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September Rain

Chapter Two

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“NK is quite cute isn’t he?” 

Khushi rolled her eyes.

“What use is it? You’ll never ever ask him for a dance”

Preetika gave a sharp tug at her hair.

“Ouch!” Khushi winced.

“Serves you right, Khushi!” Mona mumbled, applying a generous amount of lip gloss.

“Don’t you know Preetika believes that a boy should ask a girl out? Not the other way around!”

“So what?” Preetika frowned.

Khushi turned around in her chair.

“Preetika those days are long gone by. You should ask a guy if you like him. Simple as that!”

“Simple as that?” Preetika frowned.

“Boys don’t wait. If they like a girl, they’ll let her know! So if a guy isn’t telling you he likes you- news flash! It’s because he doesn’t!”

Khushi’s heart lurched painfully.

“Oh come on!” Mona said.

“They are humans just like us! If we hesitate to confess, so do they”

“Mona is right”

“Whatever, call me conservative but I stick to my views” Preetika said with a shrug.

Khushi exchanged an amused glance with Mona.

“We actually call you an old hag”

They burst into laughter, dodging the twin pillows aimed at their head.

————

The disco light twirled, creating a mosaic across the room, the red draperies and every symbol of the red house dormitory fading in the background.

Khushi laughed as NK lifted her up.

“Put me down you psycho!”

“You came!” NK settled her on her feet.

“Of course I came! I couldn’t miss seeing you become the hottest thing in Woodsmith, could I ?”

“Yes, let’s leave the boring jobs to Aman and Arnav. I am here to live up to the Khurana name, darling “ NK winked.

“Hi NK” Preetika interrupted softly.

“Oh hey! Preetika and Mona! Glad you guys came! The food is there, the drinks are there and the party? It is right here!”

“Clever” Mona said dryly.

Khushi grabbed a cup and left the bickering pair discreetly. She hummed along with music, swaying as she took a sip.

She looked curiously at a couple dancing on the centre of the floor.

Looks like they forgot about the rest of the world!

Her smile broadened in surprise as she saw Aman holding Naina as they moved to the music.

“Things worked out for him, didn’t it?”

“God! You startled me!” She jumped.

“You know Arnav, phantom would be your alter ego’s name”

“Phantom? Yes, I am at fault because you are so unaware of your surroundings…..Or maybe you don’t look for me.”

“What?” 

She had to have heard him wrong.

“Nothing “ Arnav slipped his hands into his pockets.

“Where are the others?”

Khushi wrinkled her nose.

“Mona is probably this close to swinging at NK”

“Someone should remind them, they are not twelve anymore “ he said with a shake of his head.

“Where is the fun in growing up?” She shrugged.

“Let’s dance,” he whispered into her ear.

————

Khushi lifted her hands, her hips moving with the beats.

She laughed as Arnav awkwardly imitated her moves.

He gave up and pulled her to him with a tug on her waist.

“No, wonder you are not leaving the dance club”

“Well, someone has to play that role here” She shouted over the music.

“Alright! That’s it! We are ditching Gupta”

Before she could react, he pulled her out of the sardine packed dance floor.

“It’s 9 o'clock Arnav. Where are we even ditching to?”

“To my haven” 

———

The full moon shone brilliantly upon the terrace.

“You have a knack for finding hideaways “

“Well, the reds don’t believe in privacy. A man has to live, Khushi ”

“Sure” She shook her head with a smile.

Sitting down, Khushi patted the spot beside her.

“You know yesterday’s rain got me thinking “, he sat down.

“What?”

“The unexpected rain. I don’t like it so much”

“No one does Arnav. It gets you wet, you never see it coming and-“

“No, no Khushi. If it rained in September, I wouldn’t mind. Even if I got wet, wearing the most expensive suit, I would be happy. There is just something special about September rain”

Khushi smiled ,“Because it’s predictable? Because it gives you comfort?”

“Maybe. Maybe because you know it’s coming. The clouds tempt you, the sun hides from you. But when it drenches you….you love it as much as you did last September and…”

He paused. 

With a sigh, he turned his face up to look at the star ridden sky.

“And?” She whispered into the night.

Her breath hitched as his eyes met hers.

How can someone be so damn perfect?

“And I know I’ll love it every September of my life”

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IPKKND LIVE BLOG SEASON 1 [Epi 5]

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

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

Heh. I am evil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

12. Wow. Daiyya Ho! What an entry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Whispers beneath the stars

Chapter 22

March, 2008, Gujrat

The camp was alive with color. Holi had descended like a joyous storm, sweeping up everyone in its path—soldiers, doctors, camp workers—no one was spared from the festival's infectious energy. Puffs of vibrant powder filled the air, camp awash with streaks of pink, blue, green, and yellow, as if the land itself had been painted with the emotions and memories of everyone present.

Khushi wandered through the vibrant chaos, her thoughts clouded despite the laughter that surrounded her. The warm breeze carried with it the faint scent of marigolds, mixed with the heady sweetness of bhaang that permeated the festival atmosphere. Her white salwar suit, once crisp and pristine, was now marked with prints of yellow and streaks of orange. She absently brushed a lock of hair from her face, her fingers stained with color.

Despite the revelry, her mind remained restless, constantly pulled back to the events of the last few days. There was something about being here, in this camp, that stirred emotions she had long thought buried. The sharp pang of loss, the bittersweet ache of a love never fulfilled, tugged at her insides with every breath. And then there was Arnav.

She glanced across the ground, her eyes finding him easily among the crowd. He was laughing, actually laughing, something that surprised her. He always seemed so serious, so burdened by something deep within him. His white kurta was smeared with shades of indigo and bright yellow, and his unruly hair was dusted with powdered colors. For once, he looked carefree—almost boyish.

The sight of him like this sent a jolt through her chest, and she felt a strange knot of unease twist in her stomach. It wasn’t that she hadn’t noticed him before; she had. Arnav had a presence that was hard to ignore, and his quiet intensity often intrigued her. But now, as he moved through the crowd, laughing and playing like the rest of them, something felt different. There was something about today that felt... charged, as though the air between them was thick with unsaid words, memories that hovered just out of reach.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a playful shove from Lavanya, who appeared beside her with a mischievous grin, her face smeared with colors. “Lost in thought, Lieutenant?” Lavanya teased, holding out a handful of green powder threateningly. “Don’t think I’m going to let you stand here looking all serious!”

Khushi smiled despite herself, her hand coming up in mock surrender. “I think I’m colorful enough already,” she said, gesturing to her stained outfit.

“Nonsense!” Lavanya laughed, throwing the powder into the air, letting it settle over them both in a shower of green. “Now you look like a true Holi warrior!”

Khushi laughed, the sound light but tinged with nervousness. Her eyes flicked back to Arnav, who was now leaning against one of the jeeps, a glass of bhaang in his hand, the playful expression on his face replaced with something quieter. He looked out across the crowd, but Khushi had the distinct feeling that his mind was elsewhere. Somewhere far away, in the same place hers often went these days.

Lavanya followed her gaze, her smile softening into something more thoughtful. “He’s not as tough as he pretends to be, you know,” she said quietly. “There’s a lot going on under that stoic exterior.”

Khushi’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly masked it with a shrug. “Everyone has their battles,” she said, trying to keep her tone casual. “Arnav is no different.”

“Hmm,” Lavanya murmured, her eyes twinkling with a knowing look. “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of those battles have to do with a certain someone from his past.”

Khushi’s breath caught in her throat. She turned to Lavanya sharply, her pulse quickening. “What do you mean?”

Lavanya hesitated, as if realizing she might have said too much. “Oh, just... things I’ve heard,” she said evasively, waving her hand dismissively. “Nothing serious. But... there was someone. A long time ago. I think it left him with some unresolved feelings.”

Khushi’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. She didn’t know why, but something in Lavanya’s words struck a chord deep inside her. “Do you know who?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lavanya shook her head. “No, he has never talked about it. But... sometimes, in moments like this, you can see it in his eyes. Like he’s remembering something—or someone.”

Khushi swallowed hard, her gaze drifting back to Arnav. He was still standing by the jeep, staring into the distance, lost in thought. The knot of unease in her stomach tightened.

“Come on,” Lavanya said suddenly, pulling Khushi from her thoughts. “Let’s go grab some bhaang. You could use a little loosening up.”

Before Khushi could protest, Lavanya was dragging her toward the makeshift bar where a few soldiers were pouring the intoxicating drink into small earthen cups. Khushi accepted one reluctantly, glancing at the thick, creamy liquid inside. She wasn’t much of a drinker, and the idea of losing control—even a little—made her uneasy. But today... today felt different. There was a sense of inevitability hanging over her, like something was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not.

“Cheers!” Lavanya exclaimed, raising her glass before downing it in one go.

Khushi hesitated, then took a small sip. The sweet, slightly bitter taste coated her tongue, warming her from the inside out. She took another sip, and then another, until the cup was empty. The world around her began to blur slightly at the edges, the sounds of the festival growing louder, more distant. She felt lighter, less burdened by the weight of her thoughts.

Lavanya grinned at her, clearly pleased. “There you go! Now you’re getting into the spirit of things.”

Khushi smiled weakly, but her mind was still elsewhere, drawn back to the man who had occupied so much of her thoughts today. She found herself glancing over her shoulder, searching for him again, but this time, he was gone.

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Ishqbaaz Liveblog, E3: A Really Good Premise

I finally understand the appeal of the show. It's the perfect mix of politics, family relationships with a hint of star-crossed-hate-love story. So far. It's like a darker version of Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham and I must say, it's really interesting and now I'm even more pissed that they ruined it! 

Again - another show that would've done exceedinly well had it ended a year earlier or been turned into seasons. If IPK is India's Pride and Prejudice, then Ishqbaaz could easily be India's Dynasty. 

Without further ado, here's the liveblog:

Episode 3 “A Really Good Premise”

- Wah, Shivaay has a habit of walking away! 

- Rudra, valid question that why Shivaay isn’t throwing Anika out!

- Om ka look - kuch toh hai. 

- Experience? Kamzori? 

- Dadi advice time. Lol, the advice went right over Rudra’s head. 

- Acha, Shivaay’s kamzori is his khandaan. Nafrat bhi rishta? I feel like Rudy right now! Thank God Dadi explained everything. 

- LOL, Anika being disappointed in a big party is ME! 

- HAHA LOL Anika!!!!!!!! She knows Shivaay (great) and her look. 

- Hahaha this whole dialogue is like 5 buckets of foreshadowing. There is no shadow left in foreshadow. 

- Rudy’s ghatiya shayar is kaabil e taareef. 

- Omkara’s belief system is really good - my fav bro right now. 

- Ok, each of the bros are some elements. 

- Nice chemistry/mining/mineral class?

- Shivaay is iron, Omkara is gold. LOL what is Rudy? 

- Dadi hitting Rudy for his immaturity is me - that adorable hitting is everything. 

- Ok ab tak they’ve said Ishqbaaz 25 times. 

- HAHAHAH DADI already approves Anika! Nice, we stan independent girls. Oh shit, Dadi said about the parents. Poor Anika, she wants a fam :(

- SVETLANA, TEJ, GET OUT OF MY LINE OF VISION!

- Home Minister - hello bald chacha!

- I must say, Shivaay is highly influenced (in terms of personality) by his Tej uncle. The skin level similarities are interesting to note. 

- Rudy and Om already stanning Anika. 

- Anika, don’t hold random poori without gloves #covid 

- Hahaha, hilarious miscommunication! 

- Wah, Rudy is half afraid of Anika’s tashnbaazi. OM IS SO IMPRESSED! I  am REALLY liking Anika right now! “Kha kar!” Wah, great use of puns!!!

