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Top 6 Underrated Comedy Scenes in IPK

Version: Arnav Singh Raizada & Situational Comedy

After a certain Khushi Kumari Gupta entered ASR’s life, let’s say she’s given him many moments to laugh. But sometimes, fate wants to laugh at his expense too. Here are six underrated moments in IPK where life did not give Arnav any lemons to make lemonade. 

1. Banwari, The Dhobi (S3, E10)

The one day Arnav decides to do something right, the entire universe conspires to make everything go wrong. His day pretty much goes like this; Mission “Khushi, I am Sorry” Obstacle #1: Arnav can’t say sorry. Everyone can, but no one helps. Because Arnav never asks for help.

Solution - Just find Khushi. Obstacle #2: Ask Lavanya. Feign ignorance… feign ignorance… doesn’t Lavanya know who I’m talking about? Feign ignorance… she’s taken a vacation WHAT *fuck*.

Solution - Call Khushi

Obstacle #3: Can’t English when Khushi’s on the phone. Also, cuts the call himself, has the Rabba Ve wind, and facepalms himself.  But the moment of this hilarious day that takes the cake is when Arnav instructs JP on whoever is by the door, to send that person to his room.  Arnav (ready with the intense look): I need to speak to you

Someone with a voice that does not give him the Rabba Ve : Yes sir, tell me, anyways I’m used to the [scolding] Arnav (turns dramatically, intensity dead): WHO ARE YOU? 

Not Khushi: Banwari, aapka dhobi.  *sigh* We’re with you Arnav bitwa, we’re with you. Although you shouldn’t have yelled at Banwari ji. Banwari kinda predicted though. 

2. Oh Aman! (S3, E34)

Before Khushi, khushingly, threw the mitti (soil) all over herself which led to the gentle-hot-sexy-eye-blow-dust-shy Rabba Ve; the mitti was in her hands, in his pot, and all the way from Arnav’s room to the living room.

And here was Aman, being Aman, taking every meticulous note of what his sir was saying.

“Okay Aman, I was saying that our delegates are arriving tomorrow at Banglore. Prepare your team and give them-” Arnav notices the soil on the floor “-Mitti?” 

“Foreign delegates ko mitti dena hai, sir?” We should give the foreign delegates soil, sir? 

No Aman bitwa!

“Oh Shut up Aman!”

This moment is outright hilarious and one can literally see Aman blurting out the first thought in his head - and it’s too late - before he gets yelled at by Arnav.

Poor Aman though;

ASR: *asks for confirmation by asking Aman to repeat*

Aman: *repeats*

ASR: *says something stupid*

Aman: *repeats?*

ASR: Oh shut up *I was commenting on something you have no idea and I expect you to understand my stupidity as you are more worthy than me in several scenarios and I don’t think you are human*

3. The Newly Shadi Shuda Arnav Singh Raizada (S6, E31)

When Arnav Singh Raizada got hitched (more like forcing a woman to elope with him), one expected many hearts to be broken. After all, the kunwara krorepati - bachelor billionaire - was off the market! But the one heart that I never expected to be broken by Arnav’ marital status, was of Shukla ji’s! Alternating between an Arnav who had no idea that man before him existed, and the canteen waala who believes he is an intrinsic part of Arnav’s life - it is one of the funniest scenes in the show. Shukla: Sir, I was just gone for a day and-

ASR: Who the hell are you?

Shukla: Sir I’m Shukla, the canteen waala *cue ugly crying* I AM THE ONE who brings your daily morning tea, without sugar, and your daily evening coffee, without sugar, to you.

ASR: *invoking Kanan Biswa from MPKDH Pretentious Movie Review* Toh problem kya hai?

Shukla: Sir that’s exactly what I’m asking, if there was an issue with *sobs*

ASR: Come to the point

Shukla: Nobody wants the canteen food, they’ve all found a new lunch service *sobbing continues* This provides me the bread and butter for my home and YOU destroyed-

ASR: What the! What did I do?

Shukla: YOU. GOT. MARRIED

ASR: I got married, how is that a problem to you?

Shukla: *sobs and leaves*

ASR: Sabki problem kya hai yaar! it’s awesome seeing ASR say yaar Crazy people.

*If this scene does not make you laugh, I will be extremely judgmental of you* 

Also whoever played Shukla ji, your crying was epic. 

