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will never understand kids who yell at their parents because they bought them iphone 11 and not iphone 14.
because mai nokia ka keypad chala rahi hu.
like some of yall had unconditional love and support from your parents who never made you feel as if you didnt deserve anything and it shows.
kyuki mere ghar pe toh har ek cheez conditional h. marks acche nahi aaye toh bahar se accha khana deserve ni karte, naye kapde deserve ni karte, doston se baat karna deserve ni karte, abey aur toh aur "tution nahi bhejenge kyuki tum education ke layak hii nahi ho" (which is what i get to hear after asking to join a tution for the first time in my life in 11th grade).
like kabhi kabar lagta h ki aisi hii zindagi honi thi toh kyu 1st se 8th tak jee jaan lagake mehnat karke hamesha full marks laayi mai? uski appreciation kabhi di nahi, vo ab ho nahi raha toh sunne ko bhot milta h. saala uss time ye sab chodhke thoda jee hii liya hota, atleast life ka ek part toh khushi se nikalta. ab lag raha h 16 saal ki zindagi toh barbad hii kardi maine. uss time ki mehnat ab matter ni karti, par ab mehnat ho nahi rahi h.
it just...gets unbearable to watch other people living their life after a while ya know? like you look at people who are going out, having fun with their friends, doing what they love, having good relationships with their family, and just, like their problems are so much different? they may not have their life together either, but you envy them because you don't have the privilege to do the same as them, because you know you're the one to blame for the subjects you chose, the life you chose. you see them actually living, and realise that youre still stuck in a loop, waiting for your life to begin, as you have for as long as you have been alive.
a couple days back one of my friends adopted a dog and i had a breakdown over it because....ye toh mai bhi deserve karti hu na yaar. mujhe kab milega ye? kabhi milega bhi? abhi tak toh nahi mila. aur ab toh milne ke chances bhi itne kam hain kyuki dena mujhe JEE h.
you can't help but feel hopeless.
pehle lagta tha jab kuch bhi sahi nahi tha ki....koi nahi, atleast academics ho raha h. atleast acche dost hain ab bhi. atleast ek acche future ka prospect h.
and then you lose it all. nothing to comfort you. nothing to make you feel as if atleast one thing in your life is going right, because it isn't. because your life is just one huge black hole now sucking away your happiness, your sense of identity. mujhe khud nahi pata mai kon hu. ab toh dost bhi chutne lage hain.
like, outwardly yes ill work hard and get out of this, but what then? people say "it's just 2 years uske baad sab bhot easy hoga" but what they don't understand is that it's not just 2 years. ive worked hard my entire life, and im sick of the constant guilt, constant expectations, constant pressure. i dont know if i have it in myself to hold on for 2 years more.
fir agar tumhare coping mechanisms maladaptive daydreaming and internet addiction h then toh hogya bas tumhara.
i could go on for a millennia with this rant. abhi toh family trauma bhi touch nahi kiya h. but then that will just be another proof of "yes, here's another thing going wrong in your life"
like, i have to remind myself each day that i dont have anything to be shameful about, i dont have anything that i dont deserve. love shouldnt be conditional. support shouldnt be conditional. especially if love and support are from your family and if they are based on a handful of figures.
like if at this point if i go and start doing drugs and alcohol to get some relief then can my parents blame me? but i cant do that, because guilt!
when will this end? i just wanna sleep.
par sone ke liye 5 min shanti se letna padta h and mai apne khudke thoughts tolerate kar paane ki ability kho chuki hu.
#desi girl#desiblr#desi#desi problems#brown girl problems#desi academia#desi girl problems#desi rant#indian parents#iit jee
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dekh, main naa sacch bolungi
i don't mean any hate okay? i don't want to hate i don't mean any hate, anon bhi band kiya hai dekh
jis din you stop being all "mujhse koi pyaar nahi karta" uss din sab pyaar karne lagenge. i don't know tu kitna serious hai with the whole "no one loves me" thing yaa tu aise hi daalta hai jaise zyada tar log karte hai, but tu hai amazing. mujhe toh tujhme aisa kuch nahi dikhta jis se tu akela marega
mai ek point pe thi aise, mujhse puri duniya nafrat karti hai, koi milega nahi and all that. phir ek din mujhe chamka ki duniya karegi nafrat, mujhe apni zindagi jeeni hai. koi mile naa mile, zindagi meri hai. mere liye hai. zinda apne liye hoon. duniya gayi tel lene.
tabse bohot khush hoon. tu bhi karke dekh le, shayad tu bhi khush ho jayega.
once again, no hate.
Sabse pehle baat, isme aisa kuch to nahi tha ki i feel anything hateful.....
And. Tbh when I say ki no one loves me, its not always about a relationship or lover, i mean it as general, i see people interact with each other, send each other sweet asks, jo mere saath nahi hota, isiliye i just feel ki people dont like me much. And ig I've also gotten used to it. Isiliye i mostly just keep saying random shit here and don't interact with others so much
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A happy housewife (homemaker).... Yes aapne sahi padha. This is what I am now. Aur ye mujhe ab, yaani shaadi ke 1.9 years ke baad realise hua. Vaise, to be frank, ghar ke bado ne decide ye kia tha ki main shaadi ke baad job nahi kar sakti. Lekin ab me sochti hu, ki job karni hi kyu hai. According to me, as a girl, there are two reasons for doing a job... Ya to paisa ya to respect. Lekin jab yehi do cheezein mujhe apne comfort zone me ghar baithe mil rahi hai toh what is the point of exhausting myself after a job or money.
Now you must be thinking ki someone like me, jisne hamesha apni studies pe focus kia hai, apni sisters aur friends ko independent banne ki, job karne ki advice di hai, vo aisi baatein kar rahi h.. ki padho aur housewife ban jao. Pakka dimaag kharab ho gya hoga.. But wait..wait... wait...
I am absolutely fit and fine.😃
Even now, I am not saying ki mat padho, ya mat independent bano. Nah.. this is not my thing. Ofcourse a girl should study to the farthest point jitna vo padhna chaahti hai aur jitna uski kismat allow karti hai, har ladki ko independent hona chaiye taaki vo society me respect ke saath reh sake. And specially in this kalyug vala scenario, jisme har dusra aadmi aurat ko apne se kam samajhta hai. Ye sab hum apne gharon me (exceptions are always there) notice karte h. I believe a girl should always be self- sufficient enough ki apne chhote chhote kaam...jaise bank account khulwana, online fee pay karna, public transport me travel karna etc. (a long list to go) khud kar sake.
Coming back, i was saying ki I am a happy homemaker.. yes... i did my best. Jitna mujhse ho sakta tha maine kiya. Jitna apni limits me rehkar me explore kar skti thi maine kia (praising myself a bit). In terms of education, i am proud to say ki apni bachelor's, masters sab acche se ki with an impressive grade. Uske baad, with my dedication I cleared JRF- NET as well as GATE with good ranks (top 50), sacchi, i am not lying.. I can even show you my score card (DM me ☺️). Itne hardwork ke baad, what I expected from my life was that I will live a life full of sukooooon. But lol, couldn't find that sukoon, not in being an online tutor (resigned from private company), not in offline tutoring ( quit tuitions conducted at my home), not in PhD (mostly logo ko lagta h ki maine shaadi ki vajah se chhodi). Is that something too much I expected from my life???
After 24.9 years of my student life, mere lucky stars aur parents ne decide kia ki I should get married. At that time, I was so stressed from my professional life ki mujhe apni life me ek major change chaiye tha, and I said yes for the marriage. And I think that 24-26 is an ideal age (after that wrinkles start appearing) for girls to get married.
And now...it's me jo keh rahi hai ki I am a happy homemaker. I believe that life me sabse jyada important hai ki hum khud apni life se kitna satisfied hai.. I know kuch soch rahe h ki me paagal hu, mujhe akal nai hai, maine apni padhai apna career chhod dia aur shaadi kar li.
Lekin sirf mujhe pata hai ki maine apne career k liye kitni mehnat ki hai, aur shayad jo mujhse close hai unhe pata hai. But I know... ki kismat se jyada aur waqt se pehle kisi ko kuch nahi milta. Toh me kyu apni lakeeron se ladu, insaan se to hum lad skte hai par apne khuda se nai lad skte.
Log kya kahege, career, job, money, in sabse upar kuch hai mere liye, aur vo hai mera sukoon. Ab jab apne pati ka haath pakad kar me raat ko soti hu na (getting a little personal), toh i just have one thing in mind... Thank you God .. I love my life..
Is there any career that can give me itna sukoon? May be there is.. but this is not the perfect time for me. So let me enjoy this phase of my real life happily and my god will decide what's the best for me.
Have a lot more to say.. but I will end up by saying....
My life is not perfect, but I am grateful.
Stay in touch ☺️. Stay happy.
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Vaise toh mai kabhi kahi jati nahi hu par b ne kaha toh maine socha chalo bor toh ho hi rahe h ghum kar aate h vaha kuch random floor dance chal raha tha.
B ko kisi se milna tha toh maine kaha mai yahi side mai wait karti hu tum jao.
Maine high waist jeans n top phena hua tha n balo mai clature lagaya tha.
Itne mai A vaha par aaye n he said "excuse me".
Maine unki taraf strangely dekha.
Then he said "do you have any dance partner?"
Maine sirf gardan hilai.
"Can you be mine?"
Lol
He said, "Can you come with me as my dance partner?"
I said, "yes". Slowly.
We both get on to the dance floor.
Now the time comes to hold your dance partner hand.
He offer his hand I hold his hand softly.
When we awkwarly hold each other hands
I smiled and look at him. He also smile to ears.
Then i asked your name?
A: Yeah, I am A.
Me: I am Aayushi.
Nice.
Then it's to start dancing
I was kind of nervous n he support me well.
Me: Actually, I am very good in this.
A: It's ok, you can improve.
I smile.
Finally, dance is over.
Now, we start talking about where we live what we do.
He also works in company not so far by my office.
We exchange number and greet to meet again next day at the same time.
He said can i drop you I said i can manage.
And we left.
Again next day when we meet.
We talk about our hobbies and interests. He is so much interested and eager to know about me.
So, more than 1 hour I let him know all the things that I have done until now.
Now his turn.
He says a lot about how him. One thing i really liked about him is that he has so many dreams to live with. He tells me deeply about his ambitions and one thing that is common between both of us is that we both are not ready to settle for less and wanted to serve for humanity. Also, after sometime when we got to know each other more better we conclude that both have unanimous thinking about money.
That it is only important for living and we both can be happy without it also.
He appreciated my efforts.
Give me compliment like tumhara toh sahi h sab tum toh perfect kar leti ho. And start teasing me alot.
I handle his tease with all my love. And he used to say me that never talk with any other like the way you talk to me. I also love to give all that I have with all my love. He also love my service things.
Cleaning Food Massage and he also used to talk less. But he likes my being. And loves to stare me like an infant used to stare at his mother. And also comes closure to me whenever he gets a chance.
Vo ek saal mai bahut pagalpanti kiya.
Saare pagalpan jo bacha rakha tha usse ek saal mai kiya.
Vo bina bataye din raat mai kabhi bhi bas unko mere saath rehna h.
Ek durse ko sunnte h aur saath mai bahut haste h.
The way we sees in each other eyes like a small kid watching stars for the first time.
The way he touches me feel his strong hands feel like having a soft feather touches me.
Unke aane par mujhe yeh pata chala zindagi mai pyar kitna important h.
Pyaar bahut important h life spend karne ke liye.
I know I got fucked when his voice makes me turn on.
When I first met and after spending some time I am definately sure that he is the good human being.
He respects womens.
Our relationship starts with having mutual respect for each other.
And that is the only reason I wanted to move ahead with him.
He listens to me and loves my intellectual skills.
Kyuki mujhe hamesha se hi apne partner mai yeh chahiye tha ki Meri respect bale hi na kare
Par uss ladki ki respect kare jo apna sab kuch choodh kar aayi h
Uss ladki ki jo tumhare bache ko janam dene ke liye apni jaan par khel gayi.
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Mera name sajid hay or main 18 year ka hn. mujhey gand marwany ka junoon hay…yai pehly shoq tha par ab junoon ban chuka hay aur is shoq ko junoon banany main jis hasti ka hath hay woh koi aur nahi mera apna saga bap hay.log heran to hon gay par jo sach hay woh sach hay…Main nay first time gand 18 saal ki umer main apny papa say hi marwai thi aur ajj tak marwata hon.main shaklan koi gora chitta or khobsorat chikna larka hu. meri body slim hay,par school main bary larkay jo gandi sex ki batain karty tu lund aur gand k bare main pata waisy hi chal jata hay.mery ghar main sirf maa,papa aur main hoty hain.Mery Papa 45 saal k hain. main apny papa say bohat darta hun magar hamari ziada bat ya samna nahi hota hai. maa ko yahi shikwa rehta..Kher ik din meri maa nay mujhe samjhaya k beta apny papa say bat kia karo aur un ko bataya karo k parhai kaisi ho rahi hay? aur yahi bat papa say kahi k ik hi beta haytawajo dia karin.papa dukan say sham ko wapis aty thy aur aty hi fresh ho kar tv dekhny beth jaty thy…maa chae lay ati aur hum sab chae peety…..main wahin beth kar home work karta(parhai main theek tha)…
Ek din darwazy pay dastak hoi ,main nay darwaza khola tu papa they.main nay salam kia un hon nay jawab dia aur maa say mil kar woh room main chaly gay.main apna beg leny apny room main gaya tu mujhy beg nahi mila,yad aya k school say aty hi main maa ki kamre main gaya tha tu wahin chor dia tha…main beg lene papa ke room main chala gaya…papa us waqat bathroom main they aur nahany ki awaz arahi thi…pata nahi ik dam mery demagh main kia shetan aya k main ahista ahista bathroom k pass gaya,papa kabhi door ko kundi nahi lagaty thy.main nay halka sa darwaza khiskaya tu woh agey ho gaya…papa pata nahi kis dhun main naha rahy thy un ka jisam mazboot thaor athletic tha,nahaty hoy woh sabin rakhny k liay mury tu un ka jisam samny say nazar aya aur un ka loda jo k betha hoa tha par bethay hony k bawajood kafi mota lag raha tha…yahi woh waqat tha jab mery demagh main woh manzar beth hi gaya…..main aur khara hota par maa nay awaz di k beta kahan gay beg lay kar aao parhny betho…main jaldi say wapis palta aur aa kar tv waly kamry main beth gaya…papa aay aur sofy pay beth kar chae peeny lagy aur maa say batain karny lagy.main kam karta raha aur dil hi dil main papa k lode ko sochta raha…
Dosry din jab papa aay tu fresh hony k baad jab sofay pay aa kar bethy tu mujh say ik dam poocha k Sajid! tumhari parhai kaisi ja rahi hain? main nay bataya papa theek ja rahi hay, woh bolay acha acha.parho..Maa chae lay aai tu woh peeny lagy aur batain karty karty batany lagy k yaar ajj bohat thak gaya dukan pay bara rush tha…khary khary tangain dukh rahi hain….main kam kar raha tha,ik dam maa boli Beta! zara apny baap k paon daba de…main sab kam chor kar foren hi papa k pass ho kar betha aur un k paon pakar kar halky halky dabany laga..Papa waqai main thaky hoy thy,un k mun say halki halki awaz any lagi…main un ka paon aur takhny bhi dabany laga.thori der baad papa bolay,bus beta! jao kam karo…main wapis apna test karny laga…nus raat mujhy ik khayal aya..us khayal ko sochty sochty main so gaya….