- This Home Minister might get screwed over like Mool Rajani (I’m just searching for a Mool Rajani right now)

- Tej is dramatic AF. 

- Hahahahaha, Home Minister - you’re finding your nobility along with the coins - on the floor. 

- TEJ IS SO DRAMATIC. I like him for this! Dude can be an interesting character in the show!

- Mrs. Oberoi????? Ah ofc, the secretary. 

- POOR JHANVI - I’M WITH YOU AUNTY! I’LL POUR TEJ’S BLOOD INTO THE BUCKETS OF PAINT SHIVIKA LATER, MUCH LATER, MAKE OUT IN (that’s the blood of all the shitty people and that’s canon)

- It’s sad but true, in really rich societies people are really ok with infidelities and stuff like that. Ugh, seen these shit first hand. 

- JHANVI I’LL KILL TEJ AND SVETLANA FOR YOU. 

- TEJ - DIE! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL WIFE! 

- Pandit ji, is it possible to burn Tej and Svetlana as offerings? We still do that?

- Lo, phirse Bhaiyon ka advertisement start.

- I must say, what mast paparazzi, I love all their advertisements. From songs to outfits, these kids are like “dude let our parents crap, we’ll coordinate our entry EVERY SINGLE TIME” Squad goals, legit. 

- This is Bharat Matrimony.

- Omkara Oberoi, “mere nazar aur nazariya roshni ki tarha hai. Ya toh hai, ya nahi.” Shayar, artist, will give really good hair genes to future children.

- Rudra Oberoi, “ARRE KAB TAK JAWAANI CHUPAAOGI RAANI, MUJHE KO KITNA SATAOGI RAANI (OR NATASHA, OR SHREYA, IDC ABOUT THE NAMES) MUJHSE SH- NOPE - FLIRTING KAROGI….. OH MUJHSE FLIRTING KARO JI!” Abs. The end.

- Shivaay Singh Oberoi “Who the fuck keeps on making my accounts?” *bam goes another phone*

- Or Nirma advertisement? 

 - Dadi is like LOOK AT MY SANSKAR, that totally skipped a generation. 

- Ok the press and show remembers that Priyanka is a powerful Oberoi too. 

- Dude, leave the girl alone too. Let her breathe. 

- YES ANIKA SAVE HER! 

- Who are Priyanka’s parents? YES ANIKA, ask important questions. Poor Priyanka. Stuck in this mill of wealthy family politics and shit. Yaar paani pilao koi! 

- You know I’m really liking Anika so far!

- OH IT IS THE GANESHA OM MADE! WITH THE RED (good job Om and sorry for the previous question). 

- OK I’M WAITING FOR THE K3G SCENE. CHALO BROS EK SAATH AARTI KARO. GIVE COMPETITION TO HUM SAATH SAATH HAI! 

- DO IT, GIVE EVERYONE THE HEART ATTACK. 

- Pinky… you got married to the wrong brother. Tej and Pinky should’ve married - it would’ve been hilarious AF. 

- Aye Haye, Shivaay didn’t forget his smallest bro either.

- Ok today’s poster is Om Jai Jagdish! 

- #Feelingdharmic. 

- Shivaay’s redeeming quality is the fact that he’s a really good brother.

 - YAY K3G scene strikes!

- I’m loving the aesthetic of the show as of yet - I still have questions as to what happens later. Very cohesive writing too. Usually first twenty five episodes are (cause that holds the pitch of the show and stuff)

- Meanwhile… Tej has grinned his molars to nothing, Pinky has done 50000 eye rolls, Svetlana doing random khusur pusur and Dadi just crying tears of happiness (I’m Dadi)

- OH NO, self burning live candle dude is coming on fore. 

- Dude, kisko jalana tha 

- aur kaun jal raha hai. 

- Yeah dude, Ganesh ji punishes paapis instantly. 

- Wait are the three bros lost in puja that they don’t see—

- WTF, damn that’s scary. 

- The End -

Well well well, I’m excited to liveblog the next episode! See you tomorrow (good thing this was queued). Also, what wouldn’t I have given to see IPK in this quality camera and INITIAL aesthetics (focus on initial, I have no idea what shit happens later in this show). This HD quality main Rabba Ve = Jalebi nosebleeds.

- S

Next up: E4 “Anyone between 40-59 is shit”

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IPK Rewatch: EP 01; the fateful night

ah the first look! the first impressions and the first introductions. it's interesting how the first snapshot after introducing us to Lucknow is of the Guptas. While both the families belong from the same city, it's now after 14 years that Arnav is at the point to take what is rightfully his, that Khushi breaks past the gates of his shell.

I love that bua ji's, the fiercely protective guardian of the two girls later onwards entrusted with their responsibility when they are sent to Delhi with her is the one introducing us to whose day it'll be.

"arre khushi ka mawqa hai!"

one of my favourite things about ipkknd were the possibly double meaning of dialogues. of course, it's a blissful and happy day for the daughter of the house is about to get married but today also marks the day where Arnav think he's won from his past. He is unaware that Khushi or happiness will come knocking at his door in span of few hours. Khushi is unaware that the turmoil her recklessness will pull through will lead to her, and her sister's best decisions of life.

Khushi's introductory dialogues reveal that despite being nervous she doesn't shy away from doing whatever she thinks is 'right'. I've always maintained that Khushi's moral compass is driven from the understanding of morality but whether whatever decision she makes will make the person she's doing that particular action for or from happy or sad. Right now, the shop being mortgage is going to take all of Guptas' assets and savings away. It'll also endanger her sister's happiness if the demand for dowry doesn't stop. While Khushi is right, as we know Shashi assures her afterwards, her going behind everyone to fix the situation herself isn't. These actions establish a running theme with Khushi's character. She is the definition of chaos and regardless of her intentions, things do tend to explode a lot in her face.

Also Payal's character's demure and ever-pleasing nature is established from the get go. While Bua ji is singing for her outside, she is worried about Khushi and her father instead of enjoying. The stoic tendency to please others and care for others before observing her own happiness stands out however her ability to go along until someone else takes the first step also shows her status as the elder daughter, whose often lauded as the perfect daughter of the house taking play.

The first look of Khushi, we see her eyes.

The eyes have a big role to play with both Arnav and Khushi, and to see the clarity and courage in Khushi's eyes from the first instance is just a beautiful directorial decision.

I also love Khushi's face reveal just as she is justifying her actions and revealing the same to Devi Ma. This is Devi Mayyian's child. Her absolute favourite and the closet confidant before Payal for Khushi! Sanaya looked absolutely ethereal in the first episode. The lengha is beautiful, the subdued green with pink with gota all over suits Khushi. Her switching out her khussas for tennis shoes few seconds earlier showing the unconventionality she doesn't shy away from. My only qualm is the amount of bronzer they put on Sanaya's face. (cough cough *colorism*)

Again with Khushi's moral compass, she wouldn't have stolen the milk man bike along with milk crates on the side if she actually took decisions which she thought through. Milk symbolises fertility and abundance blessed from gods. Khushi running away with stolen milk is a good use of metaphors in direction with Khushi being the force of change for everyone around her. Today in particular with Payal and Arnav's life. Also, 20,000 rs is symbolise the how the universe is shifting for the Guptas at least in the beginning. 20 being the universal number of harmony, balance and blessings and adding 0s to it which symbolise a divine journey. Three zeros simplify the divine journey Khushi has set out on and taken others along with her. The journey starting with loss will one day end with the gains Guptas didn't ever dream about. These little details were what pulled me into the script the first time around and seeing it repeat reinforces for me at least that I am glad to have been on this journey of Khushi and Arnav's from day one. (I started watching around the teej episodes).

Shashi's red kurta, I think at one point Shyam and NK both wore this during A & K's marriage. The recycling of wardrobes.

Shashi and Garima's conversation reveal the compliance that comes with being a woman in society and is understood by perhaps Garima and Bua ji. Shashi on the other hand might give into the norms, is also someone who stands against the injustices practiced in name of tradition and I love him for it! I really wish we had seen him recover before the show ended. A conversation between him and Arnav would've been heartwarming to witness since they both seem to align on their moral perspective of the world to an extent.

I know they try to tell us Khushi is around early adult years like 18, I really thought she passed as someone who was 21 and 22 through mannerism and with the bday tracks, I'm using that age as cannon.

We finally have the entry of our rakhshas urf rajkummar

I love the shot of Khushi's motorcycle leaving the gates and stopping at the signal for the chopper to fly over and her being the only one to look up in the shot. 

Ah ASR, Arnav Singh Raizada. He oozes arrogance, attitude, entitlement, purpose, and luxury. This is not an ordinary man and makes sure everyone around him remembers that. Of courses betiya didn't care about any. of it and that wasn't okay, at all!

With the first pap question we already know the this man has an established reputation of being hard to reach, of being mysterious, and making calculated decisions which leave others stumped in light of his age and experience. The second and third follow up are questions are just as enthralling. This is one of the most eligible bachelors and not many know much about his personal life. His mysteriously magnetic persona also begs answers to know why they're exceptions in him making a presence at events he is hosting in smaller cities of the country. All these questions and he answers nothing. Just calmly walks past. But we get hints. There's a past. A haunting one with a broken marriage, death, and a mother.

"Hum usoolon ke bare pakke hain!"

"Usooloon se somjhota nahi karte!"

ah chacha ji! where else do we go on to hear these lines from? Dadi ji. How ironic that a woman and her son taking pride in their ability to stick to rules, morals, traditions, are the ones at mercy of this man whose morals are deemed questionable throughout, who doesn't advertise morality, nor preach verse of tradition. These are also the people who wronged him and his sister as a kid. The Maliks left Arnav and Anjali at a place where they couldn't use their name without feeling disgraced. And now here, fourteen years later Arnav stands on the same grounds he was was told to leave from. I love the 630 above Arnav. The number signifying success. Apt! The white dove signifying the turmoil ending to some degree with the Arnav Malik rightfully taking what was his, a reign of peace.

In contrast Payal and Khushi once again having the conversation about what they're doing is right or not brings us to a contrast in decision making abilities. Arnav's move was calculated. He went over Chachaji's head to buy from the man the havali was mortgaged to. Khushi's move is driven through impulse of protecting her sister's happiness.

Khushi's words abut dil, zameer, paisa are hilarious because the man she loathes for the same reason is the one she is unable to hate. Oh how the tables turn!

I love Anjali's introduction. The first words are Arnav. The first interaction in the flashback of her's is with Arnav. The siblings are each others' first friends, first confidants, first people. Anjali wearing very thick visible sindoor after we just saw an ambiguous flash back of hers at her wedding is such a perfect example of Raizada's not being much different than the Maliks in their quest to bury the past and refuse to answer questions. Anjali wearing yellow in a see of red is such a perfect repression of what she means to Arnav. Yellow symbolises happiness, sunshine, brightness. Khushi later showing up in Green is also such a beautiful thing as green symbolises rebirth, revitalisation, and reincarnation of life. The two women are everything for this man.

We find out Arnav wanting to knock down Sheesh Mahal. Whether he does so or not, we don't find out.

(The ipk Redux was amazing at plot analyses and predicting tracks through easter eggs in the show. The complete truth of Garima, Arnav's dad, Khushi's parents, Chachaji, Dadi ji, and Shyam being tied to their past was changed according to those theories and ofc they are theories not canon. but these narrative shifts annoyed me a lot which is why I think IPK would've been good as a finite series. It wouldn't have to adjust its tracks in accordance to trps. Regardless of this theories being right or wrong, we can already observe with the omission of Chacha ji that there were changes made. Ah well.)

