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kitni nasamjh hai reh tu baba... Ja nahi samjhati tujhe kuch bhi 🤣
kitni nasamjh hai reh tu baba... Ja nahi samjhati tujhe kuch bhi 🤣
Shayad tumne suna nahi ki bekaar students nahi teacher hote hai jab wo students ko samjha nahi paate😝
There is no one moment anyone can pinpoint where Karan had fallen for Monami, but the feelings hadn't appeared out of the blue either. It might be justified by tags of guilt, duty and friendship, but these little moments are all Karan had that could have warned him of his feelings for his Rani Sahiba.
The organ trafficking mission was a turning point for everyone. With Sid's aim in his life, to Koel's stand for Karan, the mission was the one which brought the six on a shaky but equal ground, and while the misunderstandings weren't cleared, they were ignored for once.
The willingness to jump in to save strangers had lit a lamp of respect in Karan's heart for Monami. He might not be convinced that she isn't a spoiled, rich kid, but he sure as hell could recognize and appreciate bravery.
'Bina apne baare mein soche kisi aur ki madat karna, it's quite commendable.'
'Mere hisaab se pata hai tum kaun ho? Selfless, brave and kind. That's what you are, Monami.'
Her sadness bothered him, and her happiness pleased him. Whether it be wearing a stupid sling, or feeling bad for some biting words, he was definitely affected by his presence. She wasn't just a nuisance anymore. An annoying pest. She was an enigma that he couldn't understand.
Shooting her was a mistake. One of the biggest mistakes that Karan Shergill could have made. But what flourished out of it was understanding. Perspective. Monami Mahajan wasn't just a spoiled, rich kid. The daughter of a martyr, who had struggled to stand up from under the weight of an egoistic, selfish father. More than that, Karan Shergill got a taste of the kindness and brightness Monami Mahajan is.
She was a salve on the wound of pure guilt that had consumed his being from the moment he had realized what he had done. The bandage to his turmoil, the medicine to his self-hatred.
'Monami, jo kuch bhi hua hai... main kitni bhi maafi maang loon, wo kaafi nahi hai.'
'Jab tumhaari koi galti hai hi nahi, toh maafi kis baat ki?'
The pain of a losing a companion, just touching the feeling of being understood before it was yanked away, feeling the taste of undeserved forgiveness before everything crumbled.
He wasn't going to let away the one person who had forgiven him effortlessly, who hadn't even considered his crime a mistake, so easily. His own career damned, his own life damned, he was going to bring Monami Mahajan back to the academy. He was going to bring Monami Mahajan back in his life.
'Monami Mahajan, tumhe toh main academy mein waapas laakar rahoonga.'
'Lekin Monami abhi isi waqt mere saath academy waapas jaa rahi hai.'
And so, he started fresh, with no prejudice and tons of mutual respect and care. She was his best cadet.
From reminding her to take her medicines to apologizing and explaining his actions, Karan Shergill had come a long way and there were many miles to go.
She was the light to the darkness his life was shrouded in. She pulled him out of a closed room drowning in darkness to an open world of brightness.
'Khushiyan baantne se badhti hain, aur gum baantne se kam hota hai. Karan, please open up. Please.'
A breathy please, full of understanding and patient prompting, and Karan couldn't deny her plead. The smile on her face when she saw him come, the pure happiness was all worth it.
She was emotional, Karan had always known that. And he was first and foremost her trainer. So, when she was hurting herself in empathetic pain for a fellow cadet, he was right there to pull her away, and set her straight.
But he couldn't bear to leave her alone, hurting, watching her quietly as she drained her anger. He was concerned when she had cut herself, glaring at her lightly for being careless, and then patiently listening to her talk.
From brushing off her concerns about an organ trading racket to listening to her rant, Karan Shergill had come a long way and there were many miles to go.
Her words affected him, her silence pinching him, her anger unsettling him. She wanted to be... friends. Couldn't she see they were something else? But he couldn't bear her anger, and he gave in, offering her his hand in friendship, asking for trust in return. But she had his respect, care and undying loyalty, and he had her heart.
She was running high on emotions till they had gotten Koel out, but Karan dealt with her patiently at every step, comforting her, guiding her. Keeping her calm, taking care of her came as naturally to him as breathing, not even thinking twice about it, not even needing to pause.
