is the blade of your love, drawing all your indistinct boundaries and tying your seams together. He is the rough to your soft, the weariness to your cheer, the sober to your playfulness, the dark to your light. But Jeongin doesn’t care about any of it at that instant. All he knows is that whatever he is and he is not, he has always been yours. 

"Zendagi az tu, marg az man

Rahaati az tu, narhaati az man

Khushi az tu, ghaam az man

Hama chiz az tu

Wale tu az man."

"Life is yours, death is mine

Peace is yours, stress is mine

Happiness is yours, sorrow is mine

Everything is yours

but you are mine." - anonymous

© booksndpoetry 2024. All rights reserved. Please do not plagiarise, translate, repost or steal my works in any way. All idols used in this piece are just inspiration for characters. They do not reflect the real people in any way.

[ofsappho]

Treehouse ask:

Two quick things!

1. I love how Morpheus is out of touch with humans yet he knows what all the girlies (non-gendered) want: a nice bathroom with all the fixings. Like I'm sorry but if he every took a look at my Pinterest boards and recreated that. I (who is a commitmentphobe) would propose.

2. I am so excited for their wedding!!! Just because I know you're going to add so much detail and symbolism to it!! If they do have one because you know Morpheus is going to go all out to display his beloved to the Dreaming.

Rip I wrote a whole answer and then tumblr deleted it

Thank you for the question anon, and for enjoying the fic ❤️❤️❤️

Throughout the story I have wanted to demonstrate how strong the connection is between Morpheus and Reader. Not just externally where we see them talking and interacting, but also subconsciously. Morpheus is the collective human unconscious, so as he spends more time around this human and falls in love, he is able to access her unconscious and some of her thoughts and reflect them in himself. His in canon jadedness/cynicism very much parallels similar trends in human attitudes, particularly after world wars and multiple financial crises. But the way Reader sees the world and the little things Reader enjoys have a positive effect on him (just as when things are going bad for humanity, he becomes more negative). Even when she’s angry with him, she still sees wonder and goodness in his actions. If Morpheus is a mirror of people, it makes sense to me that he wants to choose to mirror an outlook that values who he personally is, that is full of hope and strength and the potential for change.

I’M SO EXCITED FOR THE WEDDING. Im already planning it. I have a Pinterest board for Reader’s wedding dress and I’m picking songs that thematically support the wedding.

Just as a fun sneak peek: one of the songs that I put on the official treehouse playlist (you can find it here) will be the main theme of the wedding arc.

Aapki Khushi by Jasdeep Singh Degun and Ashnaa is an original song that was composed by Degun for British opera company Opera North’s production of L’Orfeo, an opera about Orpheus and Eurydice by Claudio Monteverdi.

Opera North’s production of L’Orfeo (you can watch them perform Aapki Khushi here) combined Indian and Western influences in their interpretation of this Italian opera (based off Ancient Greek myth). Eurydice and her family were Indian and Orpheus and his family were Western. Everyone sang in Hindu and Italian. Persephone sung in Tamil. The opera had traditional Indian musicians on stage with Western musicians. Orpheus wore a traditional Western suit and Eurydice wore traditional Indian bridal dress with words embroidered around the edge of her veil.

Aapki Khushi was composed to fit into the Italian opera score while supporting the Indian influences Opera North added to their production. The title translates to “your joy is my joy.”

This is something I am hoping to bring to the wedding between Morpheus and Reader - a combination of Western culture and international culture, taking people/cultures/customs that are often excluded from Western fantasy stories and including them, adding more beauty and color than would have existed without them.

(And of course, anything related to Orpheus gets a mention in treehouse. I think that if Morpheus saw this production of this opera, it would make him mournful yet happy with how it celebrates Orpheus.)

(This is another aspect of what I meant when I said that Orpheus’s presence will be felt throughout the story. By picking this song for the wedding arc, I (as the author) felt like I was getting Orpheus’s blessing for his father’s second marriage.)

[featheredclover]

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Khushi fumed silently , as Akash introduced Arnav to her friends. Her eyes darted around and her fist’s clenched to curb her urge to punch Mr. Raizada and leave.

“Preetika! I was hoping we could dance?” Noah held out his hand, with a charming smile.

“Whatever you say handsome!” Preeto winked.

Akash shot Khushi an apologetic glance, before guiding Payal to the dance floor.

Exhaling the breath which was caught up in her chest, she bent towards the chair, and caught hold of her purse.