I loved that poet dude. The insinuation of taking to rights and two lefts, and Khushi being lost in the labyrinth that was Sheesh mahal is apt in terms of how Khushi found her life tangled with Arnav's past later onwards. I love how Khushi always ended up unintentionally walking towards Arnav since this day onwards. We see that when she ends up at Shantivan with saris. We see that when she ends up in front of him after Shyam the first time around.

and now for that fateful moment. The moment planned by the Gods. the moment where Khushi finds herself scared, her phone battery gone, she has no one and in a sea of people her eyes land at that one person. Interesting how she pulls up her dupatta just as that man stares her. Arnav's eyes when looking at Khushi find a way to admire her or in this case, he was straight up being disrespectful towards this strange girl. When she turns around to leave, she slips on the dupatta his staff had pinned on her and god, this man was taken aback by her. The first meeting derived anger from Arnav but also it pushed something he didn't hope to have to that extent. There is a pull between the two. He looks at her eyes, observes her trembling lips, and her hand, her hand clutches onto his collar which becomes a theme. The dupatta and Arnav's collar are two things that become so important in their ability to communicate their comfort to each other.

And so it begins. The love story. The kahani of nafrat, of refusing to be indifferent but trying so so hard to be.

[josephineiss]

Khushi tells Arnav she is expecting their first child.

Khushi opens her eyes with great struggle... She doesn't want to wake up but all those shouting was making it hard for her to sleep. She just wants to snuggle a little longer... But...

"No excuse Aman! "

Kushi sat up on her bed suddenly.... searching for the source of the fierce sound.

There stands Arnav Singh Raizada speaking to phone and checking his files.

"11:30 that's your deadline! " He hangs the phone and throws the file on to the table.

" What happened Arnav ji? Why are you shouting at Aman this early? " When Khushi tries to stand up, she feels dizzy and sits on the bed.

Arnav get concerned and sits beside her

" Are you okay Khushi? What happened " Cupping Khushi's face in his hands.

"I am fine Arnavji... I felt dizzy when I stood up suddenly. Now I am okay" assured Khushi.

"You should be careful right! " Arnav reminds her with full of concern.

"Why were you shouting this early" asked Khushi.

"Oh, That reminds me I need to go to the office now, there is an important meeting". Arnav stands to put on his suit.

"What! This early? " asked Khushi.

"Khushi.. It's already 9:15 am ...Nowadays you sleep like a bull" teased Arnav while collecting his files.

"What!!! Why didn't you wake me up... now everyone will think that I am turning into a lazy daughter in law" Khushi hurries to the bathroom. " Khushi.. " calls Arnav before leaving to the office.

Khushi stops to listen.

"Stop eating too much jalebi... you've put some weight.. and too much sugar is bad for your health. Bye" Arnav left and Khushi stood there checking herself...

"What !! Did I gain weight? Devi mayya!!!! "

That's when she heard Mami calling her...

"Coming mami!!!! " She rushed to get ready.

*******

Everyone is having breakfast when Khushi joins them.

"Khushi bhittiye... Today also you wake up late...Are you okay?" Enquired Dhadhi

"Don't know Dhadhi.. Arnav ji also didn't wake me " replied Khushi disappointedly.

"It's okay Khushi You have some food with all of us," said Ajali di showing her, her seat.

NK serves Khushi food. Khushi takes a bite but she doesn't eat any further.

"Khushi ji... Why are you not eating any food "

Asked NK, which drew everyone's attention.

"I am not feeling to eat anything..... " said Khushi.

That's when Ajali di's phone rang.

"What happened chotte? Why are you calling me now? "

"Di.. Did Khushi eat any food"

"No chotte.. She says don't feel like eating anything! "

"How can she say like that, Recently she is not doing anything properly... Make her eat something or else when I get back she will be in great trouble. Talk to you later I am in a meeting"

"Okay chottay " Anjali di hangs the phone.

"Khushi you better eat something Chotte is very angry!" warns Khushi.

"Alright, I will eat something else ". Khushi goes to the kitchen. She finds some gelebi there and eats it fully.

Later, when everyone was preparing for pooja in the living room... Khushi was not feeling well...

Suddenly, she rushed to the bathroom to throw up.

Payal came to the washroom to help her get cleaned up.

Later Khushi was laying in her bed and the whole Raizada family was around her, everyone was concerned for her health.

"What happened to Bhatti sari...." Enquired mami with concern.

Akash was also there since he came back from his business trip.

"Khushi Ji doctor will be here in any minute"

"I am fine Akash Ji, no need to call the doctor!"

"If I don't call bhaay will kill me." Akash's phone rang and it was Arnav calling. He took the phone.

"Akash you reached home? How was the meeting "

"It was okay bhaay " Akash said with less enthusiasm.

"Why you sound disappointed? Everything alright?"

"That...Khushi Ji threw up and she is not feeling well" said Akash in one single breath.

Even though the whole family was asking him to not say that, he didn't understand it.

"What! Did you call the doctor? How is she? Did she eat jalebi again? She won't listen to anything that I say!"

Arnav was burning with anger.

That's when doctor came and started checking Khushi .

"Bhaay Relax, Doctor came. I will inform you if anything is there."

"Okay there is one more meeting after that I am coming home"

Everyone was waiting for the doctor to speak. Khushi was laying on the bed. Ajali and Payal was sitting beside her.

"Nothing to worry about. It's quite usual at this period " said the doctor with a small smile.

Everyone was having an incredulous expression, including Khushi.

"Doctor did she threw up because she had too much jalebi ?" Enquired Dhadhi with great concern.

Doctor chuckled.

" No... She threw up because of Arnav" the doctor said playfully.

"What! Did chotte beat you? Did he scold you Khushi?" asked Anjali worriedly.

"No didi. Arnav Ji didn't do anything!" assured Khushi.

"It's because of Arnav's deeds Khushi is in this state! " Doctor said with a smile.

"We don't get it, doctor," said Akash.

"Arnav is going to be a father. Kushi is pregnant. Congratulations."

Everyone started to scream, laugh they don't know how to express their joy.

Khushi was blushing hardly and couldn't look at anyone. Ajali was hugging and teasing Khushi at the same time.

After the doctor left, Akash informed everyone that Arnav will reach home within no time.

And they all planned to prank Arnav.

******

When Arnav reached in front of his room the whole family was standing in a line with angry face except Khushi.

"Where is Khushi? How is she? What did the doctor tell? Is she alright? Why are you all looking at me like that?" asked Arnav without missing a beat.

"Because of you, Arnav bhitttuva, Khushi's health is not okay," said Dhadhi with a stern face.

"Me? What did I do?" Arnav didn't understand anything.

"Khushi is inside, ask yourself Chotte?" said Anjali copying Dhadh's expression.

"Everyone is mad". He opened the door and sat near Khushi.

"How much time should I tell you not to eat too much jalebi? You won't listen to me, right? And why is it everyone blaming me for your vomiting?" Arnav waited for her reply. But she was blushing and couldn't even look at him.

" Khushi speak up!" Arnav moved towards her and cupped her face. Khushi looked into Arnav's eyes, it was filled with concern. She took Arnav's hand and kept it on her belly, Arnav watched Khushi's action without having any clue about what was happening.

" Arnav Ji, you are going to be a father "

Arnav froze. He couldn't believe what he heard.

" What?" He asked in a low voice.

"A small Arnav is growing inside me "

Arnav knew it was the most beautiful moment in his life. At that time he pictured himself playing with a small baby. His eyes filled with tears and at the same time, he started smiling. Khushi too started smiling. Arnav pulled Khushi to him and kissed her passionately on the lips. He poured all his happiness into that kiss and he looked at her.

"I am going to be a father!" Arnav said half crying.

Khushi too started crying with happiness, she nodded. When they both calmed down Arnav kissed Khushi's cheek and told

" Now I know what I did!".

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 27.07.18 lb

hohoho let’s get this shitshow on the roaddddddd.

this prinku’s room is always one unholy mess, forever looking like some bridezilla-tornado ripped through it.

i do like that wall with (off brand) van gogh’s almond blossoms on it though. is prinku the art enthusiast this season?

this dude is a special kinda obsessed with his sister no? muchhhhh more than he was with omRu in Original Universe. like... it’s not anjali blowing on arnav’s chest level weird (yet), but still an almost uncomfortable level of attached.

i doooooooo nottttttt like the music of this season. i miss the original themes, especially shivaay’s theme.

man in all black, crying. hits the perfectttttttt sweet spot on my tharki/misandrist spectrum. love it!

what’s with khanna’s pathani suit type outfit (impression based on what it looks like chest-up. no idea what it looks like from chest down) this season? i liked his snazzy grey suit more.

OHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH DAKSH. BETA YOU BRAVE AFFFFFFFFF TO COME HERE WITHOUT WEARING FULL BODY ARMOUR.

aaaaaaaaaand he’s started yelling and all the goodwill he generated during crying scene went from like a 7 down to a 1.36.

god, please writers/directors. realise that this man does better acting silent/speaking softly. khuda ka vaasta hai aap logon ko. yelling =/= good acting.

shit i would have paid good money to see shivaay pull daksh up by his chutiya choti instead of the collar.

oh no. daksh said shivaay’s trigger word. Anika. ohhhhhhhhhhh boy.

@ daksh:

OH GREAT. CHITTHI BHI MIL GAYI. JFC.

“agar shivaay ne isse sach maan liya TOH MUJHE PHIR SE BHAAGNA PADEGA” hahahahahahahahhahhahahahhha

lord give me the power of quick thinking and spin like daksh has. i woulda just run. honestly.

fuck. the mistress seed has been planted. fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk you daksh. narak ki aag mein jalega tu kutte. teri maaa kiiiii.......... 

red herring waala nonsense with this chaachi. we all know it’s nikhil’s mom who’s come. hero apna itni jaldi thodi aayega. abhi toh usko aur bohuttttttt brainwash hona hai.

... like i don’t get what nikhil’s family’s agenda is though. he keeps taking money from her, okay, but like... what’s the long term plan? why are they being soooooooooo magnanimous towards her?

saas hui nahi abhi tak, par taane shuru.

god i really don’t like this new anika and her stereotypical notions on izzat and badnaami and bs. remember how in the Original Universe she didn’t give a shit about all that and essentially told ranveer that she and shivaay got it onnnnnnn, allllll nighttttttttttt longggggg???? good times, man. gooood times.

also, some more heavyyyyyyy on-the-nose foreshadowing re: shaadi ka nibhaana and all. ugh. fuck this shit.

GAURI TREATING SAHIL AS A LIFE SIZED KETCHUP BOTTLE THO LMAO.

like i said, idhar apne bhai ka patti mein padna khatam nahi hua hai.

btw this is legit like that scene in zoolander.

ew not liking the suuuuuuuper yellow eyeshadow the girls have on.

oh thank god, gauri finally got to give her the gold chain.

MY GIRLS!!!!!!!!! SO PRETTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thank god for them at least giving me the #aniRi feelz. baaki koi brotp feelz toh rahe hi nahi is manhoos season mein.

heavy foreshadowing in gauri’s little speech too. ARRE SAMAJH GAYE NA. AAGE BADHO YAAR.

shivaaaaaay literally dragging daksh in like a dog on a leash lol.

love how the doctor is lobbing this “oh by the way your sister’s never gonna wake up” bomb soooooooooo ~~~~~cazhually.

YEAAAAAAAAH, I DID *NOT* MISS DADI’S CRAZYASS REACTIONS.

lmaoooooooooo at daksh’s subtleeeeeee smirks. now this dude is a good villain. see? silent yet so effective. cheekhne chillaane ki zero zaroorat.

but whyyyyy is he smirking? he’s penniless without praaaanka. isn’t it in his best interest she wakes up quickly and marries him? matlab, why to prioritize anika ki barbaadi over apni abaadi? makes no sense.

yeah maybe focus on getting those duniya ke best doctors, instead of khud going and chadhofying ghodi for noooooooooooo damn reason. matlab kuch bhi. what does that even accomplish??????? teri shaadi ke excitement mein “BHAABI BHAABI!!!!” chillaate hue uth jayegi kya yeh coma se?