Dosri sham jab papa aay tu main bagair kahy hi un k paon dabany laga…papa bohat kush hoy aur maa tu kush thi hi thi k chalo is bahany baap beta thora kareeb ajain gay.main paon dabaty dabaty uper ko bhi chala gaya..mery papa jeanz ki pantaur shirt pehnty hain hamesha,…dukan say any k bad woh ik trouser main hoty thy ya kabhi kabhar shalwar pehen lety thy.us din bhi woh trouser main thy….main nay jab tangain dabana shurro kin tu un ko sakoon mila aur un hon nay apni legs ko aghy ki taraf pehla lia…main tu yahi chata tha…ahista ahista dabaty dabaty main uper raanon tak chala gaya…papa eyes band kiay sofay say sar ko tika kar bethy hoy thy…main aram aram say un ki tangain daba raha tha aur ahista ahista unki ranon tak agaya tha…mera dil zor zor say dharak raha tha,dil chah raha tha k kisi tarha papa k lode ko hath touch karu par dar k mary paseeny bhi bah rahy thy k papa nay pakar lia tu aisi maar pary gi k nani yaad aa jaye gi
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immj2 04.12.20 lb
dadi is totes eskited, jaise pehli baar shaadi ho rahi ho. shipper ho toh aisi!!!!
lmao iskiiiii utaavli toh dekho. didn’t need to be told twice. not even a momenttttt of jhijakkkk he had. varmaalas hote toh kachchue ki taraah mundiii aage karta.
yeh aage itna parking space kyun choda hua hai????
lol this unnecessary chacha is back for what joy???? he wasn’t here when vansh “died”, he’s here for this total random ceremony???
lmaooooo all of their faces are so tortured. ki ek baar hi iss shaadi se humara band bajaa hua hai, ab toh doosri baar bhi ho gayi.
solemn sorry to vansh. ki i have to do this to save the family.
meanwhile jisse sorry maang rahi hai, he’s hassi-khushi lootofying mazze of wedding # 2.
he needs to fucking stop looking at her like this, like she is the reason the sun rises.
dadi going hardcore on this ki yeh waali tootni nahi chahiye ok, chaahe duniya idhar ki udhar ho jaaye. this ends only when riddhima dies (because sadaa suhaagan, etc. 🤮🤮🤮)
happy affirmative nods from this one. lol he’s genuinely so psyched to have scored his own wife again. cute!!!!!!!
ishani is like bhakkkkkkkkkkkk, saara mood kharaab kar diya. poor thing,
and lol angre went trotting behind her immediately.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ISKA CHEHRA DEKHO LMAO.
this bitch tooooooooooooo soft for his wife. I LOVE IT.
warning glares to everyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyone as he takes her.
LMAO HER PETTY ASS COULDN’T HELP BUT RUBBBBBBBBBBBBB IT INTO KABIR’S FACE.
V on the outside:
V on the inside:
blah blah how could you let this behroopiya put sindoor in your maang, i��ll find out the truth and then badnaaam youuuuu, just waitttt. abbe jaaaaa na.
wow. champion scrabble player kabir must be.
abbe duffer scrabble mein checkmate nahi hota. i overestimated your intelligence.
also how the fuck he instantlyyyyyyyyyyyyy make vihaan’s name correctly????? like, there’s 6 letters and if you do permutations, 6!/2!=360. THERE’S 360 WAYS YOU COULD ARRANGE THOSE LETTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
idhar this one is babbling about what happened today was just part of contract, main sirffffffff tumhaari hoon vanshhhhhh.
this one deciding to toy with her emotions a little by doing the vansh voice. not cool, my man. she looks genuinely devastated.
grief gives way to anger.
lmaooooooooo she’s saying take my vansh’s clothes off and ripping them off him.
i would do the same, sis. NIKAAALO KAPDEEEEE (but in a sexyyyyy way.)
passionate defense of mera vansh aisa tha, mera vansh waisa tha, tum mere vansh jaise kabhi nahi ho sakte, blah blah blah. behen, speech dene se fursat mile toh dekho ki tumhara vansh is looking at you like he wants to take you up against that fuglyass wall right this second. mandbuddhi aurattttttttttttttttttttt.
trying to tamp down his horny by saying all this love you have for vansh seems fake af. website doesn’t seem credible it seems, lol. riddhima forgot to update her security certificates.
i can’t stop lmao whenever he calls her Dollar Biwi.
who dis watching from outside now??????
pushing and prodding and poking (saying the truth only, ki kahin aise he khel OG pati ke saath bhi nahi khele the???) aaaaaand.......
“thappad se darr lagta hai sahiba.......”
“............lekin pyaar se nahi lagta!”
lmao who knew he was so filmy!!!!!
“toh agli baar, sirf pyaaaar, pyaaar.........”
“...... and only pyaar!”
he cute and all but asking for a good kick in the crotch rn.
“laaton ka bhoot nahi hoon main; pyaar se baat karogi toh baaton se maan jaunga.”
HE NEEDS TO STOP NUZZLING INTO HER HAIR THAT WAY!!!!!!
ALSO BRO IF YOU JUST TELL HER WHO YOU ARE, YOU’D BE GETTING SO MUCH NOOKIE TONIGHT. STUPID MASOCHISTIC FUCK.
i hate this stupid “ladki ka gussa is so hot” bs. i hate it so much.
finally she gave it to him nicely. idk wtf she was waiting for this long. main hoti toh kab ka miss congeniality waala S-I-N-G method deploy karti.
he’s really working on riddhima and my lassssssst nerve.
speaking of fuckers paaofying bhangra on women’s lasttttt nerve.............. all you men in this house are really asking to be fucking stabbed in the eye today, aren’t ya.
scrabble champion kahinnnnnn bhi shuru ho jaata hai haan?
maybe all this badla and mission is just a sad way to distract himself from the fact that he has noone in his life to play scrabble with. that’s literally all he wants. vansh could end this whole thing by just devoting one hour a day to him.
riddhima playing dumb. not that it takes khaas effort for her...........
anyway challenge challenge challenge between the two. idc.
15 min and kabir will have proof he’s saying. yeah right. popat banne waala hai tera.
running in to warn V, and................
V’s face whenever kabir talks to him:
kabir ka toh pata hai, but why is dadi sooooooooo eager and happy to hear this story about how vansh almost fucking died????
lol V tells the whole story (that AP had cooked up that day about the ghar mein gunday and all.......) and kabir’s reaction......
“beautiful!!!!!!!!!”
V is this close to beating the teeth outta K’s mouth lmao.
mishra’s sent the proof aaaaaaaaand....................
lmaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
askdjlsakjdlaskjdlaskjldkjaslkjdalsklkjas i hate him lolololololololol
a narrow win for our team!
“kya hua kabir? tumhare chehre se toh aisa lag raha hai jaise haath mein aate aate koi bohut badi daulat haath se nikal gayi!” HE’S SUCH A PETTY BASTARD LMAO
mrs. petty bastard has some extra salt to rub in. premium grade pink himalayan salt.
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. container house ke itttu se gadde ko bye bye, hello again to my king size mattress!
ofc they’ll fight about contract, sanskaar, blah blah idc i’m just here for what i know is coming up .
there it isssssssssssssss.
MANS GOTTA STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE THIS.
“main gentleman hoon. kisi bhi ladki, khaas kar meri Dollar Biwi ko taqleef nahi de sakta.”
i’m so sickkkkk of himmmmmmmmmm.
badiiiiiii jaldi maan gayi riddhima??????? don’t blame her tho.
IF THAT “BETA MANN MEIN LADDOOOOO PHOOOOOTA” CADBURY AD WAS MADE IN 2020.
lo ji naagin 5 mein vani ne pardaa utaar diya toh idhar inko gift kar diya.
standard “tumhaari neeyat bigad gayi, toh bhi main uss side nahi aane waala” dialogue.
UGH I AM SUCH A SUCKER FOR THIS BS.
he’s like achcha mujhe le toh aayi, but karna kya hai exactly??????
vansh ne property dadi ke naam kii thi. it’ll be transferred back to vansh, and i want you to write it all on my name.
great. he’s gonna think she’s a golddigger now. re devaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. kab milegi muktiiiiiii riddhima mujh ko innn tuchche misunderstandings se?????
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ArShi Dialogue Fic #1: Somethings Khushi Missed Out on the “I Married You ‘Cause You’re a Threat to my Sister’s Marriage” Conversation
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Arnav: What do you think, if you told me your truth that night then I would’ve believed you without a doubt?
Khushi: If you asked me this that night, then yes. Because I have blind faith in you. But it seems like you don’t want to believe me...
Arnav: I’m not blind! I saw you and... on the terrace... I can never forget that.
Khushi: You were there?
Arnav: Yes. And I heard everything.
Khushi: Then how did you misunderstand me?
Arnav: Misunderstand? So you didn’t ask him him to break his marriage,
Khushi: What are you say- Hey Devi Maiyya... you were there when he-
Arnav: When you-
Khushi: Forced himself on me.
Arnav: Really? Now you’ll say you didn’t ask him to leave Di.
Khushi: No, of course I asked him to leave Di!
Arnav: For you.
Khushi: I never said that.
Arnav: I was there!
Khushi: Then repeat what I said that night, repeat what you heard.
Arnav: I... can’t.
Khushi: Fine, I’ll say. I said that if he loved me, then he should leave his wife.
Arnav: I can’t believe you.
Khushi: It’s the only way Di would escape his clutches. She would not break her marriage unless he broke it first. She believes him, blindly. She is a woman who cried when her mangalsutra broke, what do you think, she’ll believe me when I tell her that her devoted husband does not love her? He is cheating her? And that man will accept the truth in front of everyone? He won’t try to manipulate it?
Arnav: ...
Khushi: And forget me, didn’t you even think that why was he with Di if he claimed to love someone else? What does he want from her?
Arnav: ...
Khushi: You’re not the only one who remembers that night. I can’t forget it, no matter how hard I try. His touch, his words... it burns like acid to me. It’s the most disgusting moment of my life.
Arnav: If it was so bad, why didn’t you tell anyone else?
Khushi: Why didn’t you tell anyone else?
Arnav: ...
Khushi: And I just now told you everything. You’re my husband, but you don’t believe me. So why would your family believe me? But... they would’ve believed you. Yet you’ve told them nothing. Why?
Arnav: ...
Khushi: And after I got to know Di was pregnant... I couldn’t. I thought having a child would change him but... I am sorry. I am so sorry for hiding the truth. I thought I could prevent either of you from getting hurt, I thought he would change.
Arnav: Don’t behave like you don’t love him. I will not let you hurt my sister-
Khushi: Aren’t you listening? I wanted to protect her from the truth! And love... wait, why do you keep harping on the idea that I love him? When did I say that?
Arnav: You didn’t have to. It was evident.
Khushi: How?
Arnav: On the terrace-
Khushi: No, I know what I said, and I never told him anything that you’re accusing me of!
Arnav: Please, Shyam told me-
Khushi: -you spoke to him?
Arnav: Why? Afraid that your truth came out?
Khushi: He told you something and you believed him?
Arnav: I don’t believe him.
Khushi: Then how come you think that I love him and not...
Arnav: ...
Khushi: If you were there on the terrace, you would’ve seen that he is a disgusting man. He’s the one who’s behind me, not me.
Arnav: I said I don’t believe him. I only went by what I saw.
Khushi: Oh, so you must have tried to find out the truth? Tried to dig out when, where, how he met me? You must have asked me, to know the whole story? But wait, I don’t remember you asking me!
Arnav: I didn’t need to.
Khushi: No, you needed to. Because what you speak reeks of Shyam Manohar Jha.
Arnav: You know him well.
Khushi: Because if there’s anyone in this world who is convinced I love that man, it’s Shyam Manohar Jha. But the truth couldn’t be farther away from it.
Arnav: ...
Khushi: You know, I don’t regret that you misunderstood me, I am disappointed that you both think alike. No matter how many times I state that I hate that man - you both believe that I only love him, that I can hurt Di, that I am that kind of a woman.
Arnav: I have seen the proof.
Khushi: Proof?
Arnav: His love letter, to you, in this house.
Khushi: His love letter. He used to live here-
Arnav: Don’t start again-
Khushi: I don’t get it, how do his feelings confirm mine? Bua ji got me engaged because he liked me. You believe this because you know his feelings. What about me? I never loved him, I couldn’t! Because I...
Arnav: Don’t lie Khushi.