Having someone else close to her bothered him, and having her close to him flustered him. A dance made him awkward, but an awkward hug made him blush.
Monami's confession came out of the blue for him, blind to the feelings he had, and he struggled to accept her love. How could she love him? Why did she? Why him out of everyone? Couldn't she see that she deserved someone better, someone who wouldn't dull the light inside her? And no, he didn't love her. He couldn't, right? He wasn't made for love. Love had no place in his life, only hatred.
She was hurting, and he couldn't bear to see it. Her pain seemed to be stabbing him. Why did it hurt him too? Why could he only think about her? Why couldn't he just apologize and move away? Why wasn't she listening? Why wasn't she understanding? She needed to understand. She deserved someone better. He couldn't love her. He had no place for love. She had to know why.
From exploding on Monami for even mentioning his martyred brother to explaining his past willingly, Karan Shergill had come a long way and there were many miles to go.
She understood. Of course, she did. She always had. She freed him of her love. But Karan changed. He was suddenly so much aware of everything she did, affected by even the slightest and pettiest things. He imagined her. Even in mere imagination, his heart sped up at her touch. He closed his eyes, and she was there. But in real life, she moved past him like he was a stranger. In real life, the Karan Shergill who had never fumbled, who was just as lethal with his words as his fists were, couldn't ask her if she was going somewhere.
What was wrong with him? Why did she affect him so much? Why did her presence or absence bother him? Why did he miss her so much? Why was she everywhere?
The chandelier answered him.
He was in love.
Karan Shergill was undeniably, irrevocably in love with Monami Mahajan.
Originally posted by: NoeticLife
There is no one moment anyone can pinpoint where Karan had fallen for Monami, but the feelings hadn't appeared out of the blue either. It might be justified by tags of guilt, duty and friendship, but these little moments are all Karan had that could have warned him of his feelings for his Rani Sahiba.
The organ trafficking mission was a turning point for everyone. With Sid's aim in his life, to Koel's stand for Karan, the mission was the one which brought the six on a shaky but equal ground, and while the misunderstandings weren't cleared, they were ignored for once.
The willingness to jump in to save strangers had lit a lamp of respect in Karan's heart for Monami. He might not be convinced that she isn't a spoiled, rich kid, but he sure as hell could recognize and appreciate bravery.'Bina apne baare mein soche kisi aur ki madat karna, it's quite commendable.'
'Mere hisaab se pata hai tum kaun ho? Selfless, brave and kind. That's what you are, Monami.'
Her sadness bothered him, and her happiness pleased him. Whether it be wearing a stupid sling, or feeling bad for some biting words, he was definitely affected by his presence. She wasn't just a nuisance anymore. An annoying pest. She was an enigma that he couldn't understand.
Shooting her was a mistake. One of the biggest mistakes that Karan Shergill could have made. But what flourished out of it was understanding. Perspective. Monami Mahajan wasn't just a spoiled, rich kid. The daughter of a martyr, who had struggled to stand up from under the weight of an egoistic, selfish father. More than that, Karan Shergill got a taste of the kindness and brightness Monami Mahajan is.
She was a salve on the wound of pure guilt that had consumed his being from the moment he had realized what he had done. The bandage to his turmoil, the medicine to his self-hatred.'Monami, jo kuch bhi hua hai... main kitni bhi maafi maang loon, wo kaafi nahi hai.'
'Jab tumhaari koi galti hai hi nahi, toh maafi kis baat ki?'
The pain of a losing a companion, just touching the feeling of being understood before it was yanked away, feeling the taste of undeserved forgiveness before everything crumbled.
He wasn't going to let away the one person who had forgiven him effortlessly, who hadn't even considered his crime a mistake, so easily. His own career damned, his own life damned, he was going to bring Monami Mahajan back to the academy. He was going to bring Monami Mahajan back in his life.'Monami Mahajan, tumhe toh main academy mein waapas laakar rahoonga.'
'Lekin Monami abhi isi waqt mere saath academy waapas jaa rahi hai.'
And so, he started fresh, with no prejudice and tons of mutual respect and care. She was his best cadet.
From reminding her to take her medicines to apologizing and explaining his actions, Karan Shergill had come a long way and there were many miles to go.She was the light to the darkness his life was shrouded in. She pulled him out of a closed room drowning in darkness to an open world of brightness.
'Khushiyan baantne se badhti hain, aur gum baantne se kam hota hai. Karan, please open up. Please.'