.... how and why does daksh know all about anika’s shaadi plans, down to nikhil’s new job??????

god this nikhil’s chomu face. hattttt.

DUNNNNN DUNNNNN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN. MAY THE FIREWORKS BEGINNNNNN! 

BUT ALSO YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS, THE ORIGINAL SHIVAAY THEME MUSIC IS BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

lmaoooooooo nikhil’s faceeeeeeeee. ‘lo yeh phir aa gaya mujhe cockblock karne. both sexually as well as cashflow-wise.’

lolwut???? is this some secret..... code or something? what evennnnnnnnnnn??????

SOMEONE LET THIS MAN SLEEP. FOR FUCKS SAKE. I FEEL EXHAUSTED TO THE INSIDE OF MY BONES JUST LOOKING AT HIM. 

lmao i think at this point nakuul just gave up at acting. this is his real voice, not his “shivaay” voice.

“pyaar mujhse toh shaadi kisi aur se kaise? us raat jo humaare beech hua...” ohhohohohoho buddy boyyyyyyyyyy. you didn’t.

lmao nikhil lost it.

“aye tu chup reh!” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. THISSSSSSSSS FUCKING BITCHBOY. THIS BITCHING FUCKBOY. THIS ASDHGDFJHDGFJK...

props to these two particular aunties who are squarely questioning shivaay’s ameeron-waale morals, and not anika’s.

protip: do not make major life decisions if your undereye area looks like this. you need sleep. and a therapist. not a new wife.

oh also maybe put some chilled spoons on that shit. make ‘em less puffy and red. but mostly get some fucking sleep.

MAN THIS FUCKER IS REALLLLLLLY GOING ALLLLLL OUT.

SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI: SHIVIKA FANFIC WRITER TO RIVAL THE ONES ON INDIA-FORUMS/WATTPAD.

‘YEH KYAAAAAAA CHUTIYAAPA HAI???’ same, gauri. #same.

interesting how they cut out THAT word in the precap. will it remain in the telecast, or has the backlash made them cut it out????????

[arnavsinghraizada]

The Darkest Knight - Part 3

WE’RE BACK!!! Thank you all for your votes and for your support while I’ve been AWOL in fic-writing! I hope this makes up for it somewhat and that both old and new readers alike find something to enjoy here! 

Find the other parts here 

Wrapping her arms tighter around herself as the chill of the night set in, Khushi took her keys from the valet and hurried into her car, hissing slightly when the cold leather came into contact with her skin.

She had really fucked up tonight, that much she was sure of. She couldn’t figure out where, but something had thrown her off and she’d been unable to recover for the remainder of the gala, barely cracking a smile when Rohit Mishra slipped on a spilt cocktail and fell into the fountain, something that would have made her shriek with laughter otherwise.

He was such an idiot. Arnav Singh Raizada - not Mishra.

‘Well yeah, Mishra too,” she amended, frowning as she pulled up at a red light. There was a billboard at the side of the road and on it was plastered his stupid, attractive face. Again - Raizada, not Mishra. The light couldn’t have turned green fast enough for her and Khushi drove off, leaving Arnav and his stupid billboard behind as she turned into the parking lot of her apartment building. She was exhausted by the time she got up to her apartment, dropping her keys down on the counter before making a dive for the sofa. She was just beginning to contemplate the pros and cons of going to sleep right here without changing or taking off her makeup when she heard the heavy swoosh and the dull thud from outside on her balcony.

He was here. She was already scrambling off of the couch, trying to fluff her hair while shimmying her dress into the most flattering fit possible when he spoke.

“Khushi.” His voice, oh god, she thought her knees would give out. “Are you awake?”

She rushed forwards towards her balcony doors, sliding them open and stepping outside to see him standing in the moonlight. The rich, warm amber of his eyes seemed to glitter against the contrast of his mask. Her eyes drank in the sight of him, part of her wondering whether he was really that muscular or whether the suit acted as his version of a push-up bra. Even if it did, she loved push up bras (she was wearing one right now) and she certainly loved that suit. She finally met his gaze, her cheeks flushing when she found him watching her watch him, a soft smile playing on his lips. He stared at her for a few moments longer before frowning.

“Something is bothering you.” He spoke softly, in that rough voice of his that warmed her insides.

Khushi sighed deeply, part of her warming on the inside at the thought that Batman, the hero of the city, could read her so easily, wringing her hands together while she debated on whether or not to tell her caped crusader how she had behaved earlier that night.

“Could it have anything to do with Arnav Singh Raizada?”

Her eyes flew up to him, searching his eerily familiar eyes that were staring intently at her from behind his mask.

“How did you -”

“For the record, you were... so mean to him.” Batman interrupted her and Khushi felt a wave of shame travel over her at her hero’s scolding.

“So mean.” He emphasized, shrugging awkwardly at the end of his statement like he was trying to pretend it wasn’t a big deal.

“He’s like a real man though so… he was probably fine… eventually.”

She watched him for a moment as he looked anywhere but at her and decided that he must think she was so horrible to be mean to Arnav Singh Raizada. He obviously didn’t know ASR at all. No matter, she’d just have to teach him.

“Ugh, ASR, that fool,” Khushi groaned, turning and kicking at a rock near her foot, “he’s such an - such an ASS!”

There was a moment of tense silence before her caped crusader spoke in a defiant voice.

“I don’t know, personally I think he’s pretty great.”

“You what?!” She snapped, whipping around to face the man behind her, glaring at him as he stood there awkwardly in his Batsuit, toying with a buckle on his suit.

“He’s tall…and handsome, wealthy too.”

“And is that all that matters?” Khushi demanded, stepping closer to stare up into his eyes, those beautiful, intense eyes.

“Well….I mean, it helps.”

He turned away from her with a rather dramatic flourish, causing his cape to catch the wind and flare out. Sometimes she wondered if he did things like that deliberately to add to the effect. They stood in silence for a while, the chill biting at her arms. Khushi decided she’d try her luck with playing the damsel in distress and see where it got her.

“It’s so cold out here -”

“ASR once saved a dog’s life, you know,” Batman spoke at the same time and they blinked at each other owlishly.

“What?”

“What?”

“I said,” Khushi tried again when he nodded at her to go first, “that it’s really cold out here.”

She waited for him to offer to … give her his cape? Hug her? She didn’t know, but he was supposed to do something.

“Well yes, of course, it’s cold.” Batman scoffed, looking at her like she was a fool now, “I don’t know why you came out here without a sweater.”

Biting her tongue, she sighed and continued to fidget and rub her arms rather obviously.

“What are you waiting for?” He continued, “Go get a sweater. In fact, change out of that dress, you’ll get sick.”

Far from ravishing her as she’d hoped, he hadn’t even given her a compliment on the slinky number she’d worn to the gala. Instead, she’d gotten a scolding that sounded like something she could have called Payal to hear.

“No, I’m okay, actually.” Khushi bit out, and her hero frowned at her for a moment before he sighed and looked out over her balcony again.

“Well alright, you know best, I suppose.” He said casually and she felt like wrenching one of the weapons off his suit and using it on him. He was supposed to become protective, demand she change before she got sick. Instead, he treated her like an adult who knew her own body and could make her own decisions?

The nerve of him.

“What were you saying before?” she prompted, taking a step closer to his form.

“You mean before you drew my attention to how careless you are with your health?” Batman said, turning to face her again, seeming unfazed at her sudden closeness. His eyes bore down into hers and the expression of displeasure on his face made her heart thud erratically in her chest.

Oh, she was going to swoon.

“I was just going to tell you about how your friend Arnav -”

“He’s not my friend.” She cut across and Batman ignored her, pressing along.

“-your friend Arnav once saved his dog’s life. Rescued him from a burning building.”

“ASR doesn’t have a dog.” Khushi scoffed and immediately cursed herself when Batman stared at her oddly as if she shouldn’t have known that. Truthfully, she shouldn’t have. If it hadn’t been for the stupid crush she’d had on him when she’d first come to town, she wouldn’t know at all, but she’d asked around about him, desperate to know everything she could about the elusive man. Stupid son of a bitch.

“He does too have a dog.” Batman protested.

“He doesn’t.” She insisted.

“He does! His…. assistant bought it for him.”

“Aman bought him a dog?” Khushi asked, confusion overtaking her annoyance at the memory of her crush.

“It was a birthday present,” Batman said quickly, and she snorted derisively.

“His birthday isn't until October!”

He stared at her for a minute before he tore his gaze away, muttering under his breath and she had to strain her ears to catch a few words on how she knew so much about someone she apparently hated so much. She opened her mouth to protest that she only knew because her boss was so obsessed with ASR (her own crush need not be mentioned) when the sky lit up with an all too familiar signal that meant it was time for him to leave. He was needed elsewhere.

Her annoyance vanishing immediately, she grabbed his arm. His eyes remained trained on her hand, curled around his bicep.

“Take care of yourself, be safe out there.”

He looked at her then, an odd warmth in his eyes as he nodded. She pressed up against him then, felt every muscle in his body stiffen as she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Suddenly embarrassed, she pulled away and rocked back on her heels, avoiding eye contact with him. Her cheeks flushed when she heard him make an odd noise in the back of his throat before coughing slightly.

She didn’t dare look up but knew when he’d departed, the sound of heavy fabric swooshing as he leapt off her balcony, disappearing into the shadows. Khushi had to admit, that despite the chill of the summer night, she couldn’t feel a damn thing.

Meanwhile, across town, lying on the floor of his Batcave, Arnav could think only one thing.

Where the fuck was he going to get a dog?

[what-the-pyaar]

Ishqbaaz-June 21, 2017-Reactions

am i fucking ready for this time leap?

LETS DO THIS. 

Promo- 

???? is om in a coma or something after that fall??? is that why tej is saying to “let him go” meaning let him die???

shivaay looks bad in that weird pin-strip suit 

ummm hey tej. you couldn’t handle your own fucking marriage either...you do...remember that. right???

HE LOOKS SO DAMN BAD. 

i also just straight up don’t believe that pinky is calling annika. i bet you anything she’s calling that other girl that tricked shivaay. ragini i think???

i hope i’m wrong and that’s why annika comes back into shivaay’s life, but i’ll be surprised if pinky brings annika back

Show-

3 months later and they’re still doing these weird fucking half stand offs...

y’all are forgetting that om has a brother that’ll ditch the love of his life for him, and his own love. oh yea and this is an indian serial so he’ll probably be fine...

i mean. y’all know i hate tej, but i’d just prefer to “pass” if the situation was that dreadful. maybe that’s just me tho

damn. that’s rough coming from his dad

aw gauri. i love how much she loves om. although i heard he’s kinda shitty in dbo...soooooo. maybe i shouldn’t be supporting this...

shivaay and gauri are SO CUTE!!! 

that’s one of the best aspects of this show for real. how much each of the brothers respect, care for, and love their bhabhis 

i’m living for gauri and shivaay rn

i guess in his own right tej is correct

ugh i got michmichi just thinking that

their weird i have a bigger dick stand off was really funny just now

that’s such a low blow tej. and anyways you definitely have the most fucked up relationships still

I LOVE HOW TEJ IS ALSO JUST LIKE “ANNIKA WAS THE BEST THING EVER FOR YOU SHIVAAY. WITHOUT HER YOU SUCK.”

why do they always give the guy a leather jacket and bike after the time leap??? LIKE. GIVE THE FUCKING GIRL A LEATHER JACKET AND BIKE! I’D MUCH MUCH MUCH RATHER SEE THAT. 

i just will NOT believe she is calling annika. PINKY WOULD NOT. she just has to be calling that ragini girl. like i don’t care what they try to trick me into believing. i don’t believe pinky willing called annika to help shivaay. not yet.