Khushi: I’m not lying. I have never lied. But now I see the problem. I thought you misunderstood me because you couldn’t see that truth, but I think you don’t want to see truth.
Arnav: ...
Khushi: I’m saying this for the last time. I never liked him, irrespective of his marital status. That night, he forced himself on me. He wanted me to become his second wife. I’ve never felt more dirty in my life.
Arnav: ...
Khushi: And that night I went to the terrace because I thought...
Arnav: You thought...
Khushi: I thought you had called me.
Arnav: I... I don’t believe it.
Khushi: How do I make you believe in me?
Arnav: Why? Why do you want me to believe in you? How does it matter to you?
Khushi: Why? It matters because it’s about you. I don’t care about anyone else.
Arnav: Why?
Khushi: Because... don’t you understand?
Arnav: ...
Khushi: ...
They are interrupted by a phone call, it’s the family, asking them to come home. Arnav chooses this moment to break the conversation and Khushi is exhausted. They’re both in turmoil.
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Thank you for reading this super long fic!!! I might be a little more angsty than usual because I might have watched this scene quite a few times and thought that why the hell doesn’t Khushi address the terrace scene!
Much love,
S
Read below for the Hindi dialogues!
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Hindi Version
Arnav: Tumhe kya lagta hai, agar tum uss raat mujhe bata deti toh kya main aankhein band karke tumpe vishwaas kar leta?
Khushi: Agar aapne yehi sawaal uss raat ki hoti, toh haan. Kyunki hume …aap par poora vishwaas hai. Par aap ki baaton se lagta hai ke aap humpe vishwaas nahi karna chahte.
Arnav: I’m not blind! Maine dekha tha, tume aur… terrace pe... chapp gaya hai voh pal mere dimaag main.
Khushi: Aap the?
Arnav: Haan. Aur maine sab suna.
Khushi: Toh yeh ghalat femi?
Arnav: Ghalat femi? Toh tumne usse nahi kaha ki woh apna shadi tod de?
Khushi: Yeh aap kya keh- Hey Devi Maiyya - aap the jab unhone-
Arnav: Jab tumne-
Khushi: -zabardasti ki.
Arnav: Really? Ab tum kahogi ki tumne kaha hi nahi ki woh Di woh chor de.
Khushi: Haan, humne unse kaha ki woh Di ko chor de.
Arnav: Tumhare liye.
Khushi: Humne yeh nahi kaha.
Arnav: Main tha waha!
Khushi: Toh phir voh dohrarye jo humne uss raat kaha, jo aapne suna.
Arnav: Main… nahi keh sakta.
Khushi: Theek hai, hum keh dete hai. Humne kaha ki agar woh humse pyaar karte hai, toh usse Di ko chorna chahiye.
Arnav: I can’t believe you.
Khushi: Yehi ek lauta rasta hai Di ko unse door bhejne ke liye. Woh khud apni shadi kabhi nahi todti. Unhe uss aadmi pe poor bharosa hai. Woh toh ro pari jab uski mangalsutra toot gaya! Aapko kya lagta hai, hum aise jayenge, kahenge ki uska pati dhokebaaz hai aur woh maan legi? Aur woh aadmi sare aam apna ghaltiya maan ke chala jayega Di ki zindagi se? Woh iss sach ko nahi jhutlayega?
Arnav: …
Khushi: Aur ek minute ke liye humein bhool jaye. Kya aapke khayal main yeh baat ek baar bhi nahi aaya ki agar woh kisi aur ko chahte hai, toh woh Di ke saath kya kar raha hai? Ki usse Di se aakhir chahiye kya?
Arnav: …
Khushi: Aap ek laute nahi hai jiske zehen se woh raat nahi mit ti. Hum chahe kitni koshish kare, woh raat hum bhool hi nahi pate. Unki harkat, unki baatein, tezaab ki tarha jalati hai. Humari zindagi ka sabse ghatiya pal.
Arnav: Agar itna hi bura tha toh tumne kisi aur ko kyun nahi batayi?
Khushi: Aapne kisi aur ko kyun nahi bataya?
Arnav: …
Khushi: Aur abhi toh humne aapko sab kuch sach sach bataya. Humare pati hone ke bawajood aapko hum pe koi yakeen nahi hai. Toh aapki parivaar humpe kyun vishwaas karegi? Par… woh aap pe vishwaas karte. Phir bhi, aapne unhe kuch nahi bataya, kyun?
Arnav: …
Khushi: Aur jab hume pata chala ki Di maa banne waali hai, toh humse sach kaha bhi nahi gaya. Hume laga ki shayad unke bache ki aane se woh badal jayenge par… nahi. Humein maaf kar dijiye, humein sach chupana hi nahi chaye tha. Par humein laga ki hum aapko, aapki Di ko, aapki parivaar ko iss takleef se door rakh payenge. Humein laga ki woh aadmi badal jayega.
Arnav: Aisa na jatao ki tum usse pyaar nahi karti. Ke tum dono ke beech meri Di nahi agayi. Main tumhe apni Di ko takleef nahi dene-
Khushi: Kya aap humein sun bhi rahe hai? Hum unhe aur unki duniya ko raksha karna chahte the! Aur pyaar? Ek minute… aap baar baar yeh kyun kehte rehte hain ki hum unko chahte hain? Humne aisa kab kaha?
Arnav: Kehne ki zaroorat nahi thi. Saaf saaf dikhai diya tha.
Khushi: Kaise?
Arnav: Terrace pe-
Khushi: Nahi, hum jaante hai humne kya kaha! Aur humne aisa kuch nahi kaha jiska aarop aap humpe laga rahe hai!
Arnav: Please! Shyam ne kaha-
Khushi: Aapne unse baat ki?
Arnav: Kyun? Darr gayi ki saara sach saamne aa gaya?
Khushi: Nahi, usne aapse kuch kaha aur aap maan gaye?
Arnav: Main uspe vishwaas nahi karta.
Khushi: Toh phir aap yeh kaise soch sakte hai ki hum unse pyaar karte hai, na ki-
Arnav: …
Khushi: Agar aap chhatt pe the, toh aapko dikhai deta ki woh kitne gire hue hai. Woh humare piche pade hue hai, hum nahi.
Arnav: Maine kaha na, main uspe vishwaas nahi karta. Maine jo dekha, wohi maana.
Khushi: Toh phir aapne koshish ki hogi sach jaan ne ke liye? Socha ki kaise, kab aur kidhar woh humse mile? Humse toh poocha hi hoga, poori baat jaan ne ke liye? Par ek minute, hume toh yaad hi nahi ki aapne humse kab poocha.
Arnav: Poochne ki zaroorat hi nahi thi.
Khushi: Zaroorat thi. Kyunki yeh shabd aapke hai, par aapki iss soch ke peeche Shyam Manohar Jha hai.
Arnav: Kaafi jaanti ho isse.
Khushi: Kyunki agar iss duniya main koi bhi hai jo inta yakeen ke saath ke sakte hai ke hume uss aadmi se pyaar hai, toh Shyam Jha hi hai. Par sach toh usse koso meel door hai.
Arnav: …
Khushi: Aapko pata hai, humein iss baat ka afsos nahi hai ki aap humein ghalat samjhe, bas afsos iss baat ki hai ki aap dono ki soch milti hai. Chahe hum kitni baar kahein ki humein uss aadmi se nafrat hai - aap dono toh maante hi nahi hai! Aap dono yakeen karte ki hum usse pyaar karte hai, ki hum Di ko chot pohcha sakte hai, ki hum uss kism ki aurat hai.
Arnav: Mere pass saboot hai.
Khushi: Saboot?
Arnav: His love letter, to you, isi ghar main.
Khushi: Unka prem patr. Woh yaha rehte the-
Arnav: Phirse shuru mat ho jao-
Khushi: Hume toh yeh nahi samaj aati ki unke jazbaaton se humare jazbaaton ka anumaan kaise lagaya jaa sakta hai? Bua ji ko pata chala ki woh hume pasand karte hai, toh humari sagai karwa di. Aapko aapki banayi hui sach pe yakeen hai kyunki aap unke jazbaat jaante hai. Par hum? Humne toh unse kabhi pyaar kiya hi nahi, aur kar bhi nahi paate kyunki hum…
Arnav: Jhoot mat bolo Khushi.
Khushi: Hum jhoot nahi bol rahe hai! Nahi kabhi bole hai. Par hume lagta tha aap hume ghalat samaj rahe the kyunki aapko sachi dikhai nahi rahi thi, lagta hai aap sach dekhna hi nahi chahte.
Arnav: …
Khushi: Hum yeh aakhri baar ke liye keh rahe hai. Humne unko kabhi bhi pasand nahi kiya - chahe woh shadi shuda ho ya na ho. Uss raat unhone hume zabardasti se chua. Woh chahte the ki hum unki dusri patni bani. Humari zindagi main humne itna gandha kabhi bhi mehsoos nahi kiya.
Arnav: …
Khushi: Aur uss raat hum chhat pe gaye the kyunki humein laga…
Arnav: Tumhe laga…
Khushi: Humein laga ki aap ne humein bulaya tha.
Arnav: M… Main nahi maanta.
Khushi: Toh kaise? Kaise hum aapko yakeen dilaye?
Arnav: Kyun? Kyun tum chahti ho ke main tumpar vishwaas karu? Tumhe isse kya farak padta hai?
Khushi: Kyun? Baat aapki hai, isliye farak padta hai, kisi aur ki hoti toh nahi padta!
Arnav: Kyun?
Khushi: Kyunki… kya aapko waqai main samaj nahi aa raha?
Arnav: …
Khushi: …
They are interrupted by a phone call, it’s the family, asking them to come home. Arnav chooses this moment to break the conversation and Khushi is exhausted. They’re both in turmoil.
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#ipkknd#ipkknd ff#iss pyaar ko kya naam doon#arnav singh raizada#khushi kumari gupta#contract marriage reveal#feeling angsty#fanfic#dialogue fic
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OS: Recipe for Love
She sat by the poolside staring in the calming blue water sipping her green tea with a fresh leaf of mint. Khushi smiled looking at the plants as they moved to the wind. They reminded her of life and health.
It was a strange kind of satisfaction. Khushi had made peace with the situation. She was done fighting every single day. She couldn't believe the person she had become today, for good or for worse she didn't know. The last six months had completely transformed her life, she had grown and felt like she was a different person altogether.
After spending some much needed alone time Kushi picked up the newspaper, a habit developed over the last few months, and walked inside the room. She couldn't decide if she should have one last conversation or walk out without one. Another drama was the last thing she needed.
She scanned the room one last time to make sure she wasn't leaving anything behind. Everything that belonged to her had to be removed from this room, for it would be an insult to leave behind anything associated with her. Khushi pulled out a file from the drawer and left it on the table in front of the recliner. He would see it first thing upon entering the room.
As soon as she left the file on the table she heard the door open. As if a gush of excitement came through like a wind. There stood Arnav in all his glory. She was smitten once again, but reminded herself of the things she had to leave behind.
He was smiling, and his eyes had a strange shine to them.
"Khushi" he called in delight.
Just the sight of his wife made him happy, and filled his heart. As the days passed he only fell deeper and deeper in love with her. At times he couldn't believe how his life had taken a complete turn. Only because of one person. Her.
"Jee?" she said with a slight smile. The smile that didn't reach her eyes.
His expression from excited to confused changed within seconds.
What was in that file? And why was it in her hands?
"Yeh kya hai?" He said walking towards her.
"Aapki koi file hai" she said casually. Trying her best to avoid the delay of her departure.
"Aur tum kahan ja rahi ho?" he said looking at her purse
"Kaam hai kuch" she made sure she looked him in the eye. He wasn't just confused now, as worry started to creep up.
"Kya kaam?" he asked worriedly. "Sab theek to hai? Kahan jana hai? Main chod doon?"
"Aap to already chod chuke hain" she wasn't amused.
"Kya?"
"Kuch nahi, main late ho rahi hoon" She said as she put on a stern face.
She started to walk towards the door when he grabbed her wrist out of anger. He closed his eyes and breathed. Anger management was something he was working on but it would take time.
Khushi yanked her wrist from his grip. She was furious now. How dare he.
"Please" he said, his back still facing her.
"Tell me, kya hua?" He turned to face her. At an instance he almost got scared seeing the expression on her face. He had never seen her this angry.
"Kyun bataon, aapko to sab pata hai nahi?" the sarcasm in her voice wasn't missed by Arnav. He should just assume like always.
"Khushi please, tell me" he said walking towards her.
She stopped him from advancing towards her with her palm. He had no right anymore. Or rather never did to begin with.
What was he thinking? He is no longer her husband. Even if it was just on paper.
"I'm actually surprised" She retorted, folding her arms. "Aap kaise bhool gaye? Aapne to yeh 6 mahine din gin gin ke guzare honge"
He knew what was going on.
6 months.
His eyes widened before he took slow and measured steps towards her.
"Khushi" he said, placing his hand on her cheek.
She reminded herself and immediately removed his hand. Emotions had be put on hold for now.
With that gesture he felt hurt. Very hurt.
"Woh eik misunderstanding thi. How can you do this to me, you very well know how much I love you and that contract doesn't matter anymore"
She looked him in the eye, surprisingly not crying. He felt as if he was talking to someone else. This was not the Khushi he knew.
"Agar kal ko koi aur misunderstanding hogi to aap kaunse naye contract mein mujhe baandhenge?"
Hurt could be felt from her voice.
"Khushi-"
"Nahi, meri baat abhi khatam nahi hui hai"
Her patience had reached its limit.
"Aur aap kehte hain pyar karte hain? Yeh hai aapka pyar? Ek misunderstanding hui to zabardasti shaadi karli and now very conveniently decided to keep me? Itni meherbani kyun?"
She demanded answers.
Arnav couldn't believe his ears. Did he even know this girl anymore?
Arnav lowered his head, his eyes started to well up.
After a few seconds she spoke.
Did he really have nothing to say in his defense? No explanations?