4. Presenting Lakshmi Nagar, by Manorama Raizada (S7, E1)

There’s one thing about going to your in-laws house, there’s another thing of somebody frightening you to no end about it.

Manorama and Arnav have the strangest friendship - they are both well aware of the other’s faults and are not hesitant to use those faults - but somehow believe the first thing that is out of their mouths.

This scene might have not been funny, if Arnav was not straight up terrified and believing everything Mami ji said (until she would say something completely obnoxious). One can see that Arnav literally hangs on every word Mami says *lol*

Arnav: *can handle a fashion empire, a sleazy brother-in-law and millions of rupees*

Mami: *describes food floating in oil at his in-laws house*

Arnav: *nearly shits his pants*

This scene truly works wonders because of the fantastic acting and chemistry between Barun Sobti and Utkarsha Naik.

5. Khushi’s Dream Man, Not Arnav Singh Raizada (S7, E3)

Arnav knew Khushi liked Salman, enough to put a poster in his room to annoy the hell out of him. But here he sees that she loves Salman. Honestly dreams about marrying him - in a cheaply cut out poster of him and her in a palanquin.

And even though he has been in her room several times before, this is the first team he notices the little things about her.

It is cute and hilarious because in one second Arnav has five immediate opinions about her.

Arnav: I have to see Salman here, too? That too six times?

Arnav: Certified crazy… wait… what’s that

Arnav: A wedding palanquin with Khushi and… what… Salman?! WHAT THE?

Arnav: SHE ACTUALLY DREAMS OF MARRYING HIM?

Arnav: She’s crazy, childish but adorable, loveable and oh my fuck this little cutie patootie asdfghjk ahh I need to stahp;

The mental ‘what the’ was loud enough to shatter the walls of Gupta house.

Also, Barun, you are a treasure.

6. Never Underestimate the Power of a Common Belan (& Bua ji) (S8 E9)

I cannot begin with what I love about this specific episode. It is AMAZING to see Arnav get roasted (sorry bitwa), especially by his in-laws for a very valid reason.

He forgot his wife’s birthday. And he realised that. While yelling at her. In her home. In front of her family *slow claps*.

The hilarious series of moments begin from Arnav stating he doesn’t want to eat, and Bua ji (oh I love her in these episodes) just comes in front of him - stares at him - and challenges him to leave the house without eating. #ToughLove #BuajiRoxx (Abha ji, you are amazing)

The day really isn’t cut out for Arnav. It isn’t.

How Not To Celebrate Your Wife’s Birthday  - Arnav Singh Raizada

On the night before her birthday, call her the biggest mistake of your life (don’t worry, if she wants to leave the house have something in handy to blackmail her with to stay back).

On the day of her birthday, yell at her, preferably in her house, where her family is present.

Oh, you still don’t know it’s her birthday.

Try to say h-hha…happ…ha

Don’t refuse lunch. Bua ji has a powerful belan.

Tell your wife hh..hh-hhaaa– happy singh?

Notice what she’s missing, and buy the replacement (especially one that does not suit her style nor necessities)

Don’t attempt to pacify the family.

Eat 584219 puris, no questions asked.

Then look at your wife, ask for…. water.

Continue eating the puris.

DON’T ATTEMPT TO FLIRT IF YOU CAN’T GO BEYOND HA–HA–

Get served more puris. Win the family’s heart, oh fuck, not your wife’s though.

Give her the gift, selected and signed by your assistant. Oh, and don’t forget to say ha-ha—handsfree?

Act surprised when; she doesn’t believe the gift is yours, uses the bag what several middle class people use bags for, gets a heart attack on the price.

Oh don’t mention the price of the gift.

Forcibly feed cake, cut the cake, and attempt to flirt when she’s absolutely not in the mood.

Kiss her and give her the one meaningful gift, when she’s asleep.

Realise that you’ve fucked up and you’ll fuck up further. It’s a good thing you married her (oh shit and reminded her about the contract) and your cousin is her friend who can help you for the rest of your life.

With sincere What Thes, ASR.

Penned by NK. So that’s it for today - hope you all had a fun time reading this! And a big hug to all those who inspired me (you know who you are).

A big thank you to the scriptwriters and creatives for coming with these wonderful moments - comedy is one of the most difficult things to write!

[msbhagirathi]

The Madhumati Gupta Buaji Weekly

Mugzeen Adison (Magazine Edition)

Namaste Nandkisore!