A breathy please, full of understanding and patient prompting, and Karan couldn't deny her plead. The smile on her face when she saw him come, the pure happiness was all worth it.
She was emotional, Karan had always known that. And he was first and foremost her trainer. So, when she was hurting herself in empathetic pain for a fellow cadet, he was right there to pull her away, and set her straight.
But he couldn't bear to leave her alone, hurting, watching her quietly as she drained her anger. He was concerned when she had cut herself, glaring at her lightly for being careless, and then patiently listening to her talk.From brushing off her concerns about an organ trading racket to listening to her rant, Karan Shergill had come a long way and there were many miles to go.
Her words affected him, her silence pinching him, her anger unsettling him. She wanted to be... friends. Couldn't she see they were something else? But he couldn't bear her anger, and he gave in, offering her his hand in friendship, asking for trust in return. But she had his respect, care and undying loyalty, and he had her heart.
She was running high on emotions till they had gotten Koel out, but Karan dealt with her patiently at every step, comforting her, guiding her. Keeping her calm, taking care of her came as naturally to him as breathing, not even thinking twice about it, not even needing to pause.
Having someone else close to her bothered him, and having her close to him flustered him. A dance made him awkward, but an awkward hug made him blush.
Monami's confession came out of the blue for him, blind to the feelings he had, and he struggled to accept her love. How could she love him? Why did she? Why him out of everyone? Couldn't she see that she deserved someone better, someone who wouldn't dull the light inside her? And no, he didn't love her. He couldn't, right? He wasn't made for love. Love had no place in his life, only hatred.
She was hurting, and he couldn't bear to see it. Her pain seemed to be stabbing him. Why did it hurt him too? Why could he only think about her? Why couldn't he just apologize and move away? Why wasn't she listening? Why wasn't she understanding? She needed to understand. She deserved someone better. He couldn't love her. He had no place for love. She had to know why.From exploding on Monami for even mentioning his martyred brother to explaining his past willingly, Karan Shergill had come a long way and there were many miles to go.
She understood. Of course, she did. She always had. She freed him of her love. But Karan changed. He was suddenly so much aware of everything she did, affected by even the slightest and pettiest things. He imagined her. Even in mere imagination, his heart sped up at her touch. He closed his eyes, and she was there. But in real life, she moved past him like he was a stranger. In real life, the Karan Shergill who had never fumbled, who was just as lethal with his words as his fists were, couldn't ask her if she was going somewhere.
What was wrong with him? Why did she affect him so much? Why did her presence or absence bother him? Why did he miss her so much? Why was she everywhere?
The chandelier answered him.
He was in love.
Karan Shergill was undeniably, irrevocably in love with Monami Mahajan.
I would say INCREDIBLE is the word for this!!!!
ORGAN TRAFFICKING: THE TURNING POINT
The organ trafficking track was one of the best executed tracks in the show till date, if not the best. From the writing to the acting to the execution, it was nothing short of exciting and the kind of track we had expected and wanted from the show.
The Antagonist: Chirag was a formidable antagonist. A sick, mentally deranged person with sadistic and psychotic tendencies who had successfully ran an organ trafficking racket. He had no qualms killing people and enjoyed the actual act of cutting organs out of the people.
An appreciable opponent to some of the best commandos in the country, and one of the best villains of the show, winning by a long haul.
Mission Execution: It was an absolute treat seeing the special agents and cadets tackle the situation. The contrast between the untrained cadets and the highly trained special agents were as big as day and night but there was no denying that the cadets showed their potential as future commandos.
Be it Monami-Sid tackling and handling the situation until the special agents arrived, be it Prem ji-Bala getting the girls out, be it Suman ji causing the distraction at the right moment, their efforts were thrilling to watch.
The special agents were of course, exceptionally well. From Faizi's exceptional shooting to Sanju-Karan fighting to Karan leading and managing the mission, it had kept everyone excited.
Interpersonal Relations: One of the best things the track highlighted was the commaradie between them. The little moments of worry and genuine care was unparalleled and had set the base for a plethora of platonic relations to be explored.
Be it Suman ji being concerned about Monami when she didn't return, be it Sid not leaving Monami despite their fight, be it the moment of separation between Sid-Monami, be it the cadets jumping in to save Monami, be it the efficient trio that was Karan-Sanju-Faizi in action, be it the trust between Karan and Faizi, or be it Faizi and Sanju being concerned about Karan, the track had plenty of inter-personal relations to be explored.