"Pata tha mere kisi baat ka jawab nahi hoga aapke paas, aur agar misunderstanding thi bhi to kya? Kya aapne kabhi poocha mujhse ke main yeh shaadi chahti bhi hoon ya nahi?"
His eyes shot open and he looked up.
Did it mean she never loved him the way he did?
"Lekin ab in baaton ka koi faida nahi hai, mujhe yahan nahi rehna aur aap mujhe nahi rok sakte"
Khushi had made up her mind. She started to walk towards the door.
"Kya tum mujhse pyar nahi karti?"
She stopped before she could take another step out of the room.
He walked towards her, turned her around and repeated.
"Batao Khushi"
She couldn't make eye contact with him and what would she tell him?
He lifted her chin and urged her to look him in the eye.
"Nahi karti kya" he was pleading.
"Kya farak padta hai" She was disappointed. These feelings didn't really matter. She wasn't sure if she was willing to let him run all over her in the name of love, again.
"Farak padta hai" he said inching closer.
"Bohat fark padta hai" he said touching her cheek. His eyes were filled with remorse.
She removed his hand and turned towards the door.
"Lekin mere paas ab aapko dene ke liye kuch nahi hai"
She walked out the door, despite his attempts to stop her. Her disappearing figure broke his heart into pieces. But he knew fully well he deserved it. How could he be so selfish? But wasn't he always? When it came to her anyway?
He knew he had given her more bitter memories than happier ones. He could not blame her for this decision. Arnav's palms turned into fists, turning his knuckles white. Every single thing he had ever done to her flashed before his eyes. It finally dawned on him, he no longer had any rights on her. Not after what he did anyway.
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"Tumhara dimaagh kharab hai kya"
She almost yelled with frustration.
What was he thinking?!
Arnav lowered his eyes in embarrassment.
" tumhe andaza bhi hai tumne kya kiya hai"
Anjali s anger was justified. As much as he hated hearing these words he knew well enough that they were true.
" tumne to saari hadden paari kardi, sharam aa rahi hai mujhe tumhe apna bhai kehte huye aaj"
"Di please..i really am ashamed"
"Oh really and what exactly did you do to correct your mistake?"
Her tone was laced with sarcasm. Anjali was fuming. Who was this she was talking to. She couldn't believe her brother didn't anticipate the consequences. That is not how their mother raised him.
"I will keep the marriage" Anjali left out a sarcastic laugh.
"Keep the marriage? And by that you are doing a favour on Khushi?"
"No Di i didn't mean it-"
"Shut up Arnav"
Arnav? She was very mad.
"Bas karo ab tum"
"Do you even realize what you have done?"
The weight of his own actions didn't let him raise his head. No amount of apologies would be enough to show his guilt.
"Pehle zabardasti usse shaadi ki, sab ke samne uska tamasha banaya sirf eik misunderstanding ki wajah se?"
"Di maine aap ke liye kiya"
"Mere liye kiya tumne? seriously?"
"Bacha liya tumne mujhe yeh sab karke?" Anjali had surprised Arnav. He couldn't believe she was not bawling while having this conversation.
"Tum itne stupid kaise ho sakte ho?" She was fed up.
Her piercing look couldn't be missed.
"Di main sab theek kardoonga...promise"
He tried.
"Rehne do tum ab kuch nahi karoge pehle hi bohat nuksaan kar chuke ho"
Anjali was done with him.
"Ab kuch din at least usko sukoon se rehne do, jahan bhi gayi hai woh"
"But Di-"
"Pyar karte ho?"
He nodded, the pain in his eyes was evident. But most importantly every drop falling from his eyes was filled with regret.
"To phir socho ke pyar kise kehte hain aur tumne kya kiya hai"
Anjali told him coldly and walked off.
Arnav fell to the floor and cried uncontrollably. All his bottled emotions came running through, the walls he had created around his heart came crashing down. He hugged his knees and cried to his heart's content. He cried like a 7 year old Arnav did when his mother killed herself.
The desire to keep his loved ones close once again ignited and just like that day he couldn't do anything.
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It felt like an eternity since she had left, at the same time it was fresh in his mind like yesterday.
Nothing was the same in this house anymore, these past few months had only made everyone distant from him. He knew he deserved it. If she can be punished for absolutely nothing then the least he could do was make himself go through the same. However he knew it could not possibly be as worse as hers. After all Arnav was all about making it even.
He turned on the radio, a habit he had picked up over the past few months to kill the deafening silence, and placed it on the table by the pool.
"Good morninnnnggg Mumbai...ek nayi subah ek naya din, main hoon aapki host Samar aur aapka swaagat hai humare show mein"
He started watering the plants, one by one, caressing the leaves ever so careful making sure not to damage anything in the process, with close to no self trust.
" doston humare aaj ke special guests hain Khushi and Naina, beauty with brains, the power duo behind One Bite at a Time"
Khushi?
"Welcome to our show guys"
"Thank you for having us" Nainai gracefully replied.
"To kaisi hui shuruwaat, kya inspiration thi, what keeps you going, tell us your story"
"We started about 7 months ago, combining my love for food and Naina's love for travel we came up with this blog, it's our baby and we have poured our hearts into it and that's what keeps us going" Khushi replied happily.
His hands stopped midway. The plant that needed a little water was now overflowing. He ached to hear her voice.
"Food and travel is an exciting mix! So tell us what kinds of cuisines you guys have tried and all the places you ve been to"
Hearing about her endeavours and successes filled his heart with pride. A lone tear rolled down his cheek. He couldn't be with her at her brightest moment, to celebrate, to cheer for her. Maybe he didn't deserve to be there when she was on cloud nine. He had only brought her down.
"Thank you so much for joining us today and answering our questions, humein bohat maza aya aap dono se baatein karke, we wish you all the best " Samar ended the interview as the ladies shook hands and bid goodbye.
He wanted to leave everything and see her at this very moment. Arnav started walking towards his room when Anjali's words rang in his ears.
Uski mohabat ne tumhe ek nayi zindagi di
Aur tumhari mohabat me usne sirf sazain kaati hain
He closed his eyes and tightened his fist. Did Anjali not see his guilt caused him more pain than he had ever caused her? Did she not see he had gotten his punishment? Maybe no amount of punishment was enough for what he had done, especially if he claimed to love her. What he did was everything but love.
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Kya tum mujhse pyar nahi karti?
She still remembered that day just like it was yesterday. Every detail not only from that day but from those six months was very vivid in her mind as if written in a book and kept forever on that bookshelf. Something that you know is always there. This memory, she knew, was in the distant past but would forever be a part of her. But that didn't mean she had to grief over it. Life was about moving forward after all.
Khushi took a sip of her green tea and stared out the window. Her face laced with content and calm. She smiled looking at the tiny droplets of rain running down the glass window. Just like the sky cleared after the rain, so did life. Things eventually fall into place. Life had taught her that much now.
"Khushiii" an excited chirpy voice came from the hall.
She broke from her reverie and placing her cup on her desk jumped out of her chair. Her big bouncy curls danced on her shoulders, shining against her fair skin.
"Taste test karlo akeyyy!" Naina's voice was a mix of annoyance and urgency.
"Comingg" Khushi replied striding through her office and into the hallway. Her white knee length dress twirled with her every move.
"Try karo" Naina took a spoonful of coffee mousse and stuffed it in Khushi's mouth.
"Kiasa hai?" Her eyes gleamed hoping it would put an end to her hours of trials.
"Umm" Khushi's eyes roamed avoiding Naina's gaze.
"Batao bhi"
Khushi being Khushi taking her sweet time devoured on that one bite.
"Kuch kami hai" Her eyebrows scrunched up as Khushi kept a serious face. Naina's obvious state of trial and error had created a laughter riot in Khushi's head.
Naina started to taste the mousse with her finger and got deep into thinking what she missed.
"Mujhe to theek lag raha hai...tum mujhe dara rahi ho"
Unable to control any more Khushi broke into laughter.
"Haalat dekhi hai apni? Tum to marne se pehle hi bhoot ban gayi" Khushi teased looking at Naina's disheveled hair.
"Hilarious" Naina rolled her eyes and started to wash her hands.
"I knew acha hai, bas tumhare drame khatam nahi hote"
"Acha nahi bohat acha hai" Khushi said, giving her a side hug.
The two looked at the plate and Khushi ran to grab it.
"Mera hai poora!" and the two broke into laughter as the chase for the mousse began.
Khushi and Naina were brought out of their zone as they heard constant knocking on the door. Naina ran inside and Khushi towards the door.
She opened the door and was confused seeing the back of a masculine figure facing her.
"Yes?"
He closed his eyes and silently prayed for courage.
"Hi" he said hesitantly as he turned around. Saying she was shocked, was an understatement.
Khushi could feel all sorts of emotions running through her.
There stood Arnav Sign Raizada.
He couldn't believe he was finally seeing her. A whirlwind of emotions created havoc inside him. He was ashamed, hesitant, guilty, and wanted to envelope her in his arms. But he stood there frozen.
She looked more beautiful than ever. Her shiny hair sat just above her shoulders. She no longer had long hair or dangly earrings. Instead she now wore pearl studs that complimented her face. A white dress with abstract floral border gracefully hung around her petite body. He could feel the distance of months between them.
"Arnav Singh Raizada" she said as she folded her arms.
"Khushi" he said, moving closer.
"Kya chahiye" she said. The fierceness was evident in her eyes.
He stopped in his tracks.
"Kya hum baith kar baat kar sakte hain?"
"Zaroor kyun nahi lekin pehle mujhe yeh batana padega ke kaam kya haii" she wanted him to see how far she had come but he had to give reasons before entering her territory.
"Maafi maangni hai...har cheez ki" His eyes supported his words.
If there's one thing he had gotten better at over the past few months it was apologizing. He did it enough times that it no longer caused a lump in his throat.
Khushi was surprised, but then again time held the power to move mountains.
She moved out of the way and let him go inside. Khushi had the most beautiful office space. He could tell it was a labor of love. He was amazed and sad.
"Aaj main yeh nahi kehne aya, ke main tumse kitna pyar karta hoon yah mere saath chalo, na hi ke main tumhare baghar kuch nahi hoon" His eyes fixated on her hands.
Khushi looked down playing with the hem of her dress.
"Confession karne aya hoon, ke maine tumhare saath theek nahi kiya aur uske liye sharminda hoon aur meri yahi saza hai ke main tumse door rahoon"
Words that made his throat constrict, pulled her heartstrings.
"Yeh to nahi kahoonga ke maaf kardo, shayad main yeh deserve nahi karta"
She couldn't help but think of all those moments she wished her own death thanks to the man who sat before her with his head lowered.
"Bas tumhare samne yeh admit karke apne sar se bojh utarna chahta tha, maine tumhare saath aaj tak sirf bura liya, jis din se tumse mila sirf tumhe hurt kiya"
Khushi was at loss of words.This was not the Arnav she knew. He was a changed man, the pride and arrogance was nowhere near him. He had a certain softness in his eyes, the kind of clarity that appears after a storm.
"Ab mujhse kya chahte ho?"
"Kuch nahi, ab mujhe apne liye kuch nahi chahiye bus jaan lo ke mujhe ehsaas hai ke maine kya kiya hai"
Arnav had flipped to the other side of the spectrum. Khushi could see the effect her absence had.
"Mujhe khushi hai ke tum yeh sab kar rahi ho, garv hai tum par"
She smiled looking at the colorful walls.
"Thanks" she said in a low voice, as she looked at him with expectant eyes. She wanted to hear more.
"Thanks for hearing me out, main hota to shayad bohat ghussa karta, cheekta chiaata, lekin tum to Khushi ho, mujhse bohat behtar"
He stood up and straightened his blazer.
"Ab chalta hoon, tumhara waqt aur zaya nahi karsakta" he said looking into her eyes. She understood the weight of his words a little too well.
Khushi stood up as he turned around to walk towards the main door. Every step he took held its own weight. His heart yearned for her but he could not be selfish. It just wasn't fair.
He grabbed the door handle and froze as the words fell on his ears.
"Arnav"
He closed his eyes, oh how he yearned to hear his name in her voice.
"Itni der kyun lagadi?"
He wasn't sure if he heard it right. Arnav turned around to find Khushi right in front of him.
His questioning eyes urged her to repeat.
"I think you have suffered enough, saza ab khatam karo" she said touching his face.
He smiled and took her hand in his.
"I'm sorry"
"Apology accepted"
When you hurt someone you don't get to decide whether you hurt them or not, whether it was intentional or not. All that matters is what you do to make them feel better. For starters, acknowledging that the damage was caused helps. Arnav understood love was the final stage, before that one had to be willing to understand, respect and give that person the chance to explain. And that was the recipe for love. Arnav's love was pure but time had taught him what it meant to truly love in the practical sense.
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Of Trust and Promises - A RoNakshi OS
“I think you should leave Sona.” Rohit said, his voice hollow.
“Rohit, but-” Sonakshi started, only to be interrupted by him.
“Sona. Please leave.” He spoke through gritted teeth.
Tears pricked her eyes, but she fought them. She wasn’t going to break down in front of him. She silently nodded and taking her mother’s hand, pulled her out of the Sippy household. She struggled through the car ride home, almost broke down as she reached her living room and realised she had his ring on her finger, and finally slid against the closed door of her bedroom, her sanctuary, as sobs raked her body. Fool, she was such a fool.
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“Fuck!” He swore loudly in the gym as he punched a little harder than he should have. Rohit’s world had turned upside down. He was with Sona, celebrating their new life together, and suddenly Raima had walked in. Raima, his first love, had walked into his life, into his house, exactly four years after she was meant to. He had been shocked into silence, and then she had pointed her finger at Sonakshi, blaming her for the condition she was in. His Sona, he couldn’t fathom that she could hurt someone like this. He had asked Sonakshi to leave, not because he didn’t trust her, but because he didn’t want to take his confusion and frustration out on her, just as he had done so in the past. Raima had fainted, and she was now resting in his room.
