Episode 277 by Aarwen It has been a long tiring day. A torn lone warrior has bravely undertaken distasteful, disgusting deeds. At long last alone she stands with her stars. Her mind does not dwell on the bitter travails of the recent hours, instead her heart fills with tender memories. Memories of her man wanting her.. Memories of she wanting her man to want her. His fingers graze her ankle as he placed her ammas silver payal on it.. With a look in his eyes that she cannot help drown in, he sweeps back an errant lock of her hair .. Here in this very poolside. Tonight a solitary bereft girl loses herself in the most enchanting of memories that took place right here.. She had dressed for him in gleaming gold and pink.. Unable to resist, he had marked her as his.. Perhaps she was already, and always had been, only his... Who knows where, but looks like surely some place far away sat a worn out man.. all his life he has fought incessantly against the looming shadows of a long back, hardly forgotten, tragedy.. Against a wall, his legs folded close to his chest and a silver beam of moonlight illuminating the dejected handsome face.. There is no way out for now.. no escape.. There is one girl he yearns to reach.. So he closed his eyes and let his heart weave the most beautiful dream he has ever seen.. Winds swished by.. His eyes rest on a vision.. His girl gazing at him with an equal craving in her eyes, that look mysterious and enticing tonight.. He sees himself in white.. Simple and carefree.. She looks bewitching, in a combination of midnight blue and ivory.. The winds caress her dupatta.. She smiles.. He sucks in air and feels himself ignite.. How not to desire her when she waits for him this way? A timeless look of pure longing on her alluring face.. Like magnets they are drawn closer.. his fantasy cannot help but burst into a song.. So he sings in a lilting voice.. of his and her tale of love where mere words are not enough.. She watches in wonder and understanding.. She feels the same way.. So he places his hand on her bare back and pulls her flush against him. She collides against him.. their eyes riveted to their dangerously close lips.. It is a dance of desire.. Her hand journeys from his shoulder to heart, the heart that beats only for her, while her eyes remain on his.. So with a pout on his lips as he serenades her with the song.. For they have been apart when they are meant to be together.. And back comes his hand to encircle her from behind into his willing waiting arms.. Her face angles towards his own thrusting face.. She gets lost in the dance.. So the hand continues to rest on her slender waist as she turns towards him to cup his face.. No hesitation, not even coy.. Flowing into him.. The woman longs for her man, then why does she walk away? So he waits.. A look of longing as she turns.. His deliberate swallow confesses silently.. she is the world to him.. A world he never dared to hope for.. She comes back to him.. Wanting the dance of passion to continue.. So he holds her face between his palms.. Adoring.. worshiping.. A long moment of utter emptiness when she is no longer here.. So she comes running towards him and slams against his back. Her hands winding him close, her face against his shoulders.. He savours the sensation.. A nightingale croons.. She knows too.. They are meant for each other.. So he lowers her hand and places it where it needs to be for him to bring her back close to his heart.. As she sings of their love story.. His hand grasps her free flowing soft tresses.. A tenderness in the stance.. while another intimate hand of a male, possessively keeping his mate close.. He is rugged.. she is graceful.. Perfectly matched partners.. Mature and grown up tonight.. No giggles, an unblinking stare tonight.. No resistance, a heated smirk tonight.. But tonight is not the night.. For she has to walk away.. Even though his longing eyes plead for her to stay.. Khushi .. He calls out.. Alas she cannot answer.. Crestfallen his head lowered.. She is left alone at the lonely poolside.. Some thoughts on other things - 1. When in flashback Khushi turned I vaguely thought it might be the dargah. It was eye opening to see how much Shyams look has changed from then and now. Actually even Khushi too. I do miss the jilebi making tight chamkili kurti, even tighter choti wali sankadevi. 2. So Anjali did see them together under suspicious circumstances, this once. I had no idea that this had happened. 3. I do feel sad for Khushi. I hate this plot device to ensnare Shyam, but regardless of my approval, since Khushi is going ahead with it, I do feel she must be shuddering at the very thought of being nice to Shyam. 4. Khushi mentioned meeting ASRs lawyer earlier. Had I not know what happens later I might have guessed she met him when their marriage was registered. 5. I didnt talk much about the acting. Well there was nothing left to say really. Their body language...uff.. Barun was perfect.. Possessive, perfect, aroused, completely in love.. He flitted from desire to adoration to heartbreak flawlessly. And Sanaya looked elegant and flowed into him sublimely. She looked ethereal and her longing was etched in every movement, turn of head, lowering of a gaze.. They were setting my screen on fire and also making be burst in tears. The grown up uncontrolled feel of this teri meri transports me to the pages of a novel.. Some quaint mansion where by the moonlight steaming through the windows , in a dark deserted ballroom, dance the most gorgeous couple ever.. And in their dance they say everything that words have not been able to say yet..
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 04:36:05 +0000
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