“that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith”
To be acceptable is to ignore one's weakness while knowing one's strength, to cover the scar even though it's always there; however, to be impossible is to see one's weakness as not an adversary but the cherry on top of one's strength, to rearrange the scar so that it compliments one's features.
Didn't she do that when she wished at the door for not seeing LaadGovernor?
The man himself heard her wish and granted it, too, knowing that she felt his presence strongly. That fact made him angry earlier, knowing that she herself had put that condition in the clause for not seeing him in his own home. How dare she! Still, he couldn't refuse to fulfil her wish at the doorway.
There is a saying that you can close your eyes to what you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to what you don't want to feel. The man couldn't resist seeing her. Well, we couldn't blame him. She was the one who changed the ringtone of his phone, filled his shoes with mango juice, and filled his car tank with sweet mishri. After all of this, how could he leave any stone to catch her red-handed? Didn't he instruct HP to keep a close eye on his room?
Unbelievable! She never wanted to see him but was still found in his room with her culprit games and his broken laptop. Did he come back for this, or did he want to make her feel miserable seeing him in front of her eyes all the time, besides her implemented conditions to be in the Raizada Mansion? Or simply couldn't resist her?
His fist tightened the moment their eyes met. She gulped while tilting her neck to look at him.He quipped, "Kaafi talent hai tum mein," he lashed out, " Baar baar mujhe surprise karne ka."
[ you have plenty of talent in you to surprise me over and over again]
Oh, he was ruthless and mean.
"What do you think of yourself that no one will find out?" He was sure she had broken his computer. The moment it resonated in her, she bit her hand as well. First, she wanted to clear the air, but he roared.
He accused her of everything he had figured out she'd done. Above all," sabke saamne mera mazaak banaya." She made him a laughing stock in front of all. He was up to no good; he felt like he was provoking her for a real fight to get even. He started jabbing her further.
"kabhi kabhi toh mujhe aise lagta hai ki dhoka dena aur jhoot bolna tumhare khoon mein hai!"
[sometimes I think cheating and lying are in your blood]
He started pricking her skin further "kissike paas paisa hota hai, kissike paas power, kissi ke paas naam, tumhare paas toh kuch bhi nahin hai..." [some have money, some power, others name, you have nothing.]
Khushi replied, finally furious; if I had to write a book on my "status", I'd certainly come to you.
Oh, he got fumed at this interruption.
"Enough!!" he exploded. She almost cowered and jumped back. But then, enough was enough. Like a Game of Thrones, her hand clenched her Kurti. An unbelievable resolution stood in between them like a surprise.
"aap shut up!" said the great Khushi Kumari Gupta.
My favorite moment was when she expressed her frustration with all of his wrongdoing. He threw her out of his car, and since then, it has simmered like revenge. It is eating her up. How dare he!
How dare she? He was astounded at her statement. Unbelievable!
He grabbed her wrist violently and didn't let it go, even though she resisted harshly. The story of the whirlpool of wind and fire always stood between them. They both felt it, tempered by these forces, yet they remained unaware of its reason. Anjali sought to extinguish the fire of this storm by revealing her own culpability for the damage, but he refused to back down.
He returned to his senses quickly when he heard his sister apologizing to Khushi. He jumped back in for sparring. "di, aapko isse sorry bolne ki koi zaroorat nahin hai. yeh aapki naukar hai... aapki di hui salary se iska ghar chalta hai ..." [di, you don't have to say sorry to her, she is your servant, her home runs on the salary you give her.]
He was absolutely nasty and very derogatory in his words. Stunned, she was as much as Anjali, but he marched out, ignoring both. Her tears did the magic as always, and he felt the pain. He couldn't ignore that. He had to stop. A few hours before, he stood to see her feeling his presence at the door, and now again at the door, he registered her hurt this time. He couldn't walk away. Rabba vey slid in.
She must have hated him now. He assumed, as always, and walked away. He knew he had crossed a line here. A few minutes later, with that state of mind, he had come across her at the poolside. His feet had stopped instantly; it seemed like he was searching for an excuse to start the conversation with the right tone. He wanted to mend his ways now.
She stopped instantly, too, by sensing him there... This time, she didn't turn, stamping on his assumption that she definitely sensed him earlier as well. She would not interact with him this time, and you could see her firm body language.
He started this time first..." Dekho, main..." but she cut him short.
"bas! humey apni aukat ke baare mein aur baat nahin karni!" enough! I don't want to talk any more about my status, she said, whirling around.
