Seems like Varun's days as a solo hero are gone!
Once again Tripti Dimri is such a fab actor !
Pathaan was superb
Episode dtd 8.6
Hai Jawani Toh Ishq Hona Hai struggles at the box office
How come kareena & Deepika never got Padma Shri
Anti Indian sentiment and chinese involvement
Chapter 26
Astha felt herself the actor of some absurd theatrical play. The roles were distributed and approved but suddenly after the performance started her part was changed but the director forgot to give her the script. From the very beginning she knew where she stood and what she should do but the events were developing with the astronomic speed and Astha lost the course in this welter.
Fog... Such thick fog... Everywhere. Too many Agnihotris in her life. Even her Paro became one.
All that was a whacker...fat and giant. Mr. Shlok Agnihotri was a liar... a fabulist.
Maybe all was even worse... "Don't think I'll be too primitive to revenge on you right now but remember - next move is mine, witch" suddenly she remembered his words. Was he planning to ruin her? Dear Anjuli, God bless you...
Miss Astha Kirloskar was so inexperienced and paid for it. She fell for him. She closed her face with her hands. It was only his revenge. He simply wanted to punish her for everything... her temperament, foul language, wet pants, bite, insults... He wanted to bed her to take revenge. Oh my God, what kind of man he was...What a shame...
She thought she was wrong at the beginning, the colleagues that were warning her were wrong... When he touched her all her hatred evaporated or better say transformed into passion of such magnitude that it made her unable to react to anything except his proximity. What a shame...
This instability and uncertainly in their relationship made her feel the magic. The magic existed. It happened like that: she met a stranger and for some unimaginable reason this person became closer to her than all other people. The emotions she felt were so intense that when he came near her she forgot everything else except his presence. That was so from the very beginning only the sign "minus" was changed into "plus". He was magic for her and she thought she was magic for him but. There was joy in the pain and light in the darkness when he was looking at her but it looked like that was so only for her. What a shame...
He wanted her to be one of his girls. He felt the same to any woman he kissed. No connectedness, no dedication. It was a phantom love. She imagined all that, she imagined him. He was her first feeling that was doomed because he was not connected to her in any way. What a shame...
Astha misjudged Anjuli. She thought her to be partial towards her but she was wrong. This woman was honest and did her best to warn her. She was elder and wiser and Astha was taught to believe and trust the elders. Her parents told her elders were never wrong. Paro respected this woman immensely and now Astha understood why. She confessed her the truth a rare mother could. Why Astha was so blind? People around were trying to warn her but she thought she knew better. Youthful maximalism. Once he said she had not enough brains to make decisions herself; he was right. She remembered the girl her colleague mentioned, Anila, if she remembered it rightly. How many Anilas were there? Or Asthas? What would be the number on her t-shirt? What a shame...
His eyes were so deep and dark and sincere. Astha remembered him running to Paro to help. He didn't look evil or calculative... but Anjuli didn't tell he was that. He was just shallow, that's all. He was selfish and egoistic and unprincipled. He thought her to be a s**t or he thought all the women to be of such value. That wasn't unique among men. She wanted to think of him better than he was. He wanted to think of her worse. What a shame...
Astha got up and went home. She walked in silence. Sultriness... Abomination...She was not the first and would scarcely be the last woman under illusion. God loved her as he sent her Anjuli before she found herself under him passionate and craving for his touch.
"I feel stronger than my hatred could be only my love to you" What a shame...
Astha felt herself frozen. She looked the same but was hard as stone. An attentive eye would catch the thin ice frosting on her soul. The fop made her soft and weak. He made her dreamy and he made her so much in love and all that happened in one moment. Right there in the kitchen, at the wall. Was it possible for a person to identify the exact place where he or she fell in love? The answer was - yes, it was. In her case. She knew the time and the place when she found herself craving for the man.
Kitchen has never been the most romantic place but God has never asked her where she wanted to fall in love. He fixed the place himself.
Astha subconsciously waited for him to call or to come. Anjuli predicted it and warned her on the matter and thus it was only the question of time.
Astha herself would do everything to avoid him. She would stop visiting Paro despite of the worries for her health. She just couldn't afford herself seeing him. She didn't trust him but even more she didn't trust herself. What would he say? What would she answer?
