#IPKKND/Arnav Khushi Hamesha / Memory Lane/ASR and Dhobi/pg 88 - Page 39

Originally posted by: Mysticaldivine

He cornered her because he wanted to see his effect on her, he was enjoying it that she was noticing him closely. He was teasing her and she was getting to the point of being edgy, calling Mr. Arnav Singh Raizada. He never liked that but rather enjoyed Laad Governor.

Main Nahin janta tha ke tum Mujhe itta qareeb se observe karti ho

He was thrilled to know that fadak pasta hai

Originally posted by: Mysticaldivine

Very well said, Arnav was a mind and action guy, he knew how to bring peace. Just get rid of Shyam but his sister was the biggest mind to alter here. If you think Shyam did nothing to her to make her believe that Shyam is a such person.

I can understand that Shyam deceived her by all means and here Arnav's words make more sense when he told Khushi on the bridge when Khushi said Anjaliji unhain apna Bhagwan manti main, and he answered this is why she needed to know but why didn't he tell her by himself after finding out Shyam's true colors. No matter Anjali was pregnant. What was he thinking that before knowing that he is pregnant Khushi supposed to bring this matter out? Why was he blaming Khushi only? He was equally responsible for that?

Originally posted by: Mysticaldivine

Delusional people and psychopaths don't think like you and me Covi.

How people themselves perceive what they are doing is not a question if you ask. I mean, there are very few people who are going to look into the mirror and say, 'That person I see is a savage monster'; instead, they make up some delusional statement that justifies what they do.

Totally agree, the very same way we can't call anyone with their virtue,😆 you know what I am saying even we know the truth about them, but there must be a way to make these people realize what they are doing and how can they mend their ways.

Originally posted by: Mysticaldivine

muahhh for this red

honey tongue ppl/ women, or men I literally despise in my real life as well. Thumbs up for this blue

Thank you, I am sorry for my French but some people deserve that.

I will start with this quote by Minna Antrim...A beautiful woman delights the eye; a wise woman, the understanding; a pure one, the soul. When virtue and modesty enlighten her charms, the lustre of a beautiful woman is brighter than the stars of heaven, and the influence of her power it is in vain to resist.

When you first look at a woman, you are in fact blind to her beauty. The true beauty of a woman is revealed only after you get to know her.

Here our Arnav stood, he got frustrated when she was not coming out of his brain because of her beauty but his heart welcomed her in after knowing her virtues.

Here she turns and beholds the air. Slender and lissome, in red saree, a water like fluidity wrapping her around.

She had skin of the purest white and features the very emblem of candor and modesty; her large hazel eyes, seemed to express confusion and fear yet at the height of delicacy, lips were shown a sentiment at its most voluptuous. She seemed a little pale and tired after this long day...fidgeting with herself and her fingers looking away from all eyes until his gaze fell upon her and then everything burst to life even her, fresh as a rose.

Her hair, cascading her back flowing in the air welcoming him elegantly matched by the gracious contours of her veiling her backless saree..., streaming across alabaster neck and chest, always exposed in accord with her contouring beauty_ all finally lent this pretty woman the air of a goddess of youth. Her arms lithe and fingers to his eyes so very supple and slender.

Was there anything to miss from his eyes? I am sure not, as you said his penetrating eyes showed lust, yearning, desires, etc etc. What say...

Your precise way of telling us all is always amazing. Look where mind took me. Thanks to you.

Look at his bold moves, she is unaware at the moment but she couldn't resist the heat of his eyes either.He'd caught only a few brief glimpses of her without the mask, but he could see her clearly now, an outrageously beautiful woman with her dark hair falling softly around her shoulders, covering her back, full mouth with parted lips.His dark eyes sparkling as she was the kind of woman who stirred a man's blood. He couldn't tear his gaze away.

He couldn't look away, how could he? His feet were moving but his heart and mind were glued on her.

From now on most nights, This moment and her traded vacuous affectionate sight will be at the mercy of his survival. His wounded soul, bandaged by this purest soul...

Covi, I am at work but girl you are something. I am so loving your comments. I will come back to it. Damn at work right now but a coffee break, I had and couldn't resist.

Originally posted by: CrystalJam

But Shyam's discussion was fun, no doubt.😆

I think we can discuss anything here, Mysti won't mind😉

Originally posted by: Mysticaldivine

I think that was the beauty of IPK and that was one thing which kept all of us glued on our seats

There are many things and this is one of them I guess. IPK has its own charm and even after these many years we are here discussing it is a proof.