She sidestepped Arnav, and started to walk towards the elevator in brisk steps.

“Khushi! Wait!” His hand caught her wrist.

He looked like a puppy in distress. But she was too furious to let that melt her.

He dropped her wrist gently, when her glare persisted.

“ Look, I beg you Khushi , please let me apologise. I don’t want to ruin your evening but I don’t want you to be upset either. Please just hear me out” He looked at her expectantly, pleading with his eyes.

She found her heart wavering. Wavering, just for a moment.

Who else would hire the nineteen year old decorator?

She relived the humiliation as she recalled his words. Blinking the despair away, she looked at him again. His body tense in a way she had never seen before.

“I don’t know you at all, and neither do you know me. And I agreed to go on a date with you that night because I liked you, but after today…I realised that there’s no point in me going out with a man who fails to respect me.”

“But I do! You don’t know what came over me, I-I…was jealous!”

“What?” Khushi was confused. What did she have that Mr Richie Rich was jealous of?

“Of NK!”

“So you decided to take it out on me?” She scoffed.

“No! I was jealous of him. Because you were smiling at him. Laughing with him. I don’t know what came over me Khushi…I-“

She looked at him, her mouth opening and closing like a spluttering fish.

Her breath hitched as Arnav tugged her waist towards him, his warmth pervading her skin.

A flurry of young boys rushed past them, as he pulled her further against him.

Letting her go just as swiftly, he said

“I am sorry, you were in their way. And they seemed to be drunk.”

She nodded.

“Khushi” he held out a hand “Dance with me? We can talk this out. And then I’ll leave you alone if you want me to.”

She slid her hand into his, before her ego got hold of her mind, and she found herself amidst the crowd of dancers.

A Japanese pop song played along, and she glanced at her friends who seemed too engrossed in their dates to pay her any attention.

Arnav held her waist lightly, as he guided her through the music. She found her heart beating a mile a minute as his lips touched her ear, as he bent his head down.

“ I was late for brunch. Then I saw NK sitting beside you. And you were laughing and smiling. You didn’t even see me before I announced myself. And that made me lose my mind Khushi. It drove me crazy.”

She wanted to tell him to stop. She wanted to tell him his hot breath and the husky whispers made her want to grab his shirt collar and place her lips against his sinfully beautiful ones.

But he didn’t want to stop.

“ And I said anything that came to mind. Anything that could provoke you. I wanted your eyes to be on me Khushi. But I didn’t realise this was not a boardroom, and that you weren’t an opponent to be won over but the woman who I-“

She looked up. His eyes held a gleam, seducing her heart.

He was jealous!

Her hands crept up from his shoulders and entwined themselves behind his neck, still swaying to the music.

“It’s fine, Arnav. You didn’t lie though. At 19, fresh out of my course I would simply be an intern. My aunt did help me get some opportunities. But I am not unworthy of them-“

“Of course not!” He interrupted vigorously.

“I am an idiot. Khushi, please just forget what I said. “

She gave him a sad smile. 

Maybe her achievements meant nothing. It will be a long path for her before she can prove her own ability.

His fingers were rough on her skin, as he tipped back her head.

“Listen to me Khushi Gupta. You are an amazing interior designer. And you cannot let any class-A jerk tell you otherwise!”

She let out a chuckle, remembering her lashing out back at him.

He smiled at her, he bent down whispering once again, “ I am really sorry Khushi”

Tired of fighting herself, she let out a deep sigh, “It’s okay Arnav. I understand.”

She stood on her toes, leaning forward, pressing onto him as she brought her mouth to his ear, “I just want to dance “

It was testament to how close they stood, when she felt a tremble through his body, as he clutched her tighter.

Leaning away, her eyes met his, and took the fight in his eyes.

As if hypnotised, she stood in his arms, staring, waiting….waiting for what?

His lips met her cheeks the next moment.

Her hands tightened on the lapels of his suit.

“Arnav” she breathed out.

“God” he grit out, “If only, half of Lucknow wasn’t here”

Khushi didn’t have the time to ask him what he meant by that as she felt his lips on her neck. 

He kissed her skin there, making her aware of sensations she didn’t know her body was capable of feeling.

He drew back, still holding her close. He smiled and spun her around.

What a time to be alive! She thought in sync with the lyrics flooding the club.

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[aqu-a-zul]

Do lafz hai...

tanha, akele...