ANNIKA.

LOOKS. 

SO. 

DAMN. 

GOOD.

AND IS THAT A NOSE PIERCING I SEE GIRL?!?!?! DID YOU KNOW I HAVE A THING FOR (NOSE) PIERCINGS?!?!?!? I ALSO HAVE ONE. 

oh my god annika’s revamp is so so soooooo much better than shivaay’s 

okay no. shivaay is not going 164 mph in a fucking bike

i just realized i could be kilometers (and probably is) so idk how fast that actually is. but still. no. 

here’s the thing. he lives in mumbai. no way the traffic is this clear

oh really??? he’s at 200+ what a load of bullshit

that place looks like the scene from season 7 of ipk when arnav and khushi fight those gundas that kidnapped arnac...recycling sets gul????

we all know that’s ragini...you don’t need to do all this dramebaazi

I. LOVE. CHANDA. I WANT THIS STORY TO TURN INTO ANNIKA DISCOVERING SHE’S LESBIAN AND IN LOVE WITH CHANDA. 

i wanna know what happened to sahil. they always ignore him and i’m just in the fucking corner always asking about him

OH FUCK THEY MENTIONED HIM!

i like the roses motif we got going on w annika and shivaay. although it loks better on annika

ummm okay random drunk guy???? 

isn’t that supposed to be annika’s new ~interest~

also i’d like to point out: I FUCKING KNEW PINKY DIDN’T CALL ANNIKA

OH MY GOD. WHAT IF IT’S A PICTURE OF RAGINI?!?! THAT’D BE WILD. 

god why is this show so dramatic????

i literally told y’all there was no way pinky called annika. 

also shivaay looks GOOD in this scene. aside from his hrithik roshan 2006 died blond highlights

RIGHT. LIKE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT WHAT SHIVAAY WOULD GO THROUGH ONCE YOU DID WHAT YOU DID TO ANNIKA?!???? HMMM PINKY. 

^^^^omg this gif is so aggressive

okay. as long as it’s just “dosti” i’ll be cool too

okay...i’m a little confused as to what ragini’s plan is not gonna lie. but i just met the bitch so i’ll figure it out

I JUST FUCKING GASPED. DO YOU NOT KNOW RAGNI. OH MY GOD. I’M LAUGHING SO HARD. I’M SO PLEASED WITH THIS SCENE. 

THE RETURN OF “KANJI AANKHON WALA” 

oooo are we about to find out her plan?!?!?! so quickly too???

damn it. we found out nothing we didn’t already see

i have a feeling this new guy is actually a good guy. at least i really hope he is. he seems disturbed by annika’s crying and i think he’s gonna help!!! i just really really hope he’s a good guy. annika needs a win rn. 

i want his name to be ram for some reason

okay not to be a bitch or anything but like...it’s been 3 months. can you do anything but cry now annika???

oh that was cute and i’m 100% getting it tattooed onto my body 

i absolutely hate how they have shot all the scenes with this guy so far (ram) 

hmmm/..okay....

wtf is with this guy huh???

his name’s “samar” i like it. ram would’ve been good too tho, just saying. maybe even better... ;)

January 22 Promo-

there he goes having a heart attack again

[mukhtaleef]

IPKKND3: My thoughts- 01/08/2017

Oooh yes! Advay Singh Raizada looks hella proud of Chandni! Look out Advay, you will fall faster than you can blink! Gosh darn those pants and suit 😖😖 Ok I don't understand the loyalty Shilpa has for Advay! I need a backstory on them! What a nautanki Advay!! Nautanki Singh Raizada Oh no Chandni, I thought you were better than this! Don't fall for him so fast! Lmao!! What acting ASR! Kon ho tum 😂 Lol who wrote this chick's lines?! Pretty sure it's Advay! What a narcissist 😆Advay Se to koi bhi pyar kar baithe 😂😂 uspe lipstick wali masi ka dialogue- ha ye to sahi hai 😂😂 Look at the girls' faces! I love the lines 😂😂 Advay's smirk says it all! Shikha's rage is funny 😂 Ye to hona he tha! Dammit Advay! You are enjoying it, aren't ya?! Oh girl!! Don't worry he is trying to woo you. He won't haul your ass to police station. Mera mann he kuch aisa hai 😂😂 Stop harassing the girl Advay!! Bada aaya katto gileheri wala. Oh god!! That guitar playing so freaking fake! Thoda to effort daala hota! Awww...poor boy! Don't cry! Chandni is here to take away the pain! Katto gileheri definitely doesn't mean cute. It means sexy! Aargh...seriously stop using tropes from original Gul. Kaan pakadke uthak baithak was an arshi thing! Music, dialogue, scene sab chura lo and fir bolo ki there is no connection with the original show except for Barun 🤦🏽‍♀️ Ok Chandni you have to realise that he is Dev. Does he have to hold a board with Is am Dev Kashyap written in bold letters on it, for you to understand?! Is Advay trying to recreate their childhood?! God she has an OCD! Precap: What the hell?! But what I like is that Advay doesn't hold back at all. That is definitely different from Arnav!

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hello S, I am in love with your analysis posts. They are so in-depth and thought provoking, I wish you had written your interpretations on all the major scenes. So can I request two analyses? 1) an analysis of Arnav’s behaviour in the car ride with Khushi immediately after the Diwali almost kiss-rejection-engagement to Lavanya. 2) an analysis of Arnav’s pursuit of farak padta hai from Khushi. Thanks a lot

Hi Anon,

You are incredibly sweet. Oh dear, writing on all major scenes - that’s extremely difficult but maybe I might get round to it (THIS IS A BIG MAYBE).

Also check us on Spotify and YouTube - @ridzmystique and I analyze the whole show there!

You can definitely request these analyses! Oho Anon, you’re asking two of the most difficult scenes in IPK! 

1) an analysis of Arnav’s behaviour in the car ride with Khushi immediately after the Diwali almost kiss-rejection-engagement to Lavanya. 

Arnav is a man of immediate action and regret. I believe he rides in waves of emotions and once he gets a moment to think, he grabs his rationale and tries to understand everything that’s happening. 

Diwali was a tumultuous time - up until this time apart from a few stray touches here and there, every emotion Arnav and Khushi had for each other happened in the privacy of their minds. I think on Diwali it’s the first time both of that took a step towards their feelings and showed it to the other. 

He’s shocked and confused once he snaps out - he is committed to Lavanya. Which is why he called this a moment of weakness. But the questions Khushi asked him does linger in his mind. 

Once Arnav, in his wave of emotions, declares his engagement - there’s that instant regret. 

And Khushi’s behavior confuses him further. Her hurt hurts him and he literally does not know what to do given the mess he's caused.

He knows she’s heartbroken, and he is gathering his wits together - making multiple bad decisions on the way. 

I think by the time he’s ready to answer the questions, because avoiding it led to havoc, Khushi no longer wants those answers. 

So in the car ride, Arnav asks if she wants her questions answered. Why he had her payal, why they nearly kissed. But it is genuinely late. Arnav often sees things from his perspective so I think he knows that Khushi is heartbroken, but seeing her brush off everything she tearfully asked angers him. During this period you see him uncomfortable with the boundaries he crossed, ready to the same again, burst into anger, and regret every decision he made. 

I don’t think he realised Khushi won’t be wanting the answers to her questions. Because he has answers. Or was at least ready to talk about it. This would not be holding Lavanya as well, I feel he would've immediately ended things the minute he got a confirmation from Khushi. 

Not that Khushi confirming anything would do good - this was the unhealthiest point Arnav and Khushi could've gotten into a relationship. Also this is the first time Arnav and Khushi ever asked questions to each other pertaining to their feelings. Up until now only the audience knows the storm of emotions in their heads. Arnav/Khushi have an inkling. Again, Arnav’s behavior here is a series of bad decisions due to confusion. 

But I also think it was incredibly realistic that both Arnav and Khushi wouldn’t go “Oh I love you” with their first moment of intimacy/affection. Nor would they mutually arrive to the same point of wanting to talk about everything. Given how volatile their emotions were, this confusion was kinda expected. 

*Consider how differently they both treat their feelings around Akash Payal’s wedding. He openly flirts with her, she keeps on wearing his gifted bangles. They smile around each other. They tease each other. There’s a comfort of knowing they’re attracted to each other. 

In one way or the other, throughout the wedding, they constantly sought each other while in Diwali they’re trying to look away but are unable to.

2) an analysis of Arnav’s pursuit of farak padta hai from Khushi.

Uff, this was so angsty and I love it that his pursuit ended in a few days because this is where Arnav was being unethical to both - Khushi and Lavanya. 

Arnav (rightly) knows that Khushi ko farak padta hai. He has seen her tears, her heartbreak - he has never not seen her emotions (unless he’s misguided by his own convictions). So when Arnav learns Khushi got engaged to another, knowing she’s a woman who wouldn’t be engaged unless she loves him - which he tells to Anjali - he’s disturbed. 

It’s less jealousy, more getting her to be honest with her emotions. Which is hypocritical. 

When Khushi lies that him being engaged does not matter - he gets pissed. I find it amusing in a way that he expects Khushi to be courageous and admit her feelings when he can’t do the same. Maybe he’s being defensive? It would suit his character.  And from one of my other analyses:

“Khushi, whether I get engaged or not, whether it’s tomorrow or the next year, how does it matter to you?”

The first thing that Khushi replies if, “Why should it matter to me if it’s your engagement?”

It’s not a no. It’s a question she asks him in turn. What does he expect? Why is he asking her this? Why… when it’s too late? And she quickly covers it up with “No, it makes no difference.”

It’s a lie. The minute she looks at him she knows he knows it’s a lie. Big props to the background scorers. We know the question hits Khushi hard because it’s the question she has been avoiding all along. We know that even though Arnav knows it’s a terribly hidden lie, he cannot help being hurt - a big credit to the soft, painful background score apart from the fantastic actors.

And when Khushi justifies her actions with scattered sentences and tears stinging her eyes, Arnav knows the truth. She knows the truth. And they both wait for the other to acknowledge it. And they both know neither can do so.

The most beautiful, painful and almost tragic part of this scene is that they’re both completely aware and struggling with the weight of their denial. His desperation, perhaps, is a mirror image to Khushi’s desperation when she wanted to know why he nearly kissed her on Diwali. But his desperation is also triggered by the fact that she is engaged to another man.

One might also wonder that once she can validate her emotions, perhaps break her loveless engagement (which he correctly assumes is forced), then he might get the strength to break his? One might also wonder that Khushi, at this point, has lost all hope for whatever it was between them - yet at his prodding she can only hope if he can ever speak up his mind. And his inability to do so pushes him farther away from her.

One of the loveliest things about Arnav and Khushi is that they can be interpreted a thousand ways. In one way Arnav’s fury post that scene does not really come from him believing that he does not matter, but rather on her denial. And he’s clearly not thinking clearly. Not ever since he learned her engagement. 

And with this state of mind he gets onto his single minded focus to get her to admit that he affects her. His engagement affects her. He needs that admission. Because he knows she’s lying. Because she affects him too. 

And he has admitted that usse farak padta hai.

But of course, what he does is extremely unethical and I love it that it stops when he has legit hurt Lavanya for wearing the dress: he says sorry to both, Lavanya and Khushi.

And when Payal yells at him and Akash during Akash’s proposal, Arnav learns how Khushi had told him the truth and he didn’t believe it. I love it that internally he stops playing every single mind game and abandons his pursuit of farak padta hai from Khushi. 