Aasaa karat hain ki, nandkisore, aap sab logan theek haai. Hum logan bhi theek haai, nandkisore. Sasi babua bhi ab theek hi haai bas pahile se tanik kamjor hui gaye, chhari ke sahare chalat haain ab. Aoor humka bataye rahe ki oo ki ee halat bhi oo Syaam ki kirpa rahi. Humra mann toh karat raha ki oo sasure ko ek ghumaai ke lagay de ki jindagi bhar phir aisan kucho karat ki jurrat naa karihe, haa.

Chalo choro babua/bitiya. Arre nandkisore ab tanik aapan baat bhi karau, ghar mein sab logan theek haai na? Tohre Amma-Bauji, tohri kauno humre jaisan Buaji hau toh oo sab theek haai na, nandkisore?

Ab kaa batyay tohka, nandkisore. Kal parso ki baat rahi, Sanka Devi aayi gayi phudakti-phudakti Laxminagar. Humka kahine lagi ki Arnav babua ke daftar mein kauno mugzeen-wugzeen ke khaatir humka kucho likhna haai. Hum kahe ki ab nandkisore humre jamane mein toh hum aoor tohre phuphaji itni chitthi likhat rahe ki bas pucho naahi. Toh oo kahi ki theek haai buaji aap chitthi likh ke humko bataay dena hum aa kar le jayenge, ab humri buddhi bhi umar ke kaaran mand pari rahi, oo ka jaaye ke baad, hum bhi bhul gaye nandkisore.

Saara kaam karke aaike baithe the, ki oo ka fone aayi gaya, humka puchi ki chhitthi likhe haai ki naahi, toh hum kahe, nandkisore, kaam mein thora byast hoyi gaye the, abhi likhat rahe.

Ab hum kaa bataay, nandkisore, humri jindagi mein kauno bataane layak khaas toh kucho haai nahi. Athaarah (18) ke the, amma-bauji ne byaah karaaye diya, tohre phuphaji un dino rail maashter kaa kaam karat rahe. Byaah ke baad humka liye eehan Delhi aayi gaye Laxminagar, ab nandkisore tabahu se hum idhar hi rahat haai.

[Buaji aur phuphaji honeymoon ke liye puri dilli ghume the. Phuphaji jab bhi kaam ke wajah se dusri jagah jaate toh wahan se buaji ko chitthi likhte the. ~Buaji ki pyaari SD ;)]

Sabahu theek chalat raha tha. Byaah ke teen saal baad, ek din khabar mili ki kauno train mein aag lag gayi haai, aoor bohut logan ki jaan gayi haai, a phir hum bhi chakkar kaat kaat kar thak gaye, nandkisore, daftar se aspataal aoor aspataal se phir daftar, phir unke daftar se ek din chhitthi aaye ki tohre phuphaji toh milat naahi toh unki penson ki raakam ab humko mila karegi, hum bohut roye oo din.

Bohut hi ache insaan the, nandkisore, hum behad prem karat the, ab kaa karaein, oo din ke baad se hum aapan nandkisore ke charno mein samarpit hoye gaye. Khair jaane do nandkisore. Ee sab toh bohut purani baat rahi.

Aye nandkisore, agar tumlogan ka kauno dikkat paresaani rahe toh humka bataayi dio, hum tohka tanik samajhaai denge, aoor baaki sab humre nandkisore ke haathon chor denge, theek haai naa? Bilkul kauno dikkat rahi toh bitiya humka aapan buaji samajh kar, eehan aaike bataai dena, mann bhi thora halka hoat jayi. Aoor hum toh waisan bhi jyaada kaam-kaaj naa kar sakat haai naa, toh pura din bas baith ke hi gujar jaat haai. Tohka chitthi likhan ke khaatir humra bhi tanik samay beet jaye.

Ab hum thehre bujurg, humse kaun baat karihe? Oo bhi chitthi likhke, nandkisore? Aajkal toh naa jaane kaa oosab bhatsup-discaard bhagwaan jaane aoor kaa-kaa aayi gaye haai, chitthi likhne ka phursat kaun ke paas rahai?

Khair choro. Humka toh aoor kuch soojh hi naahi rahat haai nandkisore, aoor kaa likhe? Chalao phir rakhte haai kuch batana hau toh likhat dena theek haai naa?