Lekin ek saath likh diye jaye toh

Ek duniya, ek kainaat, ek talash, ek lamha, ek khushi ban sakte hai

Rough translation: two words, by themselves are alone and lonely. But put them together and they could create/become a world, a universe, a quest, a moment, a happiness

Movie: Silsila/ Year 1981 / Actor: Amitabh Bachchan / It's also the starting dialogue of some versons of the song rimjhim gire savan

[hand-written-dreams]

CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 14

Sandalwood, cloves and leathers

On another love,

All my tears have been used up.

- ( the song of the chapter is 'Another Love' by Tom Odell)

Grief is a strange thing. It creeps in like a shadow, blanketing everything it touches. Khushi feels as though she should be crying, breaking, feeling something, anything, but instead, there’s only this strange, weightless void where grief sits quietly, waiting.

After an eternity she feels something wet sliding down her cheeks. She tries to catch them with her fingertips, but soon her fingertips fall short of catching the tears.

She turns in another direction. She doesn’t want him to see her cry. After a while, he sits beside her with a sigh, extending a handkerchief, which she takes hesitantly, her fingers brushing over the crisp fabric.

A small, almost bitter smile curves her lips. "I didn’t think you’d be the handkerchief-carrying type,” she whispers, trying to steady herself.

"I’m not,” he says, his gaze fixed ahead. "But Roma made sure I have one in every suit pocket."

Her voice is faint, barely masking the grief lodged in her throat. “I don’t know this Roma person… but she sounds interesting.”

She wants to talk about anything and everything, skirting around the elephant in the room, or, in her case, in the garden,...just to distract herself, to forget it all. And somehow, he understands.

He starts talking about this Roma person, his voice a steady current in her storm. “She’s the housekeeper, but she's more than that.....She’s been around since forever, taking care of everyone in ways only she can...always busy being the mother others don't have.....”

"She sounds incredible."

"She is."

"Hmmm.....," she nods. After a long pause, she starts again, "Do you… kill your girlfriends after breakups too?”

He lets out a dark chuckle. “I didn’t have anyone exclusive enough to kill.”

“You probably think I’m an idiot, don't you?” she looks down, her voice barely a murmur.

"No.” His voice is unexpectedly gentle.

She swallows, words tumbling out, raw and unguarded. “I don’t think......my mother ever loved me.”

He’s silent for a moment before answering. “It’s not about whether they love us or not,” he says quietly, his voice low. “It’s about whether we love them or not.”

She gives a small nod, her gaze fixed on her hands, the tear-stained handkerchief crumpled between her fingers. “Is it… is it okay that I’m not feeling anything?”

“Hmm...It's a coping mechanism.”

“How did you feel?"

He doesn’t reply right away, and after a few moments, she begins to think he won’t respond at all. But he does, he replies with one word. “Angry.”

“Why?”

He looks far away, a vein pulsing in his temple as a sudden darkness clouds his eyes--fierce and raw. His jaw tightens for a moment before he says, “Miss Gupta, your ten minutes are over.” His voice is flat and final.

She dips her head, sensing the end of their conversation. They sit there for a moment, without words, only silence filling the space between them.

She purses her lips as she stands up, "I'm going home." She extends the handkerchief toward him, "I don’t want to face my dad or Mr.Jha right now."

His eyes flicker with something unreadable as he stands up, too, his height making her feel even more small at that moment. He doesn’t say anything at first. Then utters in a firm voice, "I’ll take you home."

"What!! No, I’ll go by myself. I brought my car with me. I have the keys right here as well."

Thanks God, this dress has a side pocket, where she has stuffed her phone and car keys earlier. They are supposed to leave right after the party, so she is all prepared to leave. She was looking forward to the long drive on the dark, serene road. But right now, she isn't so sure.

She loves taking long drives, but the opportunity is scarce. So during their arrival, she made her driver sit with the security while she drove her car all the way here, alone, with them trailing behind her.

Mr.Raizada is still standing there. Looking at his unyielding stance, she continues, "You dropping me home in this state will raise questions. I don’t want to create any problems."

"Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be...... nobody will know."

"I want to be alone right now.....just leave me alone, okay," she snaps, her words sharp.

His expression hardens, but there’s a glint of something--concern or annoyance, she’s not sure. "Bring your security details with you."

She nods stiffly and turns around toward the parking lot, feeling his stare on her all the way, heavy and piercing, but she doesn't turn around.