He’s quiet and pained when her family talks about her fiancé, angry when he learns her fiancé hurt her but never, ever gets back to his pursuit of her farak padta hai. 

*consider his ‘pursuit’ during mehendi. He knows it, and loves it when Khushi blurts out ‘farak padta hai’. I love that he smiles and prods her further, but he’s simply smiling because in a way he always knows it. In contrast to Khushi, even she knows his farak padta hai but she’s literally like “for the love of God tell me why”* ah, my favorite idiots. 

Thank you for the question! 

Love, 

- JWB

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

ArShi OS: Illusion

Warning: Angst

Prompt by S-A (sweet anon)

can you please write an alternative ending to the fake honeymoon night following their sizzling, possessive dance

Illusion

Perception of something objectively existing in such a way as to cause misinterpretation of its actual nature.

“Now don’t start seeing dreams,” He whispered, her hand firmly in his grip. She looked at him, wondering why he thought she would see dreams about him, about them?

“How can I attach my dreams to you?” She lied through her teeth, praying her eyes didn’t deceive the innumerable nights she spent seeing his face, smiling at her - or God forbid - doing things she could’ve only imagined.

Of course, her dreams, like her heart, belonged to another. Her words went down like a bitter pill, he hadn’t been warning her at all. Arnav only needed to remind himself to not see the dreams he had carefully woven several nights ago.

“I’m doing this-”

“-for Di, me too.” It was moments like this that shut him up. Why would she care about his sister? Slowly, he nudged her to follow his move. She followed him, attached like a magnet. She couldn’t bear to look at his eyes, not when she knew she’d drown in them and he would do anything but save her. Her spine stiffened as her intuition warned her of another pair of eyes.

Disgust crawled her skin. Her grip tightened.

Arnav looked across, and found Shyam staring at the two of them. Even though Anjali was in his arms, he didn’t hide how annoyed he was to find Khushi in Arnav’s. Arnav stopped swaying, a realization settling in his throat like bile.

Oh that explains why Khushi wouldn’t even look at him. Or why she wasn’t even aware that he had stopped dancing.

Shyam had no right to look at his wife. Arnav Singh Raizada’s wife.

Khushi frowned as Arnav lifted her hands, nudging her to dance - with him. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Nor his. That he remembered there was a time when they used to walk the same steps, hand in hand, skin on skin.

With one tug she was thrown back to their historic Teri Meri performance. These were the same steps. It was as if they weren’t even dancing in the same hall. All she could see were him, and his blatant grasp on her body.

Despite her mind’s violation, her body eased with his as if they had never stopped dancing since that night. When he pulled her across the length of the room, she snapped out from the reverie and into a nightmare.

A delicious nightmare. The one that left you soaked with sweat, heart pounding, and a lover’s name on your lips.  

It was the same steps, but not the same man. Attraction was replaced by possession, love by passion, harmony by chaos, confession by silence. They were drunk, intoxicated from the memories of the last time they were so close, where his hand had slipped under her saree to feel her bare skin, where her fingertips had brushed against his stubble.

Tonight Khushi had made one mistake, to look into his eyes. Because once she did, she was unable to look at anything else. She was free falling, miles and miles into darkness, and everytime she thought she met death - she was pulled back into his arms.

Arnav gravitated towards her. What had started as possession was slipping into desire. God damn her eyes for latching onto his! He wanted to show she was his, but he only ended up rekindling the memories he thought he had forgotten.

No matter how many times he left her hands, she swiveled back into him, and for a fleeting moment he thought if she could feel the storm in him.

NO!

She crashed into him, hands gripping his shoulder, shaking. He looked at Khushi, confusions and questions pooling in those brilliant, hazel eyes. The eyes that stared at his lips.

Perhaps someone clapped, took them to their rooms - they don’t remember how they reached there.

Khushi rested her forehead against the door, hunger and desire taking a toll on her. She did not dare to open her eyes and take another step inside their room. No, she needed to leave before she forgot-

“Khushi?” Arnav watched her, standing eyes closed, fists clenched, right by the door. Did she not even want to see him?

After a moment, after he called her twice, she opened her eyes and stared at nothing.

It was dark.

His bruised pride and ego left him the minute she gasped. Khushi had nyctophobia. Her fingers flew to the wall, attempting to find the switches. His eyes, having adjusted to the darkness, could see most of the room.

Arnav reached her in two steps and tested the switches. Someone had cut the electricity.  He touched her shoulder and she shoved him back. A snarl was ready at the tip of his tongue until he saw that she was shaking.

“Jiji,” she whispered, like a child. She tried opening the doors but it refused to budge. Arnav tried to reach for her shoulder but stepped back, it could only frighten her further. After a moment’s hesitation, he reached out to her.

“Khushi, it’s me,” if it made any difference.

Her hand shot out to grab his, it made all the difference.

“A-arnav.” She stammered. Sweat collected on her brow. His arm was stuck in her vice like grip.

“Yeah it’s me… I,” He was helpless. He had never dealt with any of her fears. How had she spent the night in Nainital?  

Arnav grabbed his phone and realised he doesn’t have it. Damn it!  

“Khushi, look at me.” Khushi stared at him.

“Breathe Khushi, breathe.” Khushi nodded, watching him as he took a deep breath. Khushi, when you’re afraid… think of something good. Payal’s words floated to her.

Khushi only saw the man before her, her worried Rajkumar. Who came in a white car, in his best suit, and drove all her fears away. The more her fear ebbed, the more her heart ached.

“Khushi, tum theek ho?” He was gentle, holding her shoulder as if she was made of glass.

Khushi broke down. Arnav reeled back, angry and helpless at once. He hated not knowing what to do. Khushi sank on her knees and curled by the door, sobbing uncontrollably.

It was not delicate, nor loud. It was the cry that broke his heart further than he thought her betrayal could. Her makeup ran down her face, her dupatta now a mess.

Just a day earlier he had flung that he would never believe her nor her tears, especially her tears. He would never give them the power to weaken him. But tonight, he would give anything to stop her sobs.

Because it was a cry of loss.

Khushi had given up, she could not pretend any longer. She tried so long to fight. From changing his room to tackling his every argument with a joke. But now she and her marriage were becoming a joke.

Arnav kneeled, trying to understand what in the world prompted her to cry.

“Khu-”

“I can’t… this marriage, I can’t.” In a few words, his world slipped beneath his feet.

Arnav grabbed her shoulders, “Don’t even think of breaking this marriage, don’t you know what I can do?”

“I do!” She cried, “and I can’t stay with-”

“-me.” He seethed, “I know where you want to stay-”

“-no.” She struggled against his grip, the darkness closing in on her, “I can’t stay with your anger, your concern, your hatred, your lo-” Arnav stepped back, burnt from her confession. If only there was light, she would’ve seen she wasn’t the only one with a broken heart.

“I’ll go mad.” She confessed, her breath coming out in shallow pants. Everything was too much, their marriage, dance, darkness and him.

She closed her eyes as her head swayed, exhausted. And probably she saw him, reaching out to her, holding her tight in his arms. Her hands clutched on his shirt, and she finally let herself go.

Arnav picked her in his arms, and quickly took her to bed. His heart cracked when her fist held on to the collar of his shirt. This time he relented. He was allowed to be selfish.

“I dream,” She mumbled as he held her hand. Arnav, warily inched towards her to brush her fringe away.

“I dream of you, so much.” Arnav stilled, his hand frozen mid air.

“Khushi, mein…” Arnav gulped as tears threatened to fall. At this point, he would’ve forgiven anything. Because for once, he had no idea what the truth could be. The night lingered on and Arnav stayed with her, by the bed, praying that morning never came.

Sleep finally took over him and he never realised when he had slipped right next to her.

She could’ve sworn she felt a ‘sorry’ brush against his forehead.

He could’ve sworn that she pulled him a little closer.

But then she had also heard him once say that she looked good in green.

But then he had also seen her desperate to know if he had bought the bangles for her.  

It was just an illusion.

And if either had opened their eyes, they would’ve seen the tears that contradicted so.

A/N: So sorry, I know this was supposed to be smut, but I couldn’t help and veer towards angst. This is mostly Khushi’s p.o.v and I tried to take her nyctophobia into consideration. Hope you liked this! #kyundardhaiitna 

[phati-sari]

The Devil’s Smile

Dedicated to @puranijeans and @zaphbeeblebrox and inspired by this post.

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Often depicted as slim, ethereal and just a little terrifying, the fey have long hidden in the shadows of Lucknow. The minarets and large expanses of greenery might well mark this City of Nawabs, the markets the domain of the savvy bargain-hunter, but its waterways belonged to creatures both beautiful and dangerous.

It was over one such waterway — on a bridge whose name had been long lost to history — that Khushi watched the moonlight dance. This bridge didn’t appear on any guidebook. It was hers.

She might have been human — slender, shapely, fine-boned — had it not been for the pointed ears hidden within the ink of her hair and the deep violet of her eyes. Her pupils were those of a cat. Her fingers ended in claws.

Oh Goddess, how much longer will my Aunt punish me with this tedious task?

Her sigh fogged the air.

It was a dangerous thing to be bored when one was a creature of magic and midnight.

Footsteps on the wood of the bridge. She didn’t turn, though another fey would’ve heard the kick of her pulse and the quickening of her breath. Her companion, however, did not.

He was tall. Dark-haired, grim-mouthed, cloaked in shadows.

Intimidating, for a human.

He came to stand some four steps away from her, fists clenched by his side. The shadows, Khushi realised, were a designer three-piece suit. She heard the grind of teeth as his jaw clenched. Feeling mischievous, she counted to twenty — slowly — before nodding at him to approach. He took a step forward.

“I’ve come to make a deal.”

His voice was strong. He had the tone of someone unused to argument.

Someone who gives orders rather than take them.

She replied at the heels of this thought. “What do you seek?”

“My sister is sick. She has memory-loss, blacks out for hours at a time, and now she’s always sleeping. The doctors have run every test, she’s had every scan, but they’ve found nothing.”

A sister.

A bright laugh, the sparkle of brown eyes, comforting words in the darkness. Payal.

The man continued, his words coming quickly. “She’s dying. I can feel it. I can’t lose her — I won’t … I won’t lose her.”

“Do you want her health?” she asked, her voice both solemn and bright in the way of her people. “Or life everlasting? A diagnosis?”

Unlike other humans, this one didn’t flinch. “Her health. I want her to be well again.”

Nor did he fidget. He stood with the stillness of a statue. He was handsome in the moonlight. His gaze was sharp, his cheekbones high, his mouth full. The cut of the suit accentuated the way his shoulders filled it.

Something low in her body tightened.

“And what do you offer in return?” she was glad her voice didn’t tremble.

“What are your usual terms?”

Khushi instilled a nonchalance she didn’t feel into her tone. “Ten years of servitude. Your first-born child. Take your pick.”

And finally, he blinked, his eyes shadowing. His chest rose and fell sharply.

“Are you … are you serious?”

She stepped forward. “Absolutely.”

He was silent, but the furrow of his brow betrayed him.

“I’m curious,” she circled him slowly, delighting in the way he didn’t take his eyes off her. “Why did you come here if you do not believe?”

“Di— My sister believes. She’s believed in the fey her entire life, even more so after … even more so in the last few years.”

When she was behind him, his head whipped around to keep track of her. She touched a claw to the shoulder of his suit.

“And she sent you here? Your sister?”

“Yes.”

He smelled of snow and dark water. She shivered. “What is her name?”

“Anjali Jha.”

“And yours?”

“Arnav.”

Ocean.

The knowledge that her Aunt would punish her severely didn’t stop her from issuing a warning. Something in her wanted to save this man.

“Go home,” she spoke softly. “Go, forget you came here.”