Aoor haan. Humka sunne mein aawat haai ki Sanka Devi ki kauno saheli ka aaj janam din raha? Ee baat sach haai ka, nandkisore? Janam din ki bohut bohut subhkamna tohka, nandkisore. Khub kaam karau, mehnat karau, Arnav babua aoor titaliya ke jaisan naam-paisa kamao, aoor tohka pati-parmeswar toh bohut hi bhagyawaan raha ki oo ka tohre jaisan patni milat rahi, nandkisore (byaah kee ho ki naahi, nandkisore?)

Aoor humri taraf se kauno meethaai wagerah khaa lena, tohka ghar ka pata (address) hota toh dukaan se jalebi aoor kucho dusri meethaai bhijwai dete par kauno baat naahi bitiya muskuraayete rehna. Jindagi mein rone ke bohut mauke milenge par muskuraaye ke mauke khud hi dhundne parat haai, nandkisore.

Chalao phir, ab rakhat haai. Garima ke saath mandir jaanat haai nandkisore. Namaste.

P.S. : Lol. I got this idea today like literally today and then thought of getting started but now I am kinda confused about something whether I should continue this one from buaji's POV only or I should write from all the characters' POV's. Let me know. And also ket me know ki yeh kuch samajh mein aaya bhi ki ekdum kachra kar diya hai maine. Lol :') Ok so I should have added this bit in the beginning but nvrmnd *shrugs* So I have considered double 'a' for आ sound, double 'o' for ऊ sound, double 'e' for इ sound and single 'a' is for अ sound, rest if you find any kind of confusion, please feel free to ask for help, considering this is not regular Hindi so :) Ok. Bye. God bless you.

[dear-devi-maiyya]

Dear DM, I think everybody's gonna grow tomatoes at me for my confession but I found NK to be very very annoying. Like his broken hindi and being all touchy-touchy to Khushi pissed me off real bad. Apart from him helping Khushi during Arnav's kidnapping, I really really detested his character. Haye re Nandkisore!

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

What is something about IPKKND for which you want my absolute honest opinion of?

(like Jalebi’s opinion and not an analysis of the show - feel free to send an ask or drop it in notes)

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Saheb, Bibi Aur Ghulaam

#1

For IPKKND’s 13th anniversary, hosted by the lovelies @arshifiesta

1903, Kolkata

Nandkisore sat by the ghats, watching the sun set on the Ganges. Devotees offered prayers while lovers sat in the ferries, gently bobbing from one end of the river bank to the other.

Not too many summers ago he had arrived, with barely a paisa in his pocket, and only a few local words that he had picked from fellow travellers.

“What were you thinking about sahab?” Mohan, his rickshaw puller, asked. Nandkisore chuckled at being referred as a sahab. It would take him some time to get used to that honorific. Granted, his patent for a new type of printer at the printing press gave him a financial security that his ancestors had never seen, but that couldn’t really make him a sahab.

Nandkisore pointed to the sprawling mansion across the river.

Sheesh Mahal

Owned by the richest zamindar in the city. By a true sahab - Arnav Mullick.

“Oh Maa! Did you know him? Were you both friends? Is that how you learned how to make money?” Mohan asked.

“No, Arnav sahab was my employer,” Nandkisore said. The formidable Arnav Mullick was nobody’s friend but his kindest, sweetest wife was the closest friend Nandkisore ever had.

And the only thing he learned in the godforsaken house was tragedy.

— — —

1897, Kolkata

The white marbles and mirrors of Sheesh Mahal made it stand like a diamond amidst the city. A step into the haveli and one would think another city lived inside it. Water fountains to an army of servant, Nandkisore hoped to find some employment within that army.

As a Punjabi lad he struggled to find meaning between all the Bengali words thrown left and right at him, but he was able to piece together what all the househelp agreed on.

Since he hadn’t seen the haveli in entirety yet, he must see the central courtyard! Chhote sahab, although strict, disposed the idea of servants not being allowed in certain areas or using separate cutlery.

Huh, it was surprising that in a house of two brothers it was the younger one that wielded more power.

But why would anyone be surprised? Given his progressive ideals that made him a favorite amongst the workers and a sore in the eye among other zamindars, London return Chhote sahab brought the financially wrought Mullick household into prosperity.

The househelp clearly favoured him, reciting some of his speeches as well. For those who blamed modernization and London as an influence for his liberalism, he laughed that studying the English and seeing the effects of their Industrial Revolution opened his eyes in ways one could never imagine.