She gives the valet her keys and waits for her car to arrive, contemplating whether to call her security details or not. That may require a conversation with her dad as well. Then, she discards the idea altogether. She isn’t someone important enough to be guarded all the time, anyway. She can get home just fine on her own.

She notices a lone patio chair and sinks into it. Suddenly, she feels overwhelmingly exhausted, like a thick fog settling over her. She rests her head on the table in front, her arms supporting her weight, closing her eyes to rest a little bit. The coolness of the table offers little comfort, but it’s all she can manage. The minutes blur, and the world around her fades, and with it, the last of her conscious thoughts slip away.

.

.

.

She stands in the midst of a dense forest. The air is thick with the scent of earth, moss, and...

Something rich,

Something deeper,

Something so distant yet, 

Something so familiar....

But it's out of her reach.

It's woody and spicy, like cloves and sandalwood.

It wraps around her in layers, smooth like leather and smoky like firewood crackling in the night. It’s warm, like the soft glow of a fire that makes her feel safe, yet there’s something sharp, something striking, lurking beneath the surface. A spicy bite of cloves, a hint of pepper that pricks at her senses, making her heart race.

The trees around her loom high, their dark trunks like silent sentinels, their branches stretching outward, a canopy of leaves that filter the light, casting the world below in shadows and dappled sunlight. The scent swirls around her, wrapping her in a heady embrace, both grounding and intoxicating. It mingles with the warmth of the sun on her skin.

She leans into it, and even if she doesn’t understand why, the scent lingers like a shadow in her dream.

Oh, yes...she is dreaming...

Everything is so serene to be a reality.

She walks, drawn forward by an unseen pull. It’s like a tether, pulling her closer to something,..someone, without her knowing who.

But she doesn’t want to wake up, not yet. The scent is all she needs, and in this dream, it’s enough to make her feel…whole.

.

.

.

A sudden jolt snaps Khushi from her foggy state, her eyelids fluttering open as she squints into the darkness, disoriented and uneasy.

The blurred shapes around her slowly sharpen, trees rushing past on either side of a winding, empty road lit only by the soft glow of headlights cutting through the night. She looks around, catching sight of a small bobblehead figurine on the dashboard, glowing softly as it bobs with the car’s movements. Everything about this feels unsettlingly familiar.

This is her car.

She sits up, the motion sending a wave of dizziness through her as a dull ache pulses at her temples. Her gaze shifts beside her toward the driver, a woman in a sleek black gown.

Payal? What on earth is she doing here?

“Hey there, I was getting worried about you for a second!” a singsong voice chimes from the back seat, startling her so badly that she clutches her chest with a soft yelp.

Then she realises there's a jacket wrapped around her.

A black velvet jacket.

Oh...OH...

It may or may not belong to the person she has spent the evening dancing.

It smells like sandalwood, leather and cloves, just like her dream. She feels her heartbeat quicken. What’s going on?

"Khushi, are you alright?" The voice from the back asks again.

Lavanya!

Khushi blinks, trying to shake off the lingering fog. “Yes,” she manages, though her voice comes out rough and scratchy. Lavanya reaches into the seat pocket and passes her a water bottle, watching her with a concerned expression.

“I’m glad you’re awake,” Payal says gently from the driver’s seat, glancing at her. “We were about to wake you up.”

"Why are you driving my car?"

Khushi’s gaze flickers to the glove compartment, her fingers itching for the reassurance of cold metal beneath her grip. Her gun is right there, within arm’s reach. She’s not sure where she stands with these two women from a rival family, driving her unconscious self through the night, while her enemy’s jacket lies draped over her shoulders.

“We’re not sure what happened,” Lavanya replies. “We found you sleeping like dead in the parking lot. We tried to wake you, but you were out cold. Not knowing what to do I called Arnav. Arnav thought you might be in shock, though I'm not sure why you'd be...anyway, then he took the keys from the valet, carried you to your car and asked us to drive you home."

As the memory starts to resurface, Khushi pushes it back, unwilling to confront it just yet.

“And he may or may not have sent a message to your security team from your phone,” Payal adds, giving her an apologetic smile.

“How did he unlock my phone?” Khushi asks, still dazed.

“With your fingerprint,” Payal admits sheepishly. “Your security is following us now. They joined up a few minutes ago. You don't need to worry.”

Khushi glances at the rearview mirror, noticing her security detail’s car trailing hers. The dark-tinted windows of her car keep them from seeing who’s inside. Then there's an extra set of headlights trailing behind at a steady distance, close enough to follow but far enough to avoid suspicion. “There’s another car.”