“No. I can’t let Di die. If there’s any chance—“

“—There’s more than a chance. It’s a certainty. But the price will be too high.”

“I don’t care,” he all but growled.

And that sensation, the low and hot and tight thing in her belly, it flared. She twirled away, desperately sucking air that didn’t contain his intoxicating scent into her lungs.

Oh sweet Goddess, what have you done?

She did not want this. Not here, not now, not him. It was enough that her mother and father had suddenly died. Enough that her sister still grieved, plagued with nightmares. Enough that they now lived with their hated Aunt. The same Aunt who forced her to stand here at this bridge, to make faithless deals with desperate humans. The machinations of the fey court would not allow for a dalliance with a human, however handsome.

He would be her ruin.

And oh, how much she wanted that ruin.

An entire lifetime spent within the confines of the rules of court, of unquestioning obedience, and what had it gotten her? Betrayal, at the hands of those closest to her. Pushing aside both helplessness and rage, Khushi plucked a stone from near her feet. A solemn invocation, and it glowed jewel-bright in the moonlight. Their fingers touched when she handed it to him, electricity flooding her at the simple touch.

“Your sister’s health for your first-born child,” she held his gaze. “I have no time for servants.”

“Deal,” his voice was gravel.

The stone shone brightly for a moment, cementing the transaction. Taking it from his hands, she threw it into the water. The resulting splash was loud in the moonlight.

“Very well. When you return home, your sister will again be in pristine health. It will be as though she was never ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade.”

She turned to him as she finished speaking, her heart skipping a beat when she saw he wore a quiet smile.

“Thank you. My Di is everything to me.”

“Yes, I know,” her answering smile was tentative. “Let us hope the price is not too high for you after all. Only time will tell.”

His smile turned into a grin. “When do we start?”

“Elaborate.”

“You said you want my firstborn.”

There was something dangerous in his grin. Something sharp, menacing, and she felt fear curl in her belly. “You agreed. The transaction is binding.”

Already, the magic of the fey was healing his sister.

“And so I ask again — when do we start?”

A feral look in his eyes as she realised just how deftly she’d been outmanoeuvred. And her body, traitorous as it was, betrayed her.

She blushed.

----

There might be a sequel coming. I don’t know.

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Top 6 Underrated Comedy Scenes in IPK

Version: Arnav Singh Raizada & Situational Comedy

After a certain Khushi Kumari Gupta entered ASR’s life, let’s say she’s given him many moments to laugh. But sometimes, fate wants to laugh at his expense too. Here are six underrated moments in IPK where life did not give Arnav any lemons to make lemonade. 

1. Banwari, The Dhobi (S3, E10)

The one day Arnav decides to do something right, the entire universe conspires to make everything go wrong. His day pretty much goes like this; Mission “Khushi, I am Sorry” Obstacle #1: Arnav can’t say sorry. Everyone can, but no one helps. Because Arnav never asks for help.

Solution - Just find Khushi. Obstacle #2: Ask Lavanya. Feign ignorance... feign ignorance... doesn’t Lavanya know who I’m talking about? Feign ignorance... she’s taken a vacation WHAT *fuck*.

Solution - Call Khushi

Obstacle #3: Can’t English when Khushi’s on the phone. Also, cuts the call himself, has the Rabba Ve wind, and facepalms himself.  But the moment of this hilarious day that takes the cake is when Arnav instructs JP on whoever is by the door, to send that person to his room.  Arnav (ready with the intense look): I need to speak to you

Someone with a voice that does not give him the Rabba Ve : Yes sir, tell me, anyways I’m used to the [scolding] Arnav (turns dramatically, intensity dead): WHO ARE YOU? 

Not Khushi: Banwari, aapka dhobi.  *sigh* We’re with you Arnav bitwa, we’re with you. Although you shouldn’t have yelled at Banwari ji. Banwari kinda predicted though. 

2. Oh Aman! (S3, E34)

Before Khushi, khushingly, threw the mitti (soil) all over herself which led to the gentle-hot-sexy-eye-blow-dust-shy Rabba Ve; the mitti was in her hands, in his pot, and all the way from Arnav’s room to the living room.

And here was Aman, being Aman, taking every meticulous note of what his sir was saying.

“Okay Aman, I was saying that our delegates are arriving tomorrow at Banglore. Prepare your team and give them-” Arnav notices the soil on the floor “-Mitti?” 

“Foreign delegates ko mitti dena hai, sir?” We should give the foreign delegates soil, sir? 

No Aman bitwa!

“Oh Shut up Aman!”

This moment is outright hilarious and one can literally see Aman blurting out the first thought in his head - and it’s too late - before he gets yelled at by Arnav.

Poor Aman though;

ASR: *asks for confirmation by asking Aman to repeat*

Aman: *repeats*

ASR: *says something stupid*

Aman: *repeats?*

ASR: Oh shut up *I was commenting on something you have no idea and I expect you to understand my stupidity as you are more worthy than me in several scenarios and I don’t think you are human*

3. The Newly Shadi Shuda Arnav Singh Raizada (S6, E31)

When Arnav Singh Raizada got hitched (more like forcing a woman to elope with him), one expected many hearts to be broken. After all, the kunwara krorepati - bachelor billionaire - was off the market! But the one heart that I never expected to be broken by Arnav’ marital status, was of Shukla ji’s! Alternating between an Arnav who had no idea that man before him existed, and the canteen waala who believes he is an intrinsic part of Arnav’s life - it is one of the funniest scenes in the show. Shukla: Sir, I was just gone for a day and-

ASR: Who the hell are you?

Shukla: Sir I’m Shukla, the canteen waala *cue ugly crying* I AM THE ONE who brings your daily morning tea, without sugar, and your daily evening coffee, without sugar, to you.

ASR: *invoking Kanan Biswa from MPKDH Pretentious Movie Review* Toh problem kya hai?

Shukla: Sir that’s exactly what I’m asking, if there was an issue with *sobs*

ASR: Come to the point

Shukla: Nobody wants the canteen food, they’ve all found a new lunch service *sobbing continues* This provides me the bread and butter for my home and YOU destroyed-

ASR: What the! What did I do?

Shukla: YOU. GOT. MARRIED

ASR: I got married, how is that a problem to you?

Shukla: *sobs and leaves*

ASR: Sabki problem kya hai yaar! it’s awesome seeing ASR say yaar Crazy people.

*If this scene does not make you laugh, I will be extremely judgmental of you* 

Also whoever played Shukla ji, your crying was epic. 

4. Presenting Lakshmi Nagar, by Manorama Raizada (S7, E1)

There’s one thing about going to your in-laws house, there’s another thing of somebody frightening you to no end about it.

Manorama and Arnav have the strangest friendship - they are both well aware of the other’s faults and are not hesitant to use those faults - but somehow believe the first thing that is out of their mouths.

This scene might have not been funny, if Arnav was not straight up terrified and believing everything Mami ji said (until she would say something completely obnoxious). One can see that Arnav literally hangs on every word Mami says *lol*

Arnav: *can handle a fashion empire, a sleazy brother-in-law and millions of rupees*

Mami: *describes food floating in oil at his in-laws house*

Arnav: *nearly shits his pants*

This scene truly works wonders because of the fantastic acting and chemistry between Barun Sobti and Utkarsha Naik.

5. Khushi’s Dream Man, Not Arnav Singh Raizada (S7, E3)

Arnav knew Khushi liked Salman, enough to put a poster in his room to annoy the hell out of him. But here he sees that she loves Salman. Honestly dreams about marrying him - in a cheaply cut out poster of him and her in a palanquin.

And even though he has been in her room several times before, this is the first team he notices the little things about her.

It is cute and hilarious because in one second Arnav has five immediate opinions about her.

Arnav: I have to see Salman here, too? That too six times?

Arnav: Certified crazy… wait… what’s that

Arnav: A wedding palanquin with Khushi and… what… Salman?! WHAT THE?

Arnav: SHE ACTUALLY DREAMS OF MARRYING HIM?

Arnav: She’s crazy, childish but adorable, loveable and oh my fuck this little cutie patootie asdfghjk ahh I need to stahp;

The mental ‘what the’ was loud enough to shatter the walls of Gupta house.

Also, Barun, you are a treasure.

6. Never Underestimate the Power of a Common Belan (& Bua ji) (S8 E9)

I cannot begin with what I love about this specific episode. It is AMAZING to see Arnav get roasted (sorry bitwa), especially by his in-laws for a very valid reason.

He forgot his wife’s birthday. And he realised that. While yelling at her. In her home. In front of her family *slow claps*.

The hilarious series of moments begin from Arnav stating he doesn’t want to eat, and Bua ji (oh I love her in these episodes) just comes in front of him - stares at him - and challenges him to leave the house without eating. #ToughLove #BuajiRoxx (Abha ji, you are amazing)

The day really isn’t cut out for Arnav. It isn’t.

How Not To Celebrate Your Wife’s Birthday  - Arnav Singh Raizada

On the night before her birthday, call her the biggest mistake of your life (don’t worry, if she wants to leave the house have something in handy to blackmail her with to stay back).

On the day of her birthday, yell at her, preferably in her house, where her family is present.

Oh, you still don’t know it’s her birthday.

Try to say h-hha...happ...ha

Don’t refuse lunch. Bua ji has a powerful belan.

Tell your wife hh..hh-hhaaa-- happy singh?

Notice what she’s missing, and buy the replacement (especially one that does not suit her style nor necessities)

Don’t attempt to pacify the family.

Eat 584219 puris, no questions asked.

Then look at your wife, ask for…. water.

Continue eating the puris.

DON’T ATTEMPT TO FLIRT IF YOU CAN’T GO BEYOND HA--HA--

Get served more puris. Win the family’s heart, oh fuck, not your wife’s though.

Give her the gift, selected and signed by your assistant. Oh, and don’t forget to say ha-ha---handsfree?

Act surprised when; she doesn’t believe the gift is yours, uses the bag what several middle class people use bags for, gets a heart attack on the price.

Oh don’t mention the price of the gift.

Forcibly feed cake, cut the cake, and attempt to flirt when she’s absolutely not in the mood.

Kiss her and give her the one meaningful gift, when she’s asleep.

Realise that you’ve fucked up and you’ll fuck up further. It’s a good thing you married her (oh shit and reminded her about the contract) and your cousin is her friend who can help you for the rest of your life.

With sincere What Thes, ASR.

Penned by NK. So that’s it for today - hope you all had a fun time reading this! And a big hug to all those who inspired me (you know who you are).

A big thank you to the scriptwriters and creatives for coming with these wonderful moments - comedy is one of the most difficult things to write!

[phati-sari]

Arshi FF: Charade - Chapter 32

Author's Note: Hi! Welcome back to Charade. I’m excited-nervous about this update. Just a warning though, it’s definitely 18+. Please proceed with caution.

Chapter 31 // Read on FFnet // Read on Wattpad

Chapter 32: Crave

Khushi

"See something you like?"

"N-no ... I mean ... Y-yes ... I mean ... What-what are you doing?"

"Changing," Arnav-ji started towards her.

"B-but why ..."

The mattress tilted as he prowled across the bed to come to a rest a few inches from her. Khushi trembled, held captive by his gaze. The thunder of her heart almost drowned out his whisper.

"Would you like to help?"

He kissed her when she would have answered, scraping his teeth on her lower lip in admonishment. She tried to speak again when he released her.

"Ssshhh," Arnav-ji placed a gentle finger on her lips. "Hold that thought."

He climbed off the bed, snatching a change of clothes from the wardrobe and disappearing into the bathroom without another word. Khushi stared at the closed door for a few seconds before reaching for her phone. Jiji had sent a photo of her and Arnav-ji on the dance-floor. He held her from behind, one hand on her shoulder and the other at her waist. She was dancing, body tilted to one side with her arms stretched out, while he smiled directly at the camera. She zoomed in, focussing on the way the sari had bunched under his hand.