But when she turned back and bent to get the cup of tea, she felt the pull on her dupatta. A tense rose in her. He was behind her, a stretched dupatta, and this time, she assumed wrong and accused him wrongly.
"Humara dupatta choriye," let go of my dupatta, she insisted with an urgent demand.
"What??" he scrunched his eyebrow and looked confused.
She gritted her teeth, and the next moment, a quick swivel of her hand hurled the hot tea at him. A violent act by her in return as revenge without thinking. Was she referring to the words he said earlier, or was she mad at him about touching her dupatta?
"aap ki himmat kaise hui!!" how dare you! she roared, her voice full of distress and imbrued.
His face was in pain, no anger, just taking it as it is. The lines on the forehead and shutting off the lids were like accepting his punishment with a closed fist.
What had she done? His fist was clenched tight while he stood there. His skin is fragile as compared to his interior, as he burns severely.
When there is intrigue in the heart and soul... You can physically surrender to this feeling by touching each other only with your eyes...There is no need for words. Her thoughts invaded his mind and heart, and even though he realized it later after giving her pain, he still accepted it with his heart.
He opened his eyes and looked at her but said nothing, not only her but also his sister or anyone, similar to how Khushi had diverted Nani's questions earlier. They both always kept things in between.
Horror reigned in as she realized what a terrible mistake she'd made. She trembled and cupped her face with her hands, but her eyes spoke volumes. By the way, the empty cup was still in her hand. Seeing her panicked, he didn't make any noise and stood still.
She comically yanked her dupatta, made some more mistakes, dropped pots and the table, sidestepped him, and did what she could to escape. She stopped behind the scenes. She couldn't leave him this time.
He finally winced. The pain was laced in his voice, and she felt to her core.
Well, moments to rewind later.
"Iss baar galati humari hai..." Khushi said in a clear voice, reprimanding her actions. This time, the fault was hers. Oh, she was way bigger than she looked in this statement.
The tension of the past few minutes and days disappeared. This was the first time she felt his pain as hers. He had felt that way since meeting her in Sheesh Mahal for days and weeks.
She sat alone on the steps, ruminated, and concluded that she was the world's biggest fool.
"Babu Ji always said I was foolish, but I didn't know I was such a big blunder. When I burned my hand with that hot cooker in childhood, "Humne rote poori navratri nikal di..." I'd cried throughout Navratri night."
She felt his pain: " Uss garam chai se unhe kitna jala hoga..." How much that hot tea must have burned him.
"hume unse maafi mangna hogi," I must apologise to him, she decided.
She reached out to him to seek his forgiveness. At the spot of rectification, a pair of majoris appeared on the screen. He was busy working with his plants; his shirt's undone buttons revealed a red and badly burnt chest. But she walked up to him and stood waiting. This time, he noticed her footwear and looked up. He was lost in his own world of thoughts.
"tum yahan kya karne ai ho?" what have you come to do here. Icy attitude.
"hum... woh.." her face was getting way too emotional, and her eyes filled up.
Oh, he watched her move as his gaze grew curious.
Her tears started to come." Humara matlab hai ki hum aisa nahin karna chahte thai... "I mean, I didn't want to do this, she snuffled. He stood there and kept watching her without blinking while she continued in between sniffling.
"Hum aapko jalana nahin chahte the.." I didn't want to burn you.
She raised her hands, palm facing him, and claimed, "Aaj tak humne kissiko bhi nahin jalaya." [I haven't burnt anyone to this date.] So what about him? He is taking all the sizzle and chisel of her? What the? Unbelievable! He gave her this exact look simultaneously over her sensational revelation.
He was worried at the same time seeing her wailing over this incident. He couldn't see her fear over anything. She continued while crying loudly.
I thought you'd held my dupatta, but you hadn't, she squealed.
He looked around helplessly and stepped forward, and his gardening weasel rose on its own.
She hitched by looking at it with fear. She stepped back, thinking of his counterattack after her horrible tea incident.
He lowered the tool instantly, watching her backward steps. He was surly nervous about her tears and wails, and he stammered almost without making much sense.
"toh... kya pakadna chahiye tha?!"
So, should I have held it? [your dupatta]
In unison, they rock-stepped and triple-stepped forward and backwards, falling into the rhythm in their heads. After a minute, he got brave and swung her around with the main thing, lining her up for those peppy kicks that I loved so much. She turned her wails into silly questions.