“Oh, that’s ours,” Lavanya explains.

Payal nods. “Arnav was following us too, but he sped up a few minutes ago. Said some urgent matters come up.”

"Yes, of course," she thinks bitterly. "He has a hot date to get frisky with, doesn’t he?"

"That still doesn’t explain why you’re driving my car instead of handing me over to security," she snaps. The acid in her tone catches her off guard. She reins it in, but her glare remains fixed, drilling into Payal, demanding answers.

"Umm...we were the last people seen around you, it may have seemed like we might have done something to harm you. Moreover, we didn't want to leave you there unsupervised. So, we thought it would be better if we got you out of there," Payal explains, her voice steady, yet there's a flicker of uncertainty beneath her calm facade.

"And here I thought you did this out of the goodness of your heart as you Eagles have so much kindness in you," Khushi snaps, eyes trained on the road ahead but she can feel Payal's eyes on her face.

"Whoa, where's this sudden bitchiness come from?" Lavanya says incredulously from the back seat. "We should have just ignored your sorry ass on that parking lot without checking up on you."

"Lavanya, don't..." Payal warns Lavanya. Lavanya huffs and looks out of the window crossing her arms.

The air thickens inside the car. Payal shifts nervously in her seat, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "I mainly did this because Arnav asked me to," she says, her voice a little too light. "And you were right, we did get into trouble for talking to you the other day. I had an earful from him. I wasn't ready to face his wrath again." She lets out a small, forced laugh, attempting to ease the growing unease in the car. "Can you believe it? How ridiculous it is!"

But it's like pouring gasoline onto the already raging fire inside Khushi.

She looks at Payal.

What is she? A mistress.

Not to acknowledge in public.

Why does he care who she talks to or not? Why does she have access to his room, a place where supposedly no one else is allowed?

Hot, molten lava surged through her veins, turning her blood ablaze. Her fingers curled into tight fists, nails

digging into her palms as an acid heat

spread through her chest. The violent urge to lash out, to hit something, anything, tore through her like a storm.

Taking a deep breath, she asks Payal in her best neutral voice, "Are you and Mr.Raizada... secretly dating or something?"

Payal’s reaction is immediate, she nearly swerves the car, turning to stare at Khushi, wide-eyed, before breaking into a startled laugh. "What? No!" she says, incredulous. "He is... like a brother to me. What made you think that?"

A flush rises to Khushi’s cheeks, her gaze dropping as she forces herself to look away, regretting her impulsive question. But Payal, noticing her embarrassment, speaks up softly.

“He has a sister, Anjali. Their mother was sent to the US for safety when she was pregnant with him due to some threats. Anjali was born there as well,” she explains. “When they came back here, Anjali had a hard time adjusting, being so unfamiliar with everything. She was only six then.”

She pauses, swallowing, but then continues. “I was… picked off the street with a group of other girls.”

Khushi’s eyes widen in surprise, the implication striking her. Picked for… trafficking.

Payal licks her dry lips, a flicker of pain crossing her face. “I was too young for their purposes, so I was sent to a warehouse where they kept girls they hadn’t yet decided on. The first night…” She hesitates, her voice lowering to a whisper. “Someone... hurt me...”

Khushi listens, feeling her heart splinter.

"I barely survived. Mr.Raizada—the elder one—found me," Payal continues quietly. "He took me in and nursed me back to health....After that, I grew up in their home, with Anjali. We are close in age and soon become best of friends, so they kept me as her playmate.....then a few years later, she was sent away........ I think he sees…a bit of Anjali in me.”

A thick silence settles between them. Khushi finally murmurs, “I’m sorry.” A lump formed in her throat. “How old were you?”

“Six...Seven....Eight,” Payal says quietly, her eyes fixed on the road. "I don't exactly know my birth date. I was born in a slum."

Khushi nods, fighting back an urge to cry.

“So, yeah…that’s it,” Payal finishes, a small, sad smile touching her lips. “Then Mr.Raizada died..and Arnav and Anjali were sent away...Roma Ma, she's the head housekeeper of the house, she  adopted me and raised me like her own.”

Khushi clears her throat, whispering, "Thank you for sharing this with me." The words feel insufficient, a fragile offering in the face of everything she’s just heard, but Payal gives her a soft nod as if understanding.