Rohit punched harder, trying to gain some clarity, but nothing helped. He took a deep breath, and walked into the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower would help calm him down. Except it didn’t. He walked into his room, took one look at Raima, checked her vitals and spoke to the nurse on duty. Once convinced that she was fine, he picked up his night-clothes and went to the floor with guest rooms. He tried to sleep, but it refused to come to him.
He got out of bed, and walked to his mom’s room. She was the only one he could speak about this. She understood him like no one else. When he reached her room, she was sitting on the couch. Looks like I am not the only one who can’t sleep tonight, he thought.
“Mom, aap soye nahi abhi tak?” He asked.
“Tera wait kar rahi thi. Tujhe baat karni hai na?” She asked with a gentle smile on her face. He almost cried. Almost. “Chal, courtyard mein chalte hai. Tere dad so rahe hai.”
He nodded and lead the way. They sat on the bench, and he instantly put his head in her lap as she combed her fingers through his hair. The touch calmed him down, almost immediately.
“Mom, I am so sorry. Phir se meri wajah se aapka birthday kharab ho gaya. I am so sorry.” He sobbed.
“Rohit, koi baat nahi. Birthday to har saal aate hai, haina? Can we talk about what is actually bothering you?”
How sweet she was. Always so selfless, he thought. “Maa mujhe nahi pata ki main kya karu? Ek taraf Raima hai, jiska maine chaar saal intezaar kiya, aur ab wo aa gayi hai. Lekin aayi bhi aise time pe, jab maine Sona se itne promises kiye, and I was willing to move on.”
“Is that all that is bothering you?”
“Nahi. Sona… I can’t believe that she would do this. But Raima explicitly pointed at her.”
“Rohit, tu Sonakshi ko jaanta hai. Ye wahi ladki hai jisne humari Pooja ke liye itna kiya, aur wo bhi tab jab tum dono dost tak nahi the. Humesha sabki help karti hai, no questions asked. Apne dil ki sunn. Kya keh raha hai?”
“Dil to yahi keh raha hai that she can’t do this. But Raima…”
“Har kahaani ke do pehlu hote hai Rohit. We heard Raima’s side of the story. Don’t you think Sonakshi should get to tell hers? Aur tujhe yaad hai tune Sonakshi ko kya kaha tha jab use police le jaa rahi thi?”
Akeli nahi ho tum. Main hoon tumhare saath - humesha!
“Rohit, be fair to both your past and future. That’s all that I can say to you.” His mother smiled at him. He got up, kissed her on the cheek and thanked her. He needed to go see Sonakshi, right now. “Kahaan jaa raha hai itni raat ko?”
“Sona se milne. I can’t let her spend the whole night thinking I don’t trust her, or that she is alone. She deserves to be heard. Please sleep mom. And happy birthday once again. I will make up for this mess, I promise!”
He then walked out, calling out for Ravi, who was ever present. Ravi grinned as Rohit asked him to drive to Sona’s house. Thank god his sir wasn’t being an idiot right now.
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Who the hell was at the door at this time of the night? Everyone else was asleep, except Sona. She opened the door to the find Rohit, the last person she was expecting to see.
“Rohit… tum yahaan kya kar rahe ho?” She asked.
“Tumse baat karni hai.” He answered with the ghost of a smile on his face.
“Rohit, I don’t think there is anything left to discuss. You asked me to leave remember?” She was trying to be cold, trying so hard. But the broken look on his face did not help.
“Of course I-” he paused. His ring was still on her hand. She hadn’t taken it off. A lump formed in his throat. “Look, can I please come in? I really need to speak to you.”
Sonakshi took a deep breath. “Rohit, you should go back. Raima needs you.”
“Raima ke saath nurse hai. Dr Dimpy bhi hai. Mujhe tumse baat karni hai. Tumse, do you understand? Please.” He pleaded, his voice breaking.
Weak, she was so weak. She stepped aside, letting him in. They sat on the couch, awkwardness enveloping them. He didn’t like this, not one bit. “Sona, I once-”
“Sonakshi, I am Sonakshi to you.” She spoke, stressing on her full name.
“No, you are still Sona to me. And please hear me out.” He needed to keep his anger in check. Rohit needed to explain his behaviour to her, and she had every right to be upset with him. “Look, I once told you that I would never leave your side. And I meant it. Main hoon tumhare saath, humesha, chahe tumhe achcha lage ya nahi.”
“To mujhe jaane ko kyun kaha Rohit?” Her voice was suddenly thick with tears, and she hated herself for slipping so easily.
“Because I was frustrated, confused. My life had just turned upside down Sona. Mera pehla pyaar chaar saal baad laut ke aa gaya. Just like that, she was there, while I was just about to start my new life. Tum jaanti ho mujhe, pehle bhi tum par apna ghussa nikala hai, iss baar nahi karna chahta tha. So I asked you to leave. I needed time to clear my head.”
Sonakshi was stunned into silence. He didn’t ask her to leave because he suddenly didn’t want her? Or hated her?
“What the hell are you doing here? Tumhari himmat kaise hui humare ghar pe aane ki?” Suman Rastogi yelled. She was livid. How dare this man, who had so deeply hurt her Sonakshi, show up here. How dare he!
“Aunty main-”
“Get out right now!” She bellowed, stressing on each word.
“Aunty, aapko jitna chillana hai chilla lo. Lekin main aapse pehle bhi keh chuka hoon, main Sonakshi ki life mein permanently hoon, whether you like it or not. Kahin nahi jaane waala.” Rohit stayed put in his spot.
Suman was still angry. “To dil kyun dukhaya meri bachchi ka? Kab se ro rahi hai apne kamre mein, pata hai tumhe? Khokle vaade hai sab Rohit. Chale jao yahaan se!”
The thought of her in tears because of him killed him. “Main nahi jaa raha. Kahin nahi jaa raha, not until you tell me what happened on the 26th of September.” Rohit directed his last statement towards Sonakshi. “Sonakshi, trust me. Like I’ve asked you before, please trust me. We’ll work this out together, I promise.” Tears were now flowing down Sonakshi’s face unchecked. He looked at Suman. “Aunty, main sirf Raima ki baat sunke koi faisla nahi le sakta. I need to know, from both of you, ki uss raat hua kya tha. Please aunty.” He pleaded.
Suman could tell that he was being sincere, but she was still skeptical. “Aur sach pata karne ke baad kya hoga? Meri Sona ka kya?”
“We’ll cross that bridge together too, I promise.” He looked at Sona; he body was shaking uncontrollably. Rohit knelt in front of her, and took her hands in his. “Sona, please trust me. Please batao ki uss raat hua kya tha! I need to know. Main jaanta hoon tumhe, tum kisiko aise willingly hurt nahi karogi. Jis ladki ne mujh jaise khadoos ke haath ki choti si chot ko khulla nahi rehne diya, wo kisi ko aise hi road pe chod ke bhaag nahi jaegi. Please talk to me!”
Sonakshi looked at Suman, who nodded. He was being honest. She asked her mom to join them on the couch, and together, they relayed the events of the night that had hurt her so badly that she didn’t think she could ever recover from it. But she did, and the man in front of her had helped put her pieces back together. She wasn’t sure what would happen to them and their future, but he did deserve the truth. Hell, she deserved to be heard.
Rohit bid Sonakshi goodbye later that night, but something didn’t feel right. And he knew what it was. He walked back to her apartment, and pulled her into a bone crushing hug the moment she opened the door. Her hugs healed his soul like nothing else ever could, he realised. Days later, Rohit would realise that this very moment, this very hug would help him decide which path to take.
#Kahaan Hum Kahaan Tum#KHKT#Ronakshi#This is just wishful thinking on my part#i know the next few weeks will be an ABSOLUTE trainwreck#to ye likh ke dil ko khush kar liya 😂#musings
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Dear Society,
You judged me
Kyuki mera rang sawla hai!
You judged me
Kyuki mai moti hu ya bht patli hu!
You judged me
Kyuki meri thode zyada facial hair aate hain!
You judged me
Kyuki mai chote kapde pehenti hu!
You judged me
Kyuki mere shoulders broad hain!
You judged me
Kyuki ladke mere dost hai!
You judged me
Kyuki mai smoke and drink krti hu!
You judged me
Kyuki mai chote kapde pehenkar party karti hu raat-raat bhar!
You judged me
Kyuki mai apne dost ke sath nightout gyi!
You judged me
Kyuki maine apne mann mutabik apni field choose ki!
You judged me
Kyuki maine humesha wo kiya jo mujhe theek kga!
You judged me
Kyuki maine tumhe choose nhi kiya or tumhara ego hurt hua!
You ALWAYS judged and only judged me without even knowing the real me!
You judged and thought,
Ye to kaali hai!
Dekho bhens aa rhi hai!
Kaise mard jaisa shareer hai iska!
Dekho londa hai ye to!
Ye chote kapde pehenti h to araam se degi!
Ye to har kisi ko deti hogi!
Iske to kaafi boyfriends rahe hoge!
Kuch nahi kar payegi zindagi mai ye kabhi!
Zyada padhne se dimaag kharab ho gya h iska!
Befaltu ka feminism dikhati rehti hai!
Or bhi bhot kuch!
AND then you say Nirbhaya case ke culprit ko saza milni chahiye!
RAPISTS deserve to be hanged!
Isn't it ironic in some way?
Ain't we RAPISTS enough by our words for judging other people?
Instead of judging each other, let's talk!
Don't think of others as merely flesh and blood!
No one is just a body to be used!
Let's build the tendency of touching each other's soul and not body!
Thank you!
Yours faithfully,
A survivor.🌸
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Kahaan Hum Kahaan Tum ~ Episode 72: Of Coin Tosses and ‘Friendship’
This episode is hands down one of my top 5 episodes in this show. I absolutely loved every bit of it. Also I realised I prefer doing these type of mini summaries/liveblogs rather than a full on liveblog (it takes so much longer idk how @ishqsa and @tellywoodtrash do it for every episode. I applaud their efforts). But this turned out to be quite long coz again, got carried away with the feelzzz
AAHHH THE AWKWARDNESS, man Rohit Sippy sucks at small talk #relatable
The hand grab, when he thanks her for the night before <3 <3
Girl’s resolve is breaking, ‘itna toh kar his sakti hoon tumhaare pyaar ke liye’ good coverup with the, I mean for you and Raima
And we’re back at the ‘ache dost’
Trust Rohit to do a coin toss rather than to just say what he wants, and then lose the coin in the process
Sonakshi hits him with the ‘it was nice dating you’ and forwards her hand to shake his, LOLLLL THIS LOOKS LIKE THE END OF A BUSINESS MEETING
Also the use of Do Pal, very apt, hit the feelz
Deepa confronting Rohan
Does Deepa know that Rohan cheats on his wife on the regular?
Proud of her for not stepping down when he hits her with his ‘you’re not family bs’ but also Rohan is an outright dick, I mean she cares more for your wife than you ever will, so basically more family than you
Fkn hell, Akaash always coming to put is tang in matters that don’t require him. Just go make some food or something
YASSS AA GAYA MERA CUPID, AJIT, IN DO GADHO KO RAASTA DIKHANE
You guys, Rohit would be fucked without Ajit
Ajit being all like, ‘I’m so excited you were about grow a pair and talk to her, but alas, you’ve disappointed me, yet again’
“main kya apni feelings force karoon uske upar...” OMG a tellywood hero, understanding that he cannot force his feelings/decisions on the heroine
Am I in a parallel universe?
Is this actually happening?
Does Rohit Sippy actually exist, or is he just a figment of our imagination, because we got sick of MCPs?
I never knew I would live to see the day that a tellywood male lead would think this way
Rohit is becoming my ultimate favourite tellywood male lead
LOLLL AJIT HITTING HIM WITH THE “aap bade hain, isliye mooh pe gadha bhi nahi bol sakta”
Ajit inn dono ki love story set karte karte khud buddha ho jayega
YEH TOH 6 MONTHS MEIN SONAKSHI KI SHAADI PE PAUNCH GAYA
Omg shaadi bhi karadi, pregnant bhi kardiya, bache bhi kardiye bechaari ke, aur bhai ka funeral tak paunch gaya yeh idiot
But hey, at least it shook Rohit enough to take action
Omg he actually found the coin and ofcourse it’s tails
Why does this dude need messages from God, kismat, his alter ego etc. to take action, very Parvati-esq of him
Yaar, ab YK ki maa bhi tapak padi, I can only deal with one stereotypical regional mother, either Raima’s Bengali mother or YK’s Punjabi one, you cannot hit me with both, I do not allow it
LOOK AT THE HAQ THAT HE GOES TO HER CAR WITH AND TELLS HER TO LISTEN TO HIM BECAUSE IT’S ‘VERY IMPORTANT’
If he says it today, I will personally fly to india and hug the writers, thanking them for a show where fanfiction tropes come to life
Omg WHY IS HE STILL STUCK ON CALLING HER A FRIEND EVEN RAVI IS DONE WITH HIS SHIT
dosti ke aage badh, nahi toh dono ke dono tum akele maroge jaise ajit ne bola
Okay we’ve gone from ‘you are my best friend’ to ‘you are my special friend’ #progress
“Tumhaari bohot keemat hai mere dil mein, meri life mein”
UMMM YES NOW WE’RE TALKING, JALDI BOL
OOH BOI IS SELF AWARE, WITH ACCEPTING HIS RUDENESS, SHORT TEMPER AND SELFISHNESS
“I know tum mujhe like karti ho, matlab ‘like like’ nahi, but like...”
Is Rohit a teenage girl, with his whole ‘she doesn’t like like me. you know’
I mean have you seen her face when you enter the room, it lights up like a bulb, god men are so dumb
Agar isne ek aur baar apne aap ko iska dost bola toh main, Sona, Ravi aur Ajit iska gala daba denge
YESSS HE’S FINALLY SPITTING IT OUT, “Lekin main tumhe like se ziada karta hoon” HE SAID IT AS A 14 YEAR OLD GIRL, BUT HE SAID IT, AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS
“Main tumhe ‘like like’ nahi karti? Rohit please, dekho meri aankhon mein, kya dikhaya deta hai?”