“She looks like a sweet little lamb from afar, but when you get close, you find out she skinned and ate the damn thing just to use it as a coat. She’s a beast.~Liam C.”
Well, soon, her wicked, silly side with all of her crimes would be out, but right now, she had to stop crying.
"Dekho, pehle tum Rona band karo!" [see, first, you stop crying.]
He couldn't take it, despite being mean and constantly insulting her.
They stepped on each other’s toes more than enough and knew how to rub further. So she took a chance and exclaimed,
"Aap na? Aap bohat ajeeb ho!" You see, you are really strange.
Now, the game has changed its route despite the players being the same.
Lips turned upward in an utterly amazing way.
Then, he threw a quick counterstrike at her, "Main ajeeb hoon!" Am I strange?
He paused and examined her up and down. Then he confidently waved that weasel in front of her, indicating that she had lost her mind completely.
"aur yeh tum keh rahi ho," [ and you are the one who's saying this]
He looked at her again, analyzing her from top to bottom. She was indeed a mystery to him.
One thing was clear: she was calling him "aap" with respect, and he was saying "tum'
not yeh larki [ who lives on your salary di...]
“You can balance the imbalance.
Once you believe the unbelievable.
Then you will always be the best version of yourself.”
He looked around, ensuring there were no witnesses, and couldn't let go of this chance to express his dislikes about the juice. Man, he wanted orange juice, not the mango one. He definitely disapproved of the mango juice. LOL! After all, since morning, all he could think of was the misery she had caused him.
"Mango juice!" he shouted in a steely manner.
"Woh... Santre ka nahin mila an issliye!" [ I didn't get the orange juice, that's why] here came the pure innocent reason behind the juice without thinking or hesitating, she claimed her crime.
The pointer finger also stamped her truth while tears came out for her bad choice of juice as well.
This is the beginning of "hum dono kitne ajeeb hain" [ We both are strange, no doubt]. But right now, no one is ready to accept, and in each head, it was like you are the weirdest of all. Now, things became a little easier between them.
She nods, confirming his doubts about her previous mindless, revengeful acts.
Seeing him a little relaxed and talking to her, she took the opportunity to confess all of her crimes.
the mishri she had put in the tank.
"aur aapke jooto mein joooooce," and in your shoes joooooce!
Again, the slanted long wail. The weight of her crimes was crushing her fragile and innocent heart, no doubt. But the delivery of this confession made you laugh instead.
“It's alright, just wait and see; your string of lights is still bright to me. Who you are is not where you've been. You're still an innocent. It's okay life is a tough crowd; 32 is still growing up now.”― Taylor Swift,
And that is when his muscles relaxed as if the weight of his anger and pain had left him alone. When unbelievable things happen in life, that’s when life becomes more interesting. That was what was happening here.
His eyes narrowed, his lips slanted, and he made a lopsided smirk of ASR. Yes, he smiled for the very first time, but she didn't notice. Her eyes were closed like she didn't want to face his anger over her confession for all these hideous crimes she committed against the great ASR.
You have no choice but to smile and giggle at this absurd yet sweet moment. This was the unsaid "What the " moment. He was called "ajeeb," a strange man by the strangest girl he had ever met. He must be thinking that I am unable to understand you at all. This is the moment where he finds that she doesn't hate him. She is the persona of innocence and unbelievable personality, which he could not decipher at all.
Oh, a smile to die for. He indeed smiled unconsciously. The man had no idea that his heart had opened his tender side only for her—just for her. Her wails now were not bothering him, and she continued crying over her sins. His overriding mind couldn't plan further as his heart surrendered.
It instantly became a beautiful romantic moment, yet none of the lovers knew it. They had no idea what was happening.
Suddenly her snot brought him back to the present state. He picked up the tissue box but she made the matter of hearts as a matter of heniousness by blowing her nose in her dupatta.
Ewe...how could he hold that duppatta? What if she had done this before? Just imagine.
"Humain maaf kar dijiye. Pleaseeeeee! " [Forgive me pleaseeeeeeeee] A stretched please with a wail sounded so funny in Khushi's voice. She is ajeeb no doubt.
Duppatta was the cause of all the trouble, remember? She threw tea because she thought he held it...Now, all was done.
"Hume jo kehna tha humne keh diya, ab hum jaa rahe hai" [ I've said what I had to say, and now I am leaving... ] Without giving him a chance to say anything, she left him standing there holding that box of tissues with such an unbelievable look...
He said, almost as if he were complaining.
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