"He would still try his luck with you" - this line was bothering Astha like sand in shoes... That could mean only one thing - he would approach her and he would try to "confess" his feelings. What would she tell him? She would recognize his vicious soul or not?
She would show him magic... She would show him the magic he has never seen.
...
The more time passed the more restless he became. He was thinking about that tiny girl twenty four hours a day. Her eyes were looking at him in astonishment even when he closed his eyes. She haunted him...
He couldn't figure out what kind of madness that was... Was it possible to be head over heels in love with a person that you didn't even like?
When he kissed her he felt like... heaven...as if he knew her before... and at the same time as if he didn't. She was a mystery for him. They felt each other from the very start. Millions of kisses before her... but he didn't give them proper attention. No matter the circumstances were his mind was somewhere else. His technique was enough...to get what he wanted but when he kissed her he couldn't think of anything else, she became his whole universe. He gave her all his dedication. There were no plans, no ideas, no side thoughts. When he was kissing her he could think of nothing else.
He came up to the mirror and looked at himself. That face he knew for twenty eight years...
He touched his lips, his stomach, looked at his hands. The parts of his body that touched her. He smiled. They were connected from the very start but he had no idea through what... He just failed to recognize it.
He was... in love. For the first time. So... that was how it felt like - exiting, airy, mad. That was the reason he could not come too close to her. He has never been in love before. He was smiling like a fool and frowning at the same time. He didn't like and he liked what he felt when he touched her - he lost all his defenses being like an open wound.
When did it happen? It could be at the moment he touched her for the first time at her parents' house or when he kissed her but somehow he felt it happened long ago... Since the moment they saw each other for the first time in the street they could never coexist peacefully. If he knew she was nearby even without seeing her he felt restless. Was that constant irritation the symptom of the illness he failed to recognize. Evidently he was a bad doctor.
He diagnosed himself with poisoning when he had a heart attack.
Heart attacks of that kind could cause death as far as he knew. To avoid it he would tell her everything.
She was the most perfect imperfect girl: her appearance played no role. He reacted to her on the basic level. She could wear posh makeup, saree, evening gown or be just in jeans. He didn't care. He saw only her eyes and all the rest was just trumpery. She was the one and she should know it.
He remembered the rule he has been following his entire life - he has never come close to the women that fell for him but what he was to do now when he fell himself? Most of all he wanted to tell her what he felt. Face to face, without any witnesses. He thought he would go mad because of the desire to touch her. He was magnetically drawn to her. His best friend supported him in his ambition. Why not? He was sure of himself, he was free of any engagements.
He made the decision - no phone calls, he would come to her and tell her the way he feels and then... he would give himself at her mercy. He had no answer what should be done after that. Maybe then ... maybe she felt the same? May be she would...accept him. Imperfect just as he was.
Originally posted by: GoWithTheRhythm
Jane I am out of words...
Two people so close yet so far
She thinks he wants to bed her only
He thinks of confession
I just hope you show some mercy on these two lovers.
Couldn'T control my emotions on the last part when he said he loved the imperfect perfect girl: Reminded me of the song All of me by John Legend:D
You surely know how to break a heart and how to sooth the pain
reading aasthas thoughts broke my heart but seeing shloks love for her the pain slowly faded away
Wonderful written
thanks for that 👏
Originally posted by: sireesha76
Astha misunderstood Shlok
Shlok thinks of confessionWhat will happen now?
Amel, they are living on different planets at the moment. You are right.John Legend sings exactly about perfect imperfections we love...Love is about accepting everything, the whole package without exceptions.It's a package deal. If you doubt it's not love😕Tomorrow will be face to face. The outcome is still unknown.Again the guts of this man impress me.Thank you for the comment, thoughtful as usual😃
Originally posted by: GoWithTheRhythm
True If you doubt your Love then it never was love maybe just the beginning :) Remember love is fragile especially for a girl like Aastha that never was in love before
Even Shlok's love is fragile since it is the first tim he doesn't just want to bed her :D
EAGERLY waiting for the Face off and I am sure I will cry int he end XD or at least my eyes will get all teary like today 😆
The guts of this man impress me too he know what he wants and I pray to the Holy mother of writing that he gets what he wants ;)
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