OMG THE STARE, THE CHEEK CUP!!!!!!! KISSSSS ALREADY GO MAKE OUT, YOU HAVE TWO EMPTY CARS JUST GO FOR IT
Sorry for the Tharak, I just got carried away. I’m still reeling in this excitement that the lack of precap isn’t even getting to me
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Rohit Sippy Confession, episode 74.
Sona, I know you love me mujse pyaar karti ho... main yeh kehna cha raha tha k shayad main bhi.. matlab main like karta hoon tumhe.. dekho mera ek past hai okay? Jis ki waja say na yeh mere liye easy nahi hai its difficult you know its.. tum samaj rahi ho? Dekho main tumhe bht pasand karta hoon matlab like karta hoon aur ab wo meri liking ab pyaar main badal gaye hai. Tum samaj rahi hoo na.. main kya.. I mean.. you get me right? You.. huh.. main jaanta hoon main bht bara duffer hoon bht bara.. puri duniya nay tumhare ankhien parh lein aur main toh itna parha likha hoon phir bhi nahi parh paya.. apne liye itna pyaar dekh he naahi paya.. main janta hoon tum mujse bht pyaar karti hoon.. main yeh kehna chahta hoon ki... mere past ki waja sey tum mera yakeen nahi kar rahi ho, right? Sonakshi, ek baat main samaj gaya hoon kuch log sirf hamara ateet hotey hain taqdeer nahi aur tum taqdeer ho meri.. raima sirf ek khubsoorat ateet bas. Tumhare sath hotah hoon toh smile karta hoon look at me tumahre sath bethaya har ek moment bht special hai mere liye I look forward to it. Phir say jeena seekhaya hai tumne. Rohit ko zaroorat hai tumhare. I need my sona. I need you! Trust me you are the best thing that has ever happened to me the BEST BEST BEST BEST thats ever happened.
- Rohit tum.. are you sure?
I am 100% sure. Main pehle apni he feelings nahi samaj paraha tha issi leye tumhari feelings samaj nahi paya itna time laga diya maine. Sona? I LOVE YOU. HEY! HEY! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE SONA! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!
-> rohit sippy's wholesome love confession. Hands down one the best confession in ITV plus it was so soft, realistic & subtle. Also, ms dipika kakkar and karan v grover nailed it with their emotions and +1 for dialouges.
#khkt#kahaan hum kahaan tum#karanvgrover#dipikakakar karanvgrover#dipikakakkar#ronakshi tellywood#ronakshi#rohit sippy#sonakshi rastogi#tellywood
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#Saying #Jummah #Mubarak Is An #Innovation Bid'at ( #Prohibited In #Islam )
JUMMAH KO MUBARAKBAAD DENE KA HUKM.
💠�Isme koi shak nahi ke juma eid ul momineen hai, jaisa ke Ibn Abbas r.z ki hadees mei hai, wo kehte hai "Ye eid ka din hai jo Allah ne musalmano ke liye muqarrar kiya hai, so jo bhi jume ke liye aaye use chahiye ke wo ghusul kare, aur agar uske paas khushboo ho tou wo lagale, aur tumhei miswak bhi istemal karna chahiye"
📘�Ibn majja : 1098. Sheikh al-albani ne ise sahiheen mei hasan qaraar diya hai.
💠�Ibn al-Qayyim r.h ne Juma ke qususi fazail bayaan karte hue kaha "Ye Eid ka din hai jo har hafte aata hai"
📘�Zaad al-ma'aad : 1/369.
Is tarha musalmano ki teen edein hai ; Eid al-fitr aur Eid al-Adha, jo saal mei ek baar aate hai, aur Jumah jo har hafte aata hai.
💠�Musalmano ka Eid al-Fitr aur Eid al-Adha ke mouqe par mubarakbaadi dena ye mashr'u hai aur sahaba karaam r.z se ye sabit hai.
Juma ke liye mubarakbadi dena mashr'u nahi hai kyunke haqiqat ye hai ke sahaba karaam ko bhi juma ke eid ul momineen hone ka pata tha, aur unhe juma ki fazilat ke barei mei hamse zyada ilm tha, aur wo iska ahteraam karne ke khwaha the, lekin iske mutaliq sahaba karaam se koi bhi riwayat sabit nahi hai jisse mashwara le sake ke sahaba karaam ne jume ke din ek dusre ko mubarakbaadi di. Aur saari neekiyan inki pairwi karne mei hai.
💠�Sheikh Saalih ibn Fawzaan r.h se poocha gaya "Har juma ko 'Juma mubarak' keh kar text msg karne ka kya hukm hai?"
Unhone jawaab diya ;
Pichli naslon(Sahaba, tabayeen, tabe tabaeen, aaimaedeen aur salf saleheen wagaira) ne ek dusre ko mubarakbaadi nahi di, isiliye hame koi aisi cheez ejaad nahi karni chahiye jo unhone nahi kiya.
📘�Ajwabat As'ilah Majallat al-Da'wah al-islamiyyah.
💠�Aisa hi fatwa Sheikh Sulaymaan al-maajid r.h ne bhi diya, jab unhone kaha ;
Ham nahi samajhte ke juma ke din "Juma mubarak" wagaira kehte hue ek dusre ko mubarakbaadi dena mashr'u hai, kyunke ye du'aa aur dhikr ke unwaan ke tahet aata hai, aur iska qur'an aur sunnat ki bunyaad par hona laazmi hai, kyunke ye maamla khalisatan ibadat ka hai, aur ye durust ya acha hota tou Aap(ﷺ) aur sahaba karaam r.z ham se pehle zaroor karte. Aur agar koi ye kahe ke ye jayez hai tou iska matlab ye hoga ke paanch namazon aur ibadaton ke baad du'aa aur mubarakbaadi dena mashr'u hai, aur ye du'aa pichli naslon ne nahi ki.
💠�Allah ta’ala ne mubarakbaad dene ke tareeqe bataaye hain. Hamen waisa hi karna chahiye Jaise Eidain Ki Mubarakbaad ke liye dua sikhaayi “Taqabballah Wa minna Wa minkum”
📘�AL-MUGHNEE : 2/259
💠�Lekin Jumah Ke liye Aisa kuch nahi faramaya lihaza ye bidat hai..Jumah Mubarak kahena Sahaba Karaam se bhi Saabit nahi hai..
📖�Qur'an,Surah Furqan (ayat no 27) me Allah swt kehte hai “Aur us din zalim shaksh apne haath chaba chaba kar kahega ke haaye kaash ke maine Rasool(ﷺ) ki Raah ikhteyar ki hoti”
💠�Ayesha r.z riwayat karti hai ki Mohammad(ﷺ) ne farmaya
“مَنْ أَحْدَثَ فِي أَمْرِنَا هَذَا مَا لَيْسَ فِيهِ فَهُوَ رَدٌّ”
"Jisne ne hamare is amar(shari'at) mei koi aisi cheez ejaad ki jo isme se nahi hai, tou wo mardood(na qabile qabool) hai".
📘�Sahih bukhari : 2697. Muslim : 1718.
💠�Abdullah Ibn Umar r.z farmaate hain: TAMAAM Biddatein GUMRAAHI hain, agarche “Ba-Zaahir woh, logon ko ACHCHI lagein”.
📘�SUNAN KUBRA BAIHAQI : 138.
💠�JUMUA Mubarak kehna ALLAH ke Rasool(ﷺ) se sabit nahi hai aur jo kehte hai wo sahih hadith se sabit karke btayen❓………Upar quran aur ahadith ki roushni se ye pata chala ke apni taraf se koi kam krne me koi fayeda nahi hai aur jo aisa karta hai wo qayamat ke din ruswa hoga ke jo ALLAH ke Rasool(ﷺ) hame bata kar nahi gaye humne wo kam kyun kiya❓
⭐️Jaise Eidain ki Mubarakbaad ke Alfaaz hadeeson me moujood hai waise Juma ki mubarakbaad ke koi Alfaaz batado❓
Warna khud bhi gumraah hone se bache aur logon ko bhi gumraah na kare⚠️.
May Allah Guide Us To The Right Path.
A'ameen ❤
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Ch 8: Teri Berukhi Se Hai Badi Umar Intezaar Ki Meri
Note for this chapter: We are trying to stay true to the characters in the show and hope we have been successful so far. That being said, we have used this story to point out some of Arnav's problematic characteristics/behaviours that we thought went unacknowledged or were treated lightly in the show.
Read on below the cut
or on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/754417295-tu-safar-mera-ch-8-teri-berukhi-se-hai-badi-umar
Arnav woke up to an empty room and panicked. He ran downstairs hoping that Khushi hadn't reconsidered her decision to stay for the contract. When he found out that she had, in fact, gone to Laxminagar, he couldn't control his anger. Which, if he was being honest with himself, was mostly fear.
"Khushi!" Arnav shouted as he pushed open the doors of her room in Buaji's house.
"Arnavji?" Khushi looked up, surprised. "Aap yahan kya kar rahe hain?" [What are you doing here?]
"Tum yahan kya kar rahi ho?" [What are you doing here?] he asked, moving towards her.
"Apne parivaar se milne aaye hai, aur kya! Yahan aane ke liye aapse ijaazat leni padegi kya?" [I am here to meet family, what else! Do I have to ask for your permission to come here?]
"Nahi! Par bata ke nahi aa sakti thi?" [No! Why didn't you say you were going?] He was incredulous.
"Bataya toh tha Naniji ko. Aap ko batana humne zaruri nahi samjha." [I told Naniji. I didn't find it important to let you know.] She answered, flippant. Her casual disregard for his place in her life stung.
"Main kitna pareshan ho gaya tha."
[I was really worried.]
"Kyun?"
[Why?]
"Because you're my wife, damnit!" He pulled her closer by her shoulders.
"Hai re Nandkishore!" [Oh lord!] The couple broke apart as Buaji entered the room. "Arnav bitwa, tum kab aaye? Paanch minute bhi apni patni se door naahi reh sake?" [Arnav, when did you come? You couldn't stay away from your wife for five minutes?] She laughed, nudging Khushi with her elbow.
Arnav was saved from responding to that by the landline. Khushi ran out to pick it up.
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"Hum tumhre liye chai bana det hai. Tum yahi baitho. Naashta naa karke janeka sochna bhi mat." [I am going to make chai for you. You sit here. Don't even think of leaving without breakfast.] Buaji warned as she led Arnav to the dining table and went to the kitchen.
"Chaubees hazaar?!" [Twenty-four thousand?!] Arnav overheard Khushi on the phone.
"Par ek mahine ka kiraaya toh aath hazaar hi hai.... Accha, teen mahine ka... Theek hai, Shuklaji, hum Buaji ko pooch ke bata dete hai." [But the rent for a month is eight thousand... Oh for 3 months... Okay Shuklaji, I will ask Buaji about it.] She put down the phone and headed to the kitchen.
"Kiska phone tha?" [Who was on the phone?] Arnav asked as she passed. Khushi turned around, flustered.
"Kisi ka nahi!"
[No one!]
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After breakfast, Buaji was determined to send Khushi home with Arnav.
"Kya Buaji aap humse pyaar nahi karti. Hum to aap sabse milne aaye the aur aap hume bhaga rahi hai." [Buaji you don't love me. I came to meet you all and you are throwing me out.]
"Hai re Nandakishore, aye Sankadevi kal hi to mile the godhbarai ke waqat. Vaise bhi Garima aur hum Shashi babua ko aspatal leke jaa rahe hai. Tum yaha akeli kaa karogi?" [Oh lord, we met you yesterday at the baby shower, Sankadevi. Anyway, Garima and I are taking Shashi to the hospital. What will you do here all alone?] Buaji slapped her on the arm.
"Chale?" [Let's go?] Arnav raised an eyebrow, holding back a laugh at Khushi's comically angry expression.
"Hamare paas koi aur chara hai kya?" [Do I have another option?] She grumbled, nose flaring.
In the car, Arnav tried really hard to break the ice but it wasn't his forte. He was used to finding ways of getting her to shut up. This silent treatment was still new territory.
As soon as they reached Shantivan, Khushi jumped out of the car. She had walked halfway across the hall when she realised that she had forgotten her phone. Khushi turned around and promptly walked into Arnav. His hand came up to the small of her back for support. For a second, she lost herself in the comfort of that moment. Then, she protested.
"Chodiye humein." [Leave me.]
Arnav pulled her closer. "Kyun?" [Why?] Khushi grabbed her phone from his hand.
"Bas jaane dijiye humein!" [Just let me go!] she said as she pushed him away, storming off upstairs.
NK watched this scene, concerned. Arnav was in great need of his romantic expertise.
"Nannav, mere bhai!" [Nannav, my brother!] he called out to him, "Kya kiya tumne? Why was Khushiji so angry?" [What did you do? Why was Khushiji so angry?]
"Nothing. It's fine." Arnav said as sat back on the sofa next to NK.
"Come on! You should tell me. I can help you! Hum hai toh kya dum hai!" [If I am there then why be force?] NK leaned forward. Arnav looked at him from the corner of his eye.
"'Dum' nahi, 'gham'." [Not 'force,' 'sad'.] Arnav corrected. He was skeptical of NK's ability to be helpful. Then, he decided that there was nothing to lose. "She is angry because I shouted at her for going to Laxminagar this morning without informing me."
"Very bad, Nannav!" NK reprimanded, shaking his finger at Arnav.
"Yes, I know. That's not helpful."
"You should buy her a gift and say sorry!" NK jumped up like he had just had the best idea in the world.
"Ek gift se kaam nahi hoga. That's not enough." [A gift won't do it. That's not enough.] Arnav said.
"Kyun? Khushiji toh kitni sweet hai. She'll definitely forgive you."
[Why? Khushiji is so sweet. She'll definitely forgive you.]
"It's not that simple." Arnav whispered, mostly to himself. But, he realised, it was important for NK to know the full truth to actually be able to help. So he told him about the contract marriage and his misunderstanding and Khushi's refusal to accept him as her husband.