The car covers in complete silence as they ride toward the intersection. It's still a far way to go to the Gupta mansion. They are actually in the mid-point of the Oberoi resort and her house, just outskirts of the border of Delhi. Payal’s voice breaks the stillness, “Will you be okay to drive the rest of the way, Khushi? I’m speeding up so we can get out before your security detail catches up and jumps to the wrong conclusion, okay?”

Khushi nods silently, "Thank you for looking out for me when I was vulnerable. I won't forget about this."

"Don't thank me. Just do the same for someone who needs help someday.", Payal replies, meanwhile Lavanya refuses to meet Khushi's eyes.

"Take care. I hope we meet again,” Khushi says softly, bidding them goodbye.

In another life, in another world, in another reality, she could actually be friends with Payal and Lavanya. But she isn’t in another life. This is her reality.

And her reality is loneliness.

“Me too,” Payal’s response is light, almost too easy, masking the sudden melancholy in her voice.

Without another word, they get down at the curve of the road in the intersection and quickly get into their car. In a flash, they and their vehicle disappear from view, leaving the street eerily quiet. Khushi slides into the driver seat, her security details still to catch up with her.

She sits in the car, her fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly it feels as though the leather is cutting into her skin. She is still to turn and put the car into gear. The silence inside the car is overwhelming. She feels the weight of everything, her mother, the lies everyone told her, her irrational pull toward certain someone, everything, pressing into her, drowning her in a sea of thoughts she can’t escape.

The Eagles being around her while she was out cold could put them in a tight spot. If her people saw them together, it could look suspicious, maybe even dangerous, igniting conflict between their families. But she was fine--alive, unharmed. They could’ve just left her there. Even if someone saw them, she could’ve explained it away once she woke up.

By not leaving her there, they might have taken more risk than in the previous scenario.

Yet, if they had left her, she’d likely have woken up to her father’s furious gaze by now. He would demand answers for her trying to slip out alone, and that was trouble she couldn’t afford right now.

Only he knew she wasn’t ready to face her father, not tonight, of all nights.

She closes her eyes, trying to clear the noise in her head, but it only grows louder.

Why did he take the risk?

Why did he just not leave her there?

Why did he carry her to this car?

Why did he give her his jacket?

Her breath catches in her throat, shallow and strained. She needs to process, to make sense of the chaos inside her, but every thought that tries to surface only gets tangled in the next.

She looks at the front seat, where the black velvet jacket lies, alone, deserted, yet as dangerous as a loaded weapon.

But the most disarmingly disturbing thing is, she smells like him.

Sandalwood, cloves and leathers.

Author's note:

Hey there! Just wanted to say thank you for diving into this world with me. Your feedback and thoughts keep the story alive, so drop a comment if you’re hooked, curious, or just here for the ride! Can't wait to hear from you.

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[arziaisfrench]

▪︎ IPKKND Ep 64 : Arnav throws Khushi out of his house then brings her back !

"I don't want to see this girl's face. Sometimes she gives her resignation, sometimes she sells her sweets in a party, how many excuses she makes to come here and today, you brought her here?"

Arnav is losing control because he feels like she's toying with him. It's humiliating to him. He doesn't think clearly because of the intensity of the despair he feels at this moment and of course because he doesn't trust her yet.

After all, they barely know each other. Love and passion entered them without giving them the time to get to know each other and learn to trust each other. It's a very delicate and dangerous way to fall in love.

> I find a song  (Sam Smith - Too Good At Goodbyes) that describes in my opinion, so well Arnav thought process when it comes to his own way to protect himself from love and therefore from Khushi (at least this part of the song) : "I'm never gonna let you close to me Even though you mean the most to me 'Cause every time I open up, it hurts So, I'm never gonna get too close to you Even when I mean the most to you In case you go and leave me in the dirt"

"The girl who insulted me, who dares to talk over me, who has argued with me is standing infront of me in MY house!" Just when Arnav was shocked and hurt hearing Khushi summarizing how he misunderstood her just after he risked her life, Khushi has the same reaction here when she hears him recalling everything she said to him.

"With her talks and with her innocent face, she might have won your hearts but not mine. I already saw her real face. She's the type of girl who can do anything for money." Gosh I really could feel how Khushi felt so humiliated, so denigrated and so belittled by his words. 😭 Imagine hearing the man you fell in love with telling this to you ?! And she can't even defend herself, she'll let him disrespect her cause she needs money to help her family ! 😥

"No matter how much you try, I won't let you succeed in your plan. I won't let you make space for yourself in this house. Now stop it. It's enough."

