#sanaya & barun

[featheredclover]

Something magical ✨

(we deserve to see them again in a show at this point 🙈)

[hand-picked-star]

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

PART - 01

PART - 01 / PART - 02 / PART - 03

[chutkiandchotte]

WE'RE GETTING SOME DELICIOUS CRUMBS???

Legit news, Barun and Sanaya are going to appear in an ad together!

Its been 134400857 years since they were on screen acting together SO YES I AM VERY MUCH SEATED AND READY, SELL ME SOMETHING!

[ipkkndlovescenes]

Arshi Poolside Moment #3

Touch&Feel {Epi- 29}

“If I could touch anything in the world right now, it would be your heart. I want to take that piece of you and keep it with me.”― Jessica Verday,

>>>>>>x<<<<<<

A wound, just a cut, a scratch, all he had, but the depth of this wound was more profound than ever. They say that family provides peace and love. But sometimes, this is the greatest lie; family is not succour for many reasons. For some of us, it is the secret wound. Sooner or later, we pay for the wounds of our ancestors, and Arnav was standing in his life at that point. 

Did he never get such small cuts and wounds?

Then suddenly, what happened that this scar was so special to him that he didn't even let Anjali dress it? He walked into his sanctuary, next to the pool, with a first aid box.

All he cared about was just this wound. His eyes never let that wound go away for a second. Why? Because it carried her part with it. It happened with the bangles he broke, hurting her and himself as well. There was this touch and feel attached to it, along with many things he was feeling right now. Regret, guilt, worries, and much much more. Among these feelings, he hurt someone who was beating in his heart.

A man in love who was feeling this pain towards his lover. He has hurt Khushi...That was all in the back of his head.

Standing at the window, his feet were refusing to move, his eyes refusing to let her go out of sight. Those memories were pinching him right now.

This was a feeling he had never known before or felt before. Oh, he hated this, but he was enslaved to it. He was a man who had to be in control all of his life, especially in such matters. Not a single girl mattered to him. There was no such thing as love in this world. 

But this wound, this cut, this scratch on his hand, was rushing in his veins like blood with these unbearable memories.

He Caressed her tears with his hands, removed her strands, and cleared every damn thing to clear his view of her, but her pain touched his heart and made him feel what he denied to feel. He was feeling it now; he closed his fist, remembering that touch, that feeling, and his eyes moved along, showing us clearly how deep this wound had reached this time.

The background was covered with hues of blues, and the shimmering water of a pool with a simmering light reflected all sorts of emotions in this man. A melodic portrayal of falling in love with a girl who was nobody to him and now was touching his heart with every beat. It was reminding him only of her... 

The entrancing background music added this lyrical prose to the eyes without a single word, The room was grey and black, reflecting his state of mind, and he had a red wound on his palm. A man was feeling the touch of the one he was caressing in it. He was completely lost in this touch that he never ever thought he would feel or even care about.

He wanted to rewind it, he wanted to make things right. He wanted that control back. With these unknown touched feelings, he sank into his bed. The thing that caught my eyes was his fist was secured, holding onto; he wanted to hold onto these like sacred things he had in his life.

His eyes returned to that wound, a touch, a feeling that would never go away.

Did he caress these wounds before like he was doing now? Absolutely not. Kyuon dard hai itna there ishq main? Why there is s much pain in this love? 

Was he feeling pain as well as what he gave her? Yes, whatever you feel, I feel as our heartbeats become one...if you've been wounded, so have I.

He lifted his hand slowly, brought it closer to his face, and gently touched his wound. almost caressing it the way he'd caressed her before, he had left her with this wound as well. His blood dried, but her oozing blood from that wound was still oozing and extracting every pain out of him at the moment.

His eyes raised with every memory he had of her. His fingers were still in the touch of the wound, like his fingers were touching her face. An etched memory that will make him up many nights from now on. A clear touch of a man to feel love in the palm of his hand as a beat to his heart. Left hand, a wound to his heart, a beat in his veins, he could hear it, and she could hear it as well...

The guilt was piling up all the harsh things and the words he ever did and uttered. She was shadowing his mind and heart. His heart was craving the closeness he felt every time he was so close to her. That first look of her in red saree halted him from meeting him with her heartbeat to holding her in the rain. Those yearning desires could now take shape as he was standing there, ambushed by all.

But at this moment, he had no idea it was that feeling that had trapped him completely; her thoughts just plagued his core, and all he wanted to do was just to forget her and all this nonsense. He got frustrated, slammed his wardrobe door, and waited to compose himself.

But

It was too late, he wanted to know about her, wanted to see her doing fine, wanted to hear her, touch her, feel her right next to him...