"I don't blame her! How could you?" NK was furious. He stood up as if to leave.
"I don't blame her either!" Arnav said, "I regret everything I have done. I just want to make it up to her. I want us to spend the rest of our lives together."
"I'm only going to help you because I know that Khushiji also cares about you." NK sat on the sofa again to think.
"Idea!" NK snapped his fingers. "You should recreate the special moments of you relationship! Trust me, Nannav, this method is foolproof!"
"That doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Thanks, NK" Arnav said. It was definitely worth a shot. He walked to his room, already making a mental list of their "special" moments.
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Khushi was sitting on the threshold of the french windows, facing the pool. She was eating channa while complaining aloud about Arnav.
"Samajhte kya hai woh apne aap ko?" [What does he think of himself?]
"Tumhara pati." [Your husband.] Arnav's voice intruded. Khushi turned around to glare at him and promptly stood up to leave. Arnav grabbed her wrist as she brushed past him.
Next thing she knew, she'd been whirled around, arm bent at the elbow, wrist being held in an unbreakable grip at her lower back.
"Yeh kya kar rahe hai aap?" [What are you doing?] she gasped, looking up at Arnav.
He ran his free hand across her back, shifting her hair to one shoulder.
"Tumhe kuch yaad dilane ki koshish kar raha hoon," [Trying to remind you of something,] he whispered into her ear.
He slid his hand back across the string of her kurta and untied it.
"Kuch yaad aaya?" [Remembered something?]
Khushi's mind flashed to the day they first met. His vice-like grip on her wrist, the feeling of her blouse's string being broken, the clatter of the pearls as they fell to the floor. She felt the same terror she had felt then at having been made so vulnerable and unsafe.
"Aap badtameezi kar rahe hai!" [You're manhandling me!] She pushed him and broke free. Arnav noticed the way she cradled her wrist against her chest, gingerly feeling her bruise. He reached for her injured hand. Khushi jerked away.
"Dard deke humdardi jatane ki aadat ho gayi hai aapko! Isse behtar hoga ki aap dard dene se phele ek baar soch le. Woh manhoos din yaad dilana chahte hai jisne hamari zindagi uthal-puthal kar di. Kya haasil karna chahte the hame chot pahuncha kar? Boliye!"
[You've made a habit out of hurting me and then showing your sympathy! Wouldn't it be better if you didn't cause pain in the first place? You want to remind me of that dark day that turned my life upside-down? What did you hope to achieve by hurting me? Tell me!]
She waited for an answer despite the tears threatening to overwhelm her.
"Khushi, I'm..." Arnav wasn't able to do much more than stare back at her.
"Rehne dijiye." [Let it be.] She left the room.
An overenthusiastic NK walked in, completely unable to read the room.
"Nannav, mere bhai! Was it successful?" [Nannav, my brother! Was it successful?]
"It failed. Completely." A dejected Arnav answered. It dawned on him that he would have never done this and upset Khushi so much if it hadn't been for NK's plan.
"Sab tumhari galti hai!" [It's all your fault.] he shouted, storming towards NK.
"What?" NK asked from the corner he was cowered in. But his question was lost in Arnav's continued rant.
"I should've never listened to you! What was I thinking? Taking advice from you!"
"Bhai!" Akash appeared in the form NK personal superhero. "Kya hua? Kyun chilla rahe hai aap? Aur neeche Khushiji jalebiya kyun bana rahi hai? [What happened? Why are you shouting? And why is Khushiji making jalebis downstairs?]
"Khushi jalebi bana rahi hai?" [Khushi is making jalebis?] Arnav said, immediately shifting into concerned mode.
"Nannav lekin hua kya hai?" [Nannav, but what happened?] NK was finally able to ask.
"Tumne kahan special moments recreate karo toh maine wahi kiya. But it backfired. She got really upset." [You said to recreate "special moments" and that's what I did. But it backfired. She got really upset.] Arnav answered.
"Kaunsa moment recreate kiya?" [What moment did you recreate?] Akash asked, leading Arnav to the recliner so he could calm down.
"Our first meeting." Arnav explained the details. "NK you said that this method was foolproof!"
"Not for such a big fool." Akash murmured. Arnav shot him a glare.
"Sorry, bhai! Plan achha tha par uska execution galat tha. Waise aap yeh sab kar kyun rahe ho?" [Sorry. The plan was good but the execution was bad.] Akash looked to Arnav for answers who, in turn, looked to NK.
"Akash deserves to know." NK said. Arnav took a deep breath and told Akash the entire convoluted history of his marriage.
"Aapne yeh sab kaise kar diya, Bhai!? How could you use my marriage to blackmail Khushiji? Aap...aap sach mein mujhe aur Payal ko alag kar dete?" [How could you do this!? How could you use my marriage to blackmail Khushiji? You... you would really separate me and Payal?] Akash was furious.
"Of course not! I just pretended that I would separate you. Tumhari khushi sabse important hai. I know I hurt her and I'm sorry for that. Ab main apni galtiyan sudharne ki koshish kar raha hoon. But apparently I keep screwing it up."
["Of course not! I just pretended that I would separate you. Your happiness is most important to me. I know I hurt her and I'm sorry for that. Now I'm trying to make up for my mistakes. But apparently I keep screwing it up.] Arnav said.
"Okay, bhai. Hum aapki help kar denge. Sabse pehle, aapko apne "special moments" theek se choose karne hoge."
[Okay. We will help you. First, you have to carefully select the "special moments".]
"Exactly!" NK chimed in. "Apne dangerous moments mat recreate karna!" [Don't recreate your dangerous moments!]
"Kuch romantic socho, Bhai." [Think of something romantic, Bhai] Akash added, "Jab maine Payal ko pehli baar propose kiya toh maine aisa hi kuch kiya tha. Aap aise moments recreate karo jab aisa laga tha ki duniya main aap dono ke alawa koi bhi nahi hai. Jab aapki dhadkan aapke saason se tez ho gayi." [When I proposed to Payal for the first time, I did something similar. You should recreate the moments when it felt like you two were the only people in the world. When your heartbeats were faster than your breath.]
"Wah, Akash bhai, wah!" [Wow, Akash bhai, wow!] NK applauded him with a slow clap. Arnav nodded, taking in every word.
There was a knock on the door. Payal entered saying, "Aapki kitty party ho gayi ho toh neeche dinner ke liye aa jaiye. Sab intezaar kar rahe" [If your kitty party has ended, come downstairs to have dinner. Everyone is waiting.] They all shuffled out.
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Everyone went to their rooms after dinner but Khushi stayed back in the kitchen. Arnav didn't mind because this gave him time to work on his plan.
It was quite late when Khushi came up.
"Achha hua so gaye," [Good. He fell asleep,] she mumbled. She changed and got into bed, falling asleep quickly.
On the recliner, Arnav turned over so he could see Khushi. He had hurt her again today. Despite having promised that he would never do that again. Her words from that afternoon came back to him.
Aap badtameezi kar rahe hai! Dard deke humdardi jatane ki aadat ho gayi hai aapko! Isse behtar hoga ki aap dard dene se phele ek baar soch le. Woh manhoos din yaad dilana chahte hai jisne hamari zindagi uthal-puthal kar di. Kya haasil karna chahte the hame chot pahuncha kar?
[You're manhandling me! You've made a habit out of hurting me and then showing sympathy! Wouldn't it be better if you didn't cause pain in the first place? You want to remind me of that dark day that turned my life upside-down? What did you hope to achieve by hurting me?]
He had hurt her at every turn. And not even realised it. How many times had he left bruises on her? Had ignored her pain? No more. He would fill her life with so many joys she would never need to think about the terrible memories again.
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The next morning, Khushi suddenly sat up in bed.
"Hey Devi Maiyya, Arnav Singh Raizada ke chakkar mein hum Buaji ko kiraye ke baare mein poochna toh bhul hi gaye!"
[Hey Devi Maiyya! I completely forgot to ask Buaji about the rent because of this Arnav Singh Raizada!]
She called her aunt and found out that the three months' rent had been paid in full by the very same Arnav Singh Raizada.
She knocked repeatedly on the bathroom door.
"Arnavji! Bahar aaiye! Humein aapse baat karni hai!"
[Arnavji! Come out! I need to talk to you!]
"Khushi, lekin—" [Khushi, but—]
"Nahi! Abhi bahar aaiye." [No! Come out now!] A knock punctuated every word. She paced around the room, then came back to the door, hand raised. And walked straight into Arnav.
He had stepped out of the shower in a hurry, only a towel wrapped around his waist. Time froze.
"Khushi, tum theek ho na?" [Khushi, are you okay?] Arnav asked.
She was too lost to respond. There was only this: the feel of his shoulder under her hand, heartbeat loud in her ears, the water dripping slowly from his hair, and all the space that wasn't between them.
"Tumhe kuch baat karni thi?" [You wanted to say something to me?] He reminded, smiling. He shook her by the shoulders to break her out of the trance.
"Haan?" [Yeah?] She looked into his eyes, then down again. She stepped back, shaking her head as if to clear out the intruding thoughts.
"Aapne Buaji ke ghar ka kiraya kyun diya? Kis haq se? Kisne kaha the aapko?" [Why did you pay the rent for Buaji's house? With what right? Who told you to?] Her anger made a fast recovery.
"Khushi, it's not a big deal." Arnav was still smiling.
"Big deal hai! Humein aapka koi ehsaan nahi chahiye." [It is a big deal! I don't need any favours from you.]
"Ehsaan?" [Favours?] Now he was angry, too. "Maine rent diya kyunki main uss ghar ka damaad hoon. Buaji aur woh ghar mere liye bhi kuch maine rakhte hai. Tumhare husband hone ke haq se maine rent pay kiya. Yeh responsibility hum dono ki hai." [I paid the rent because I am the son-in-law of that house. Buaji and that house mean something to me, too. I paid the rent because I am your husband. We share that responsibility.]
"Nahi hai. Aur kitni baar bolna padega ki hum aapko apna pati nahi maante?"
[We don't. How many more times do I have to tell you that I don't consider you my husband?]
"Manogi." [You will.] Arnav's confidence let him smile at her again before he turned and walked back into the bathroom.
#tu safar mera#chapter 8#arshi#arshi ff#ipkknd#ipkknd1#iss pyaar ko kya naam doon#iss pyaar ko kya naam doon?#arnav#arnav singh raizada#asr#khushi#khushi kumari gupta#kkgsr#ipkknd ff#we wrote a thing#also on wattpad
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Sad shayari in hindi to express sadness
यदि आप किसी के साथ गहराई से प्यार करते हैं और यदि आप उसे चोट पहुंचाते हैं, तो समय है कि उन्हें Sad Love Shayari को अद्यतन करके अपने दुखद भावनाओं और दर्द के बारे में महसूस करने का समय हो। जब भी आपकी भावनाओं में कुछ गलत हो जाता है, हिंदी में हमारी बहुत Sad Shayari का प्रयोग करें। एफबी या व्हाट्सएप के लिए हिंदी में दुखद स्थिति अधिक फायद���मंद हो सकती है जब आप लोगों को यह महसूस करने दें कि वास्तव में यह कितना दर्दनाक है, जब कोई हमें चोट पहुंचाता है। यदि आप उन्हें अपनी दुखी और दुखी भावनाओं के बारे में महसूस करना चाहते हैं तो हिंदी फोंट में इस तरह की दो लाइन दुखद स्थिति आपके लिए सबसे अच्छी पसंद होगी। आपको बस इतना करना है कि इन Best Sad Love Shayari That will Make You Cry को पढ़ें जो आप फेसबुक या व्हाट्सएप पर शेयर कर सकता है.
bina usake dil ka haal kaise batalaoo…!! jaise khaalee basta ho kisee naalaayak bachche ka…!!
ek khel ratn usako bhee de do ,bada achchha khelatee hai vo dil se
har raat jaan boojhakar rakhata hoon daravaaza khula… shaayad koee lutera mera gam bhee loot le….
tum apane zulm kee intehaan kar do, phir koee ham sa bejubaan mile na mile…
aik hi shaks sai matlab th.. wo bhi matlabi nikl..!!
kaash tum mout hoti, toh aik din jaroor mairi hoti.
aane vaala kal achchha hoga, bas isee soch me aaj beet jaata hai.
yun to galat nahee hote andaaj chaheron ke..lekin log, vaise bhee nahin hote jaise najar aate hai..
mainai samundar sai sikh hai jaiainai ka salik, chhupchhap sai baihn aur apni mauj maiin raihn.
likhana to ye tha ki khush hoon tere bagair bhee. par kalam se pahale aansoo kaagaz par gir gaya..
yaih man ki tumhari nazar maiin kuchh bhi nahi hai hum, araiy zar jakar unsai puchho jinhai haasil nahi hai hum..
har signal teree yaad dilaata hai, toone bhee rang kuchh isee tarah badala tha…!
hath unk chhu jayai humarai chhaihrai ko. isi umaiaid maiin hum khud ko rulatai hain.
ham roothe dilon ko manaane mein rah gae; gairon ko apana dard sunaane mein rah gae; manzil hamaaree, hamaare kareeb se guzar gayee; ham doosaron ko raasta dikhaane mein rah gae.
dil se khelana to hame bhee aata hai… lekin jis khail me khilauna tut jae vo khel hame pasand nahee..
dil to karata hain kee rooth jaoon kabhee bachchon kee tarah phir sochata hoon ki manaega kaun….?
ehasaan kisee ka vo rakhate nahin mera bhee chuka diya, jitana khaaya tha namak mera, mere jakhmon par laga diya.
mainne poochha unase, bhula diya mujhako kaise..? chutakiyaan baja ke vo bolee…aise, aise, aise
tum to dur rahkar satatai ho magar, wo yaadaiin paas aakar rulay karti hain
paiainai ko to paiai jaun zaihair bhi uskai haatho sai main. par shart yai hai ki girtai waqt wo apni baahon maiin sambhalai mujhko..
neend bhee neelaam ho jaatee hai baazaar -e- ishk mein, kisee ko bhool kar so jaana, aasaan nahin hota !
humarai ansu pochh kar wo muskuratai hain. aysi ad sai wo dil ko chhuratai hain
itn bhi gumaan na kar apni jaiait par aai baikhabar. shahar maiin tairai jaiait sai jyad chharchhai to mairi haar kai hai.
hai koee vakeel is jahaan mein, jo haara hua ishk jeeta de mujhako.
vo khus par guroor kartai hain, to ismai hairat ki koi baat nahi. jinhai hum chhahtai hai, vo aam ho hi nahi saktai
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lmao i was gonna get suuuuuuper mad at kabir for being in her room but then he’s like:
“hi.”