He accuses her now very obviously again to try to seduce him for his money, IN FRONT OF HIS FAMILY. This is a huge evidence of the fact that his panic attack here is very much a thing, he has always made sure in the past that his family doesn't know how involved Khushi might be in his life or at least his intimate life.

"I won't let you access to my heart that easily ! Who do you think you are?! I'm not your toy! I'm not that weak." He's suspecting her again. Arnav doesn't believe in coincidences. And therefore, the thought of not being able to stop his feelings for her, even while doubting or knowing she might have bad intentions scares him so much ! He feels so helpless. Just like her ! He wants to take control again. So as he always does, it takes actions.

Seeing her leave just as he asked, but in tears breaks his heart. Because her tears hold a sincerity he can't deny. He realizes how randomly and deeply he just hurt her. Her tears don't lie.

His impulsivity fades away immediately after understanding how far he went, after realizing he made her cry. He doesn't doubt her tears (for now 👀) and he hates seing her turning her back at him. It hurts him very much. He doesn't regret asking her to leave. But he can't stop himself from feeling sad seing her leave.

Then, Asr wanting to follow the plan of action he made in his mind (to maintain a distance with Khushi cause he's sure at this moment she is having secret motive to stay in his life while pretending to not care about him), orders Anjali to let Khushi go away. But she refuses, he then reminds her that it's HIS house.

Anjali is shocked and angry. She didn't expect him to be willing to hurt her over something (in her eyes) not that deep (Khushi's presence in their house). I understand Anjali's anger here. She blackmailed Khushi to save her family from separation. She knew she was doing something wrong, she felt guilty but still did it for the sake of Arnav. And she expected him to do the same for her, to try to ignore (what she thinks is his) hate toward Khushi to save their family. She doesn't know that Khushi is actually the woman he loves.

"this is MY house !"

It's very VERY rare for Arnav to talk the way he did to Anjali. He was furious and definitely rude to her. This is how his feelings for Khushi makes him lose control of everything in a dangerous way. No one is spared, not even Anjali, the most important person of his life (for now). And I think he inherited this way of loving from his mother !! 👀 (I'll explain futher in the futures recaps, you guys are not ready for my new theory haha !!)

Arnav realizing how much he hurt Anjali, immediately tries to correct his fault. Fearing Anjali will be too furious and disappointed at him, he goes to Khushi's house to "ask" her to come back.

And he's deliberately showing off money to hurt her pride but also to make sure to be convincible enough without having to apologize to her (his trashy behavior of course is driven by his misunderstanding of her motive toward his "money" and "power").

Poor Khushi, she has been so disrespected by Arnav but she can't refuse his money. She needs to help her parents. She once again feels so helpless and humiliated.

She will burry her feelings and tolerate as much as she can. She doesn't have a choice anymore.

But he then realizes why she accepted Anjali's offer : she needs to help her father. He realizes he misunderstood her motives yet again.

He's trying to pretend what he just heard didn't affect him, Asr makes sure Arnav's real emotions aren't showing too much !

Notice how the director focusses on Khushi closing the doors, I think it's the clue that tell us she's now closing her heart to any kind of doubt she used to have about their mutual attraction.

This whole scene is in a way the last proof she needed to secure her thought of him being a bad man (for now).

(Sanaya Irani's acting in this scene was incredible ! You could really feel how heavy that new humiliation weighted on Khushi's heart !)

[faireluire]

[shayaribundle]

The Enchanting Symphony of Love: Shayari in Hindi and English

Love, an emotion that transcends borders and languages, has inspired countless poets and writers throughout history. Shayari, a form of Urdu poetry known for its rich imagery, captivating metaphors, and melodious flow, is particularly adept at expressing the complexities of love. In this blog, we embark on a journey to explore the beautiful world of love shayari, delving into both Hindi and English to discover the diverse ways in which this universal language of love is expressed.

Unveiling the Depths of Love in Hindi Shayari

Hindi shayari, brimming with cultural nuances and a touch of Urdu's elegance, paints vivid pictures of عشق (ishq - love). Here are some examples that capture the various facets of love:

The Allure of New Love:

চাঁदनी रात में तेरा ख्याल, दिल धड़कता है बेकरार, मिलने की ख्वाहिश, प्यार का इकरार, इश्क़ है खुशी, इश्क़ है बेकरार.