Koel-Faizi: The moment between the two where Faizi comforted Koel and she, in turn, entrusted him with a letter, showcased the maturity the two had. It was an unspoken moment of trust, comfort and support that hit different when there were bullets raining down around them.
Sid-Sanju: The genuine worry of Sanju, and the relief that was a balm straight to his hurt soul of Sid didn't need words to be seen. He wasn't so bad, Sanju discovered. Their past didn't change, their present was intense but their future changed in those few hours.
Karan-Monami: A cadet and a trainer. A cadet standing by what was right and a trainer supporting and helping her when she stumbled. Perhaps that were all they were in that mission, no feelings, no love, but amidst the danger, sparks of respect and love grew. They respected each other. It wouldn't be too wrong to say the mission was a dawn that shed light on shades of their character the other hasn't anticipated.
Duty: Saving lives. Their duty. Their priority. The courage and hardships of performing their duties in midst of dire circumstances couldn't be perhaps more beautifully portrayed than it was. The moment showcased Karan and Monami's priority as helping people over their lives and was a defining moment for their characters.
Turning Point: The mission brought everyone on a more or less equal ground. The relations were drastically changed with Sanju-Karan reluctantly and grudgingly respecting Sid-Monami for their work, Koel respecting Karan and taking a stand for him against Raawat and Monami developing feelings for Karan. The other cadets had a turn about opinion for Monami and Karan as well, flattening the ground of dislike.
Originally posted by: NoeticLife
ORGAN TRAFFICKING: THE TURNING POINT
A small analysis because I felt like it. If anyone have anything to add in, feel free to mention so, I'll edit it in! 👍🏼
Nice analysis.
Although the execution itself was simplistic, ALL agree that it is tracks such as these which we ALL look forward to, when they become ONE unit and fight the bad.
Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. They fell in love.
A lifetime happened. Misunderstandings cleared, prejudices flayed, hatred soothed and a love story was born.
From strangers to dating, from hatred to love, from a cadet to his girlfriend, from a trainer to her boyfriend, here's the journey of Special Agent Karan Shergill and Doctor Monami Mahajan.
First sight. First meeting. First misunderstanding.
'Tum samajhte kya ho apne aap ko? Chota hai toh chaaku dikha kar daraoge tum? Himmat hai toh mujhe daraakar dikhao!'
'Hello ma'am, main koi chor nahi hoon. Ek officer hoon.'
Misunderstandings resulted in a rocky start. They had no plans to meet each other ever again, but as they say, destiny had other plans.
'Yeh hain humaare Sir ji, Special Agent Karan Shergill.'
'Humne Ustaad ji ki list check kari thi. Doctor hai. Monami naam hai. Lekin humaare hisaab se uska naam Monami nahi, Tsunami hona chahiye.'
A bad first impression, a trek, a little pleading and a hilarious conversation later, Doctor Monami Monami was Special Agent Karan Shergill's cadet.
Another misunderstanding and the dislike dove deeper. Hatred.
She was a spoiled, privileged brat who treated the academy as an outdoor adventure camp.
He was a heartless, khadoos, arrogant special trainer who could go as far as torture someone for a mistake.
Only, they weren't.
An unplanned mission, a life threatening stand, and a commaradie of the battlefield and perspectives changed, situations changed, relationships changed.
'Mere hisaab se pata hai tum kaun ho? Selfless, brave and kind. That's what you are, Monami. Thoda credit khud ko bhi dena chahiye.'
'Sir, main Karan ko Khadoos Shergill kaha karti thi. But I was wrong. Unhe apni cadets ki bahut chinta hai.'
A shaky truce. A liking. A hero for Monami but an enigma for Karan. The euphoria dispersed slightly as reality smacked them in the face.
'You know what? Main aur Sid kuch bhi kar le, par tumhaare liye hum hamesha un rich, spoiled privileged logon ki tarah hi rahenge jinki wajah se tumhaara bhai ki death hui thi.'
'Haan! Rahogi! Kyunki tum ho unhi rich, spoiled, privileged kids jaise jinhe zindagi mein sab kuch itni asaani se mila hai ki kisi ki jaan tak ki parwaah nahi.'