....................... and i instantly snorted happily. vishal is realllllllllly just so likable that i just can’t with him anymore. i love when adorable marshmallows like him and shrenu play evil. you just cannot fucking hate them!
blah blah humaara kamra, mera kamra nonsense.
shaadi ka joda gift. with that tackyyyyyyyyyyyyassss KABIR KI RIDDHIMA written on it. main marr jaooon par kabhi bhi aisa kuch na pehnoon, no matter how much i love the guy.
“kuch hi derr mein tum VANSH ki riddhima se, KABIR ki riddhima ho jaogi.” coz even in 2020, women are nothing but chattel to be passed on from one man to another.
riddhima is thinking fat chance, bitch.
telling him she’ll never wear red for him, coz “laal pyaar ka rang hota hai, aur main sirf ek insaan se pyaar karti hoon, aur woh hai vansh.”
“toh yeh bhi vansh ke paise se hi liya hai.” lmaooooooooo
ghani beizzati by saying she’s already bought a joda for herself, a white one. which honestly looks muchhhhhhhhhh nicer than the red one acc. to me but ok.
vansh checking his account balance and seeing that there’s charges for two wholeass designer jodas bought for a shaadi that’s not even gonna happen:
anyway kabir’s like ok who cares, colour doesn’t matter, shaadi toh tumhari honi hai mujhse blah blah.
kabir doesn’t like mandap setup. coz all white. and apparently aryan was in charge of it? coz he’s getting dragged by the collar for it.
good. i don’t feel any sympathy.
ishani is like dekh liya nateeeja iss loserrrrrrrr ki khushaamad karne ka? when has vansh ever treated you like this no matter how mad he’s gotten at you? he always protected you.
behen kyun bhains ke aage been bajaa rahi ho? yeh manhoos baaz nahi aana.
ishani flounced away and aryan’s now vowing revenge against kabir. abbe yaar, tera list toh kabhi khata hi nahi hota.
why the fuck are these ppl soooooooooo dressed up for a wedding they don’t even want to participate in? itna toh main apni genuine shaadi ke liye naa sajjjjjjoon.
suddenly ishani is allllll about bado ka sammaaan and parampara, pratishthaaaaa, anushaasan and all. lmao ok?????
tod di choodi uski kalaayi par. jaisa bhai, waisiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hi behen.
shaadi mubarak indeed. lol.
riddhima’s calling vihaan and freakingout ki woh paise leke bhaag gaya. you are so fucking stupid sis, why would you give him that much fucking money BEFORE HE EVEN SHOWED THE FUCK UP??????????
“tum thodi weird nahi ho????” bhai obvious sawaal naa pooch.
anyway he’s like calm yo tits, untwist your panties, i’ll get there on time.
kabir instead of fixing his maatam waala mandap is back skulking around vihaan’s container box house. ladki ko shaadi karni bhi nahi hai and she’s sitting there ready from 3 hours before, aur yeh, jissko shaadi ki utaavli chadhi thi, is out doing randomassssss jasoosi, coz that’s the priority rn. sounds legit.
VIHAAN THE DUMBASS TOOK OFF THE CCTV CAMERA AND PACKED IT. GOD YOU’RE ALLLLLLLLLLL FUCKING AQAL KE DUSHMAN IN THIS SHOW.
kabir sneaking in with gunnnnnnn.
how the fuck am i supposed to take him seriously with these bachchon waale sports shoes?!!?!?!? GIVE THE MAN HIS COMBAT BOOTS BACK SO HELP ME GODDDDDD
he’s peeking in the door and making some threatening statements about oh ho yeh hai tumhara plan, main sab khatammmmm kar doonga and all, but we never see wtf he’s looking at and this show is fulllllllllllll of red herrings, so........ idc.
riddhima putting on previous mangalsutra for this wedding and..... guts toh hai bandi main. badiii dheent hai.
mummy coming and saying blah blah usse utaar do this is your new mangalsutra and lmaoooooooooooooo
this is the tackiest fucking shit i’ve ever seen in my life. what’s with their obsession of putting their name on everything!?!!!?!!? what are you, an eight grader?!?!!?!?
anyway, bored with this ainvayi ki dhamki waala scene, fwding.
blah blah 2 ghante mein kaunsa chamatkaar hona hai and all......... WHY ARE YOU PPL SO DAMN OVERCONFIDENT????
meanwhile kabir is back and now harassing dadi. KISI KO TOH AKELA CHOD DE.
actually, lmao, i’d love to see him go try this shit on ishani and angre. it would be fucking glooooooooooorious lololololol.
anyway, he wants dadi’s aashirwaad in the form of vansh’s saafa (pagdi/turban). ABBE YAAAAAAAAAAR. USKE UNDERWEAR DRAWER SE JAAKE USKI CHADDI BHI LEKE PEHEN. ITNAAAAAAAAA WANNABE VILLAIN MAINE AAJ TAK NAHI DEKHA. HADHHHHHHH HAI.
chikni chupdi baatein ki i’m just trying to be the son vansh was to this house. if i wear his saafa, it’s like uski aashirwaad aur duaein meri saath hongi.
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PICTURE VANSH’S FACE IS LITERALLY LIKE
anyway dadi is like really really fucking hurt by this and my god i wanna fucking murder kabir.
she’s literally telling him to pick anything else, it’s vansh’s nishaani and he’s like aap sab ke paas koi na koi nishaani hai, mere paas apne bhai ki koiiiiiiiii nishaani nahi hai blah blah and oh my god, this is truly the most villainous thing kabir has done, being thisssssss fucking emotionally manipulative. the absolute fuckkkkkkkk.
ugh anyway long story short. baandh diya dadi ne ukso saafa. bloody nonsense.
poor dadi phoot phoot ki ro rahi hai ki she’s losing vansh bit by bit. awwwww man it’s genuinely heartbreaking.
riddhima has witnessed this and is about to fuckkkkkk shit up lolll.
lmaoooooooooooo dayum.
wtf is your problem, i’m marrying you, why are you torturing the fam like this blah blah. kabir like physical, emotional, moral sabbbbbbbbbbb tarah se tod ke rakh doonga inn sabko and ugh god i just really fucking hate him.
but damn he just looks really good in this sherwani and hair all mussed up.
anyway he’s doing some real messed-up, genocidal dictator kinda talk and phew. is just askinggggggggg to be murdered.
and then lmao he abruptly switched to “bohut khoobsurat lag rahi ho tum; time kya ho raha hai???? ooooooh ek ghanta baaki hai.” and i legittttttt lol’d at the way he delivered it. I HATE VISHAL FOR NOT LETTING ME HATE KABIR IN PEACEEEEEEEEE.
riddhima panic-calling vihaan, wants to go check on him. mummy ne pakad liya, room mein badh kar diya coz K told her to handle riddhima’s bhagodi dulhan ways.
great. riddhima’s having a breakdown.
motivational call from the choti sarrdaarni. she kinda just looks like a tall baby shivangi joshi had with aditi dev sharma????
le, doosre show waale heroine ko bhi pata hai kabir kameena hai, iss show mein 3 episode pehle pata chala issko.
ok is the choti sarrdaarni delusional and having a make-believe phone call with the protagonist of her favt tv show IMMJ, coz she knows waaaaay more details than even the people in this house know about the plot and what went down. she’s talking about how vansh aakhri pal tak ladta raha and riddhima’s like huh, news to me, i just got there in time to see him spout some ghatiya shayari and then throw himself off a cliff.
anyway riddhima seems to have gotten strength from this deranged phone call, so............. good for her, i guess.
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28.11.20
next ep just abruptly started with kabir and mummy in riddhima’s room threatening her and i just.......... dude, whatever. i’m just gonna skim through this ep coz i know it’s just filler shit till literally the last 1 minute.
OK HE’S MANHANDLING HER AGAIN AND FUCKKKKKKKKKKK
dang helly looked evennnnnnnn younger in the first eps. legit baby face. at least now they’ve aged her up a lil with the makeup and styling.
he’s saying don’t bother waiting, no one is gonna come. OH BOY. VIHAAN ARE YOU OK????? ARE YOU OK??????? ARE YOU OK VIHAAN?!?!?!?!?
cue riddhima’s panic attack.
lmao kabir telling mummy ki iss shaadi mein ab koi speedbreaker nahi hai lol. heavy foreshadowing that ab se everything that can go wrong is definitely gonna go wrong.
suddenly at the speed of light kabir is back at the container home in his sherwani and saafa and holding vihaan at gunpoint????
oh. sapna tha riddhima ka. ouff. this stupid show has tooooo fucking many dream sequences.
someone give this bitch a klonopin coz watching her is making my anxiety shoot up.
mummy comes into room 2 min later and sees riddhima sleeping ghoongattttt and all. SURE. NOT SUS AT ALL THAT A BRIDE DYING OF ANXIETY WOULD TAKE A NAP 30 MIN BEFORE THE CEREMONY IN FULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OUTFIT. TOTALLY A THING THAT HAPPENS.
DUDE SHE PULLED A NURSE WAALI HARKAT AGAIN. LMAOOOOOOOOO. KISKO SULAAAAAKE AAYI HAI TU, AAFAT?!?!?!!?
askdjasldkjlsakdjlaskjdlaskjdlaskjdlkas. ALSO THE FACT THAT MUMMY RECOGNIZED HER FROM HER PRESS ON NAILS. LMAOOOOOOOOOO I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS SHOW.
LMAO RIDDHIMA YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR
lol mummy has to call and give bad news to kabir. and i am sad we didn’t get to see his volcanic reaction, which no doubt would have been epicccccccccccc.
10 MINUTES TO THE CEREMONY. VR MANSION IS 20 MIN AWAY FROM THE CONTAINER HOUSE (AS STATED BY V BEFORE) AND THIS SIS IS...........
RE DEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
she finally got in and the whole place is empty. he practically lives in a storage unit, you telling me he went and moved his stuff to a whole different storage unit?????
new freakout within the pre-existing panic attack: kabir ne vihaan ko saaf kar diya ya vihaan paise leke bhaag gaya??
cut to fb: riddhima asking V all earnestly ki tum dhoka toh nahi doge na????
HIS ASS ACTUALLY SAID, LEMME TELL YOU A FACT ABOUT ME: I LOVE MY MOM. I SWEAR ON HER I WON’T BETRAY YOU.
AND SHE STILL DIDN’T GET THAT HE’S VANSH. MY GODDDDDDDD.
she’s like nope vihaan gave mummy promise so he won’t give dhoka. ah yes, the most sacred and inviolable of promises.
toh bacha alternative ki kabir has vihaan. 4th simultaneous panic attack in a panic attack. someone sedate this bitch.
aaaaaaaaaand kabir has sent a video of a bomb in VR mansion below the mandap. great.
and now he’s calling to say ki get your ass back home or imma scramble these eggheads called the raisinghanias.
lmao the bomb is counting forwards instead of backwards????
mummy saying MY BETA SMAAAAAARTEST. haan, tha..... kisi zamaane mein. ab nihaayati bewakoof ho gaya hai.
lmao kabir accosted a passing by angre and is like you need to be loyal to me as you were to vansh and lol angre’s like saaf saaf shabdon mein, fuckkkkkkk off.
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO KABIR WENT TO HURL THE NAARIYAL AT ANGRE’S RETREATING HEAD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAN HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO HATE HIM HE’S SO FUCKING HILARIOUS
lmao he goes to phodofy naariyal and:
abhi bappa ko huullllllllll de raha hai. overconfidence ki hadh toh dekho.
riddhima is back and hunting for the bomb and kabir comes bouncing the fake bomb around and she’s legit like TUMNE MUJHSE JHOOOOOT BOLA?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!? lol bitch, seriously???? because he’s been the paragon of truth and virtue up until this moment??????
“apna hulia sudhaar ke aao. 5 min mein mrs. kabir banne waali ho. thoda standard toh match karo.” lmaooooo the sasss and disdaaaaaain he said that withhhhhh. boy knows he’s looking damn good today.
anyway blah blah shaadi has started. dadi is sad af. to the point where ishani is looking really concerned. i really love this soft ishani.
“kaash samay ka paiyya ulta ghoom jaaye aur mera vansh wapis aa jaaye mere paas.”
dadi, shoulda asked for world peace instead. just the one wish you had and you wasted it on getting your hellion pota back.
some more in-room threatening of riddhima by mummy. while riddhima is throwing out last minute prayers to bappa and vihaan ki bas just do something and stop this whole shitshow.
vihaan ka toh pata nahi, the shady fuck, but bappa like:
i gotchu girl.
bhaari bhaari flashback waali walk down the stairs.
HE EVEN SAID THE MAA LINE AS VIHAAN IN THE VANSH VOICE. SHE GOTTA BE SOOOOO FUCKING STUPID MY GODDDDDDD.
ouffffff so much time wasteeeeeeeeeee.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand....................
watch that he was wearing while falling off the cliff? ✅✅✅
wedding ring that was not found on the dead body????? ✅✅✅
“YEH SHAADI NAHI HO SAKTI” booooooooming across the whole damn neighbourhood in the fakest deep voice everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr???? ✅✅✅
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precap:
haan yeh sab toh theek hai.............. 😕😕😕
par asli sexxxxxxxxx waali chemistry idhar hai!!!!!!!! UNFFFFFF. 🤩🤩🤩
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