The water in the bathroom shut off. Khushi felt her pulse kick as she hurriedly placed the phone on her bedside table. She smoothed her hands over the duvet as Arnav-ji joined her, her body suddenly heavy with need. He pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her neck after brushing her hair over one shoulder.

"You okay?" he wrapped his hands around her ribcage.

They curled together, his leg sliding over hers and her hands splaying on his back. She felt a wave of contentment wash over her as she listened to the rhythm of his heart. These small, night-time rituals hadn't only become familiar to her, they'd become essential. She prepared to speak her love into their silence, but Arnav-ji made a noise that spoke of tiredness and relief before she'd figured out how.

"I'm glad the wedding is over."

Khushi shifted to peer at him, "Why?"

"Just glad," his fingers trailed along her spine. "You know I don't like these things."

"You knew so many people there. Everyone wanted to talk to you."

"And I ..." Arnav-ji sighed. "I only wanted to talk to you."

"Thank you," happiness soaked into her, "for making time for the reception."

The people are less intimidating when you're there.

A contended hum from her husband, "What did I teach you about saying thank you?"

Heat unfurled in her tummy as she stretched to press her mouth to his jaw. He shifted, using two fingers to tuck her hair behind her ear before capturing her lips in a kiss filled with promise. There was, she was beginning to realise, no more powerful a drug than her husband's kisses. Her fingers curled into his night-shirt as her body tightened in response to the intoxication. He stroked a hand from her hip to her waist, higher. She arched into him, already burning for his touch, and was rewarded when his hand covered her.

"You tired?" he spoke against her lips.

Khushi fought to gather her thoughts, "W-what?"

"Are you tired?" he asked again. "Or is this okay?"

She must have stayed silent for too long. Arnav-ji pulled back, his gaze focussed.

"I'll always ask," he said huskily. "If I'm not sure, I'll ask. And you can always say no. You've had a long day and I want to be sure."

Her heart swelled with emotion, eyes burning as she breathed deeply. She understood instinctively that there were few things more intimate than what he offered — that here, in their marriage bed, there was trust, acceptance, honesty, and safety, for her and for him.

In that realisation, she found the courage to whisper, "I'm not tired."

Her earlier exhaustion had been replaced by electricity in her veins.

"I can make you tired," he offered with a smirk.

Arnav feathered kisses on her neck and jaw, coaxing her onto his chest so he could pull down the zipper that held her suit closed. She gasped, feeling her world spin as the air cooled her heated skin. He'd teased her for hours with careful, secret touches and whispered words, and now she felt wild and almost feverish with want. Khushi slipped her hand under his night-shirt, revelling in his warmth and strength, and exhaled shakily as he unsnapped her bra. Her body seemed to thrum in time with the pulse between her legs.

His mouth was commanding when he kissed her, one hand tugging at her hair and the other covering her exposed back, the beat of his heart chaotic under her fingertips. He groaned deep inside his chest as his tongue swept inside her mouth. He tasted of mint, and it swirled inside her as she reciprocated the kiss.

They were pressed so close together that she felt him grow hard against her.

"Arnav ..."

His gaze was molten, the intensity holding her motionless as he tugged the material of her dress down. Moving without warning, he took the upper part of her breast into his mouth. She tunnelled her hands into his hair, biting her lip to contain a sound of delight and trying to hold him there as he marked her skin.

"Mine."

His tone was possessive, his hand proprietary where it squeezed her bottom. Her bra fell away, allowing him to move his lips to her nipple and suck. Khushi gasped air into her lungs, her body undulating as need clawed her insides, but he continued to hold her up as he moved to lavish the same attention on her neglected breast. A moan tore out of her, her hand falling from his hair to his shoulder as she momentarily became limp. It was some time before he returned to her lips, stroking his tongue inside as his thumb took up the task his mouth had left. When the onslaught of sensation was almost too much, he took mercy on her by kissing his way to her ear.

"That will feel much better without clothes."

Khushi froze at his whisper. She blushed at the realisation that she'd shifted until she could grind herself on his thigh and started to climb off.

"Ssshhh ... it's okay," a whisper against her ear as he flipped them so she was pressed into the mattress. "You make me crazy too."

A small bite that had her sucking in a breath.

Arnav paused, "You liked that?"

I like everything you've shown me.

She tried to tell him without words, angling her head so he had better access. He nibbled a path from her ear to her collarbone and back up as his hand toyed with her breast. She shuddered when he kissed her again and felt the throb between her legs intensify when he sank his teeth into her lower lip.

He undressed her with care, slipping her dress and bra down her arms and pulling at the knot on her pants before sliding it all down her body. She helped by kicking it away. Before she could gather her thoughts, he slid his hand between her knees and up towards the apex of her thighs.

"Arnav!"

His eyes were wary as he met her gaze, "Too fast?"

Fast? This is fast?!

Khushi shifted against the hand that had stilled against the cotton of her panties, and he understood. Lightning flashed behind her closed eyelids he pushed her underwear aside to touch her. She buried her face against his neck, smothering herself as he found where her ache was centred. This time, the world didn't fall away as soon as he caressed her. The pressure of his fingers moved lower, rubbing at her in a teasing motion for a few agonising seconds before he stroked inside.

An inferno built within her body, and she desperately made coherent the only thought left burning in her mind.

"I ... I love you."

Arnav chuckled against her heated cheek.

"Of course you love me now," a flex of his wrist so there could be no mistaking his meaning. "We'll see if you feel the same way in the morning."

Her protest was cut off with a deep, hard kiss, and then her mind stopped working, lost in delirium as he worked magic over her body. Her pleasure, when it broke, was almost violent in its intensity. It ripped through her, stealing the air from her lungs as the world went black. She was sure she cried out, though she felt him cover her mouth with his. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked through her, until she finally subsided, sated and limp against his hand.

Their jagged breaths in the silence of the room. Khushi nestled into her husband, stroking his chest in an idle motion. He pressed kisses into her hair.

"Khushi?"

"Hmm?"

"Say it again."

She smiled against his shirt, "You'll have to wait until the morning."

Arnav nipped her ear, "Now."

"You can't make me!"

"Oh yeah?"

The hand he'd moved to her hip stroked upwards to tickle her side. Giggling, Khushi attempted to roll away, but he was unrelenting as he moved with her. She caved to the affectionate torment after a few minutes, struggling to speak.

"I ... lo-love ... y-you."

"I didn't hear you," he grinned down at her. "What did you say?"

"I love you!"

The heat that flared in his eyes was the only warning she had. His mouth was soft and wet on her still sensitised breast. Heat coiled in her belly though aftershocks of pleasure still pulsed inside her. Khushi arched upwards, trying to press her body into his.

"We'll have to work on your patience," her husband nuzzled her affectionately.

A surge of tenderness blossomed in her chest as she traced two fingers from his temple to his jaw, across his cheek and over his lips. Her body clenched when he took those fingers into his mouth, sucking gently. She kissed him, sliding her hands into his shirt and pushing it up until he got the hint and whipped it over his head. Then, she explored, pressing her lips to the rough heat of him as she learned the landscape of his body. Arnav groaned as she kissed his neck, his hand tangled into her hair and his breath coming in harsh pants as he held her there. She drew in the scent of him as she sucked.

"More."

His voice was rough, strained. Recalling the sensation of his teeth on her skin, she bit down and was rewarded when he rasped her name in the darkness.

Pushing at him until he lay back, Khushi kissed her way across his chest. She hesitated when she reached his nipple. He took advantage, sliding a hand down her back to shape her bottom. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to be deliciously distracted for a few moments. Arnav didn't hurry her, though he seemed to make a sound of impatience in the back of his throat. Instead, he trailed his fingers across her collarbone and down to her breast, toying with the peak that ached for his touch. He jerked when she touched her tongue to his skin. Feeling powerful, she did it again, but it seemed his patience had run out. Pulling her up, he met her in a heated kiss that stole her breath.

She trailed her hand across his chest and down his torso, lost in the wildfire he created within her. Her fingers met the waistband of his pants.

"Lower," a rough growl against her lips.

She stilled. "W-what?"

"Your hand," Arnav watched her carefully. "Move it lower."

Swallowing against the dryness in her throat, Khushi gave a small nod. Her pulse roared in her ears as she inched her hand closer. Capturing her fingers in his, Arnav guided her until she could feel the scorch of him through his pants. He was all muscle and strength, and currently wholly in her power. He swore when she shaped him of her own accord, her hand stroking gently up and down, growing bolder by the second.

It was several minutes before he took over, demonstrating what he needed.

"It won't hurt you?"

"No," he thrust into her hand. "Babe ... please ..."

He gave her his words, telling her how she felt, what he wanted from her, what he'd do to her next. The answering dampness between her thighs had her burying herself in his chest. His movements became rougher, his breath gasping as he tightened her grip even more. Then he groaned into her hair, stiffening for several long seconds before he jerked in her hand.

"Khushi ..." he exhaled harshly. "That was ..."

He didn't protest when she quietly removed her hand from under his. Raising her head when it became clear that he wasn't going to say any more, Khushi saw that he'd closed his eyes.

"Are you asleep?"

"No," he muttered. "You've killed me."

Grinning, she gave him a playful smack before succumbing to a yawn. Arnav opened his eyes.

"We need to clean up," he hauled her out of bed after flicking on a light. "Come on."

He guided her to the bathroom, whispering a few words of advice about what she should do before and after their love-making. Heat crept into her cheeks and stayed there, intensifying when he handed her one of his night-shirts before leaving her alone.

"Wear this."

Her blush was still there when she came out, clad only in a fresh pair of panties and his shirt — tugging at its hem — but Arnav-ji didn't seem to notice as he stepped into the bathroom. She saw that he'd gathered their clothes into a pile and straightened the sheets, so busied herself by brushing out the tangles in her hair. Her blush brightened anew as she realised how ... enthusiastic ... he'd been in his pleasure.

Typical Laad Governor, wants everything his way. Should I wear pants under the shirt?

But the sensual thrill of wearing his clothes prevented her from acting on the thought, and her legs were still bare when he tumbled her into bed within seconds of re-entering the bedroom.

"Sleep," he turned out his light.

Khushi yawned into her pillow, "Don't tell me what to do."

He wore pants but no shirt, and the heat of him seeped into her as he cuddled her close. His hand crept inside the shirt to rest against her tummy. His leg slipped between her thighs.

"Shut up, Khushi."

Chapter 33

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

#1 "Khushi I love you.” (S7, E27)

#1 of 10 Hottest Looks of Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada

“Khushi I love you.” - Arnav

Aaoge jab tum oh saajna, 

Angna, phool khilenge...

Naina tere kajra re,

Nainon pe hum dil haare re

Whenever you’ll return, my beloved, flowers will bloom in my courtyard. Your eyes are lined with kohl, and I’ve lost my heart on those very eyes.  

Once again, there’s one thing about loving someone and another of your love being returned. Suddenly, nothing more matters to Khushi apart from the fact that Arnav loves her back. It’s indeed an emotional moment and Khushi is simply spectacular in red *sigh*

Alright, moving away from emotions *no I AM NOT CRYING THAT HE SAID I LOVE YOU OKAY*, I despised her middle part fringe! It did not suit her face on most occasions (it looked really gorgeous here, in their imaginary dreams, and in the episode before this where one half of the fringe is tucked behind her ears - they should’ve stuck with that). 

One day I’ll see such dreams too, 

And judge hairstyles, 

Kamlesh Khabri

- My introduction (if you don’t know what I’m doing on this blog)

Check out all the times Khushi looked hot - part 1, part 2

#2 (the next one on this list)