Destiny threw them together again when a past turmoil resulted in a present crime-cum-mistake. Out of the mess of blood and tears sprang understanding and easy acceptance.
'Monami... jo kuch bhi hua... main kitni bhi maafi maang lo, wo kaafi nahi hai.'
'Jab tumhaari koi galti hai hi nahi, toh maafi kis baat ki?'
Misunderstandings and prejudice washed away in the blood of the gun wound, and all that remained was mutual respect and a sense of protectiveness for each other.
'Main apni selfishness ke liye uske dreams ruin nahi kar sakti, Sid!'
'Aapko jo karna hai, aap kijiye. Sue karna, kijiye. Case karna, kijiye. Enquiry baithaani, baithaiye. Par Monami abhi, isi waqt, mere saath, academy waapas jaa rahi hai.'
And so, things finally steadied back in their rocky ship, the waves calming down and a sense of comfort and ease with each other sailed their ship.
She was in love. High. Giddy.
He was oblivious. Clueless.
Their dynamics changed, their relationship changed. It grew deeper. Where once was misunderstanding, now came easy trust. Where once was prejudice, now came easy acceptance. Where once they stood face to face glaring at each other, now they stood side by side, ready to face the world.
'Sorry isliye kyunki maine tumhe unhi rich, privileged kids ki tarah samjha jinki wajah se... Param Bhaiya... par tum waisi ho nahi. Tum unke jaisi bilkul nahi ho. Aur galti meri hai ki main har ek privileged kid ko ek hi jaisa samajhta aaya hoon. You are different. You are special.'
'Phir baad mein pata chala itne bhi bure nahi ho. Matlab, tum achhe ho. Actually, sirf achhe nahi. Tum bahut, bahut, bahut achhe ho. And I... I... I really... I really, really, really like you.
'Dosti ka pehla kadam bhi toh bharosa hi hota hai. Aur Gappu se keh dena ki ab se academy mein tumhaare teen dost hain.'
'Karan, mera trust kabhi nahi todhega. I trust him. Wo bahar se dikhta strict hai, par andar se bahut zyaada caring hai.'
But as they say, if you fly too high, you're going to fall just as hard. It couldn't be truer for Monami.
'I love you, Karan Shergill.'
'Monami, yeh ho nahi sakta.'
Misunderstandings soared again, and this time, it was pain that outshone through with the anger.
Monami's confession shook their world, forcing them both off the uphill path of the mountain of their relationship and pushing them into the ditch of heartbreak and pain. Tears shed, blood flew, pain soared, their relation plunged.
'Tumhe kya farak padta hai? Tum toh kuchh bhi feel nahi karte, na, mere liye?'
'Monami, tumhe samajh kyun nahi aata?'
But the explanation of the mission that changed Karan Shergill forever was the bridge back from the ditch they had fallen into and they pulled themselves back on the mountain.
Their dynamics changed again, their relationship changed again. From cadet-trainer to friends to practically strangers.
A fresh start, that was what they wanted. A giddy teenage love crush phase was what they got.
Confused eyes. Red cheeks. Stumbling words.
And then... a chandelier.
And his world flipped. Again.
'Agar use kuchh ho jaata, na, toh main mar jaata, yaar!'
He was in love. Special Agent Karan Shergill was in love. Utterly, hopelessly and deeply in love with Doctor Monami Mahajan.
Love is in the air. And so is so much more. Jealousy, frustration, misunderstandings.
But amidst their misunderstandings, destiny strikes again. A disaster brought them together, and while they were busy knocking on the door of death, their love came knocking too.
'Sunn rahi hoon jo shayad tum kabhi nahi bologe.'
'Main tumse bahut zyaada pyaar karta hoon. I really, really love you.'
A hilarious, little memory tugging game and a near death situation later, the magnets met.
'I love you, Monami. I really, really love you.'
'I love you too, Khadoos Shergill.'
And so, their dynamics changed again. Their relation changed.
Dating. That's what they were doing. Boyfriend-girlfriend. That's what they were.
From cadet-trainer to friends to practically strangers to dating, it has been a journey and a breathtakingly beautiful one.
'Hum jahan bhi jaate, saath jaate, right? Par abhi bhi toh hum saath mein hain. Main yahin khush hoon.'
'Ek cheez hai jiske bina main bhi nahi reh sakta hoon. Tum.'
Boy met girl. Girls met boy. They fell in love.
And magic happened...
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