(Chaandni raat mein tera khayal, Dil dhadakta hai bekrar, Milne ki khwahish, pyaar ka iqrar, Ishq hai khushi, ishq hai beqarar.)

Translation:

In the moonlit night, the thought of you, My heart beats restless, A desire to meet, a confession of love, Love is joy, love is restless.

This shayari depicts the exhilarating nervousness and anticipation that comes with new love. The imagery of a moonlit night adds a touch of romance, while the use of words like "beqarar" (restless) effectively conveys the emotional turmoil.

The Intensity of Deep Love:

तेरी सूरत का नशा कुछ ऐसा है, खो जाता हूँ खुद में, पता नहीं कैसा है, डूब जाना चाहता हूँ तेरी आँखों के समंदर में, इश्क़ है जुनून, इश्क़ है गहरा.

(Teri surat ka nasha kuch aisa hai, Kho jata hoon khud mein, pata नहीं kaisa hai, Dub जाना chahta hoon teri aankhon ke samandar mein, Ishq hai junooon, ishq hai gehra.)

Translation:

The intoxication of your face is something like this, I lose myself, I don't know how, I want to drown in the ocean of your eyes, Love is passion, love is deep.

This passionate shayari uses metaphors of intoxication and an ocean to depict the all-consuming nature of deep love. The speaker expresses a desire to be completely lost in the beloved.

The Pain of Unrequited Love:

बेवफा है ज़माना, बेवफा है प्यार, मोहब्बत के सिवा कुछ नहीं लाया ये संसार, टूटे हुए दिल के टुकड़ों को समेट कर, इश्क़ है ग़म, इश्क़ है बेकरार.

(Bewafa hai zamaana, bewafa hai pyaar, Mohabbat ke siwa kuch nahi laya yeh sansaar, Toote hue dil ke tukdon ko samet kar, Ishq hai gham, ishq hai beqarar.)

Translation:

The world is unfaithful, love is unfaithful, This world has brought nothing but love, Picking up the pieces of a broken heart, Love is sorrow, love is restless.

This melancholic shayari portrays the pain of unrequited love. The world and love are both seen as unfaithful, leaving the speaker heartbroken and restless.

Exploring the Nuances of Love in English Shayari

While Hindi shayari offers a rich cultural tapestry, English shayari provides a contemporary lens to view love. Here are some examples that showcase the versatility of English shayari:

The Innocence of Young Love:

Butterflies flutter in my tummy, Whenever I see your sunny, Smiling face that lights up the room, Is this love coming into bloom?

This simple shayari uses playful imagery of butterflies to capture the innocent joy of young love. The question at the end leaves a sense of sweet anticipation.

The Comfort of Enduring Love:

Like a familiar song, your love plays on repeat, A soothing melody, ever so bittersweet, Through thick and thin, your hand in mine, A love that transcends the sands of time.

This heartwarming shayari compares love to a comforting song. The use of words like "soothing" and "everlasting" emphasizes the enduring nature of true love.

The Yearning for Lost Love:

A vacant space where your laughter used to reside, A haunting melody where our whispers once confided, Memories flicker like fireflies in the night, Love's embers burning, a fading light.

This poignant shayari portrays the lingering pain of lost love. The imagery of a vacant space and flickering memories effectively conveys the sense of emptiness and longing.

The Unyielding Strength of True Love:

Like a mighty oak that weathers the storm, Our love stands strong, keeping us warm, Through trials and tribulations, our bond remains deep, A love that promises forever to keep.

This powerful shayari uses the metaphor of a mighty oak to represent the resilience of true love. It emphasizes that even in the face of challenges, true love endures.

The Unconditional Embrace of a Mother's Love:

A mother's love, a boundless sea, Of comfort, warmth, and serenity, A love that forgives and forgets, A love that forever protects.

This beautiful shayari celebrates the unconditional love of a mother. The imagery of a boundless sea captures the vastness and depth of a mother's love.

The Unifying Power of Love Shayari

Whether in Hindi or English, shayari offers a unique and beautiful way to express the complexities of love. It transcends cultural and linguistic barriers, resonating with the universal human experience of love's joys and sorrows. From the exhilaration of new love to the enduring strength of true love, shayari paints a vivid picture of the emotions that bind us all.

So, the next time you find yourself overwhelmed by love's emotions, pick up a pen or open a notes app and try expressing yourself through shayari. You might be surprised by the depth and beauty of the words that flow from your heart.pen_sparktunesharemore_vert