"How can I see your open wounds. And without really thinking, I just chalked it up to another strange feeling about you: I never realized how much you got hurt in return.” ~Faiqa~

On the other side, Khushi dreamed of Arnav gently brushing hair from her face and woke up with a "No!"

She will realize this feeling later, the true reason for her feeling him near her this close. "That hamesha " Telepathy will come later, but it was budding here...Whenever Arnav became distressed, she could feel him closer to her; the same went by with him too. They both could feel each other's presence in their hearts.

She was shocked, confused, and a bit scared. How could it be? No, he is Rakhshus, a stubborn rich man who cared nothing but himself. He was the reason for their conditions, her and her sister's. He was the one who sent her to that place, then how come he brought me home with such care and safety. How come I can feel his touch, his caressing, his wound? Yes, he was hurt too...? How?

She could gather her memories of how she was closing her eyes and was about to faint when he was holding her tightly. How on earth she could feel him caressing her so lovingly...until her eyes landed on her wound and reminded him of his cruelty. 

But this contradicted what her sister was telling her or what she was feeling at the moment. 

There was a denial in both of them. When Payal asked Khushi, did he do anything? She said no instantly, like she knew he could be anything but such a person. Her imagining him removing her hair in her unconscious state was disturbing her. Why was she dreaming or sensing such a thing or even dreaming h about him? Her thought process is normal, it can't be real. But there was a connection, a destined one shown here. While Arnav knew it, he was feeling it for a while, he was getting under the cloud that she was affecting him darn so much that now unconsciously, he talks about her, thinks about her, worries about her...

 But his denial was visible too.

“Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.”

 Each of us wages a private battle to thrive. Whenever a person fully immerses oneself in life’s aromatic flower garden of pleasures and encounters life’s warship of armour-plated rigours, they blend and bend to make reasonable accommodations for surviving. But here he was, having a hard time blending with these feelings. His resistance was very much visible when he was regaining control in front of his di, and she was doing that the same in front of her Jiji...

But both awakened to a life that wasn't theirs...

A deep wound was open and etched in their hearts with many questions, feelings, and emotions, and both could not decipher it. It was love, but they had no name for it at the moment...

What should I name this love?

[arshisrabbaves]

IPKKND MEMES

Anything for Pasandida Aurat 🥰🫶

Classic ASR 😭

Jalebi and Bluetooth Raizada 😌

Oh Khushi ☹️

The way he would actually say this-

[heyyshonaaa]

mangalsutra #1 arshi fan in the house !!!

[arshifiesta]

IPK 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta June 2024 Repository of works:

*SUBMISSIONS ARE STILL OPEN*

Our introductory tease!

Our Anniversary post - Colours/Stages of Love

Search #moodboard on our blog to find all the moodboards

and #word prompt to find exactly that!

Steps to post correctly

Countdown posts from hand-picked-star :

10 days to go

9 days to go

8 days to go

7 days to go

6 days to go

5 days to go

4 days to go

3 days to go

2 days to go

1 day to go

featheredclover's anniversary post

msbhagirathi's incorrect quotes and this

msbhagirathi's word prompt submissions: Moon-struck; Collywobbles

phuljari's Historical AU! x Arshi moodboard submission

hand-picked-star's Historical AU! x Arshi moodboard submission:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

featheredclover's word prompt submissions: Moon-struck; Collywobbles; Redamancy; Baiseman and Orphic:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

featheredclover's Carmine Veils (Historical AU! moodboard submission):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

phuljari's social media au for word prompt submissions:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

arshiradio's video submission

jalebi-weds-bluetooth's Saheb, Bibi aur Ghulam (Historical AU! moodboard submission):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Monta Re

Chapter 3

titaliya's word prompt submission: Reverie

sankiraizada's word prompt submission: Jouska, Shab-e-intizar

msbhagirathi's a tribute to ARRTI:

Part 1

featheredclover's September Rain (Childhood Friends AU! x Arshi moodboard submission)

Prologue

[arshisrabbave]

Respectfully 😮‍💨🤌

[chotebabua]

HUSBAND

[zfyn]

[phuljari]

i am hers and she is mine

or arshi wedding parallels

[hand-picked-star]

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

PART - 03

PART - 01 / PART - 02 / PART - 03

[myfanficfrenzy]

Arshi FF : A River Runs Through It

Author : Meera

Status : Completed and available on Meera’s blog

Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff

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

My two cents :

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

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

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

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

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

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

- I

[yxxxxxx1]

Every time I watch Ipkknd , I skip the part of the episode where Arnav sees Shyam hugging Kushi 💔

[arshisrabbaves]

Arnav: Happy Birthday Khushi!

*No response*

Arnav: Khushi! Happy Birthday

Khushi: Thanks Arnav ji! But I don’t feel happy today, I feel dead from inside

*Takes her to the graveyard with Cake and Candles*

[heyyshonaaa]

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