So Nandkisore was eager to meet Chhote Sahab. But before that - a trip to the main courtyard. There were whispers of tapestry belonging from the Mughal eras, intricate woodwork that took countless hours and men to produce, ingenious architecture that illuminated the courtyard at all times of the day.

Except nothing caught Nandkisore’s eyes apart from the lady in red, sitting on a swing.

“That’s Choto boumaa,” one whispered.

Nandkisore reddened, for having admired the wife of Chhote Sahab. But there was a genuine goodness in her that radiated an aura of kindness, of childishness.

Little bells chimed in the air as the youngest bride of the house swung high, her alta stained feet adorned with heavy payals, a Jalebi in her hand.

None could ever look at her with an evil eye. She was a good person. He knew it. He believed in it.

The bahu nearly jumped off the swing when a babu appeared. Given the way he strode to her with two helpers who had a pile of gifts - sarees and jewleries - that must be Chhote Sahab!

Then why did a chill run up Nandkisore’s spine?

“Dada, you have no business gifting things to my vwife.” A man strode into the courtyard, his gait enough to frighten the babu’s two helpers.

Tall, sharp nosed and not a hair out of place. His eyes held an icy wrath that could shake the soul out of any ordinary man. Nandkisore knew that that man had to Chhote Sahab.

Then who was the other man? And why was he gifting Chhoto Boumaa?

A bile rose up in NK’s through as understanding dawned.

“A wife who spends all her time alone? Perhaps you and I aren’t that different Chhote,” The babu scoffed.

“If I find you, again, near my wife, then you can find yourself another home.” The young bride cowered behind her husband - clenching her saree in anxiety.

“ARNAV! HOW DARE YOU!”

“Keep your voice down Shyam Mullick, if it wasn’t for boudi’s plea then…”

Of course, the other babu was Barrister Shyam Mullick. The older son, the heir eclipsed by his younger brother.

Shyam threw the gifts aside and stormed off. Nandkisore breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God Chhote Sahab had arrived in time, if not then Chhoto Boumaa would have had to deal with the sleaze of a brother in law-

“Your greed has no end, does it?” She yelped, her arms in Arnav’s brutal grip.

“Na, na ami-” her soft pleas for mercy had no audience in him.

Nandkisore dropped a metal bowl and ducked, Arnav sprang apart from his wife and walked away, while the fragile woman picked up the fallen Jalebi from the floor to put it away.

Her eyes were full of tears, and Nandkisore rued on the fate she had. Her home had two men who abused her and she had nowhere to run.

He was thankful Chhote sahab didn’t see him drop the bowl.

He was careful to tiptoe away.

“Darao,” he halted at Chhoto Boumaa’s order. She studied his face for a moment.

“Shukriya,” she whispered.

“Oh no no, please Chhoti Malkin-”

“Call me Khushi please,”

— — —

A/N; finally!!! Here’s my little contribution to the festival! Enjoy enjoy and let me know your thoughts 😊

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hi JWB! How are you doing? I was rewatching ipkknd and came across the episode where Khushi decides to leave after Arnav calls her his"biggest mistake " Had she left before he turned up do you think she would have gone home and confided in Bhuaji? Also, would Arnav have gone behind her immediately or waited till morning and do you think he would have got her back? Thanks

Hey there Anon!

I'm doing well :) Hope you're well too.

No she wouldn't. Khushi doesn't have anyone to confide to in general and she knows revealing her marriage (or the lack of it) would cause more issues in their families than any resolutions.

Also Khushi, inherently, never wants to bother anyone nor does she know how to share her problems. So there's no way she'd tell Buaji about her marital troubles and bother her old aunt.

Of course Arnav would straight up march and get her home. And they'd have a big fight. And he would've told the 14 days left to her in the Gupta house and blackmailed her to get back with him.

However,

I think it would've been a super interesting track if he blackmailed her at Gupta House and Buaji overheard it. It would give Buaji the chance to shine as a completely positive character who'd get protective of Khushi and a solid redemption track to Arnav - but I guess it was too much drama and the audience was perhaps getting tired of the constant struggles and they needed comedy.

Which, again, in my opinion could've played for immense comedy. Cause when Buaji is stern with Arnav - it's hilarious to watch! Just imagine after a heartbreaking argument and Buaji banishing Arnav from Gupta House - Arnav resolves to get Khushi back (and earn Buaji's good graces) but it's impossible with Madhumati.

Arnav brings gifts - she throws them on his face (and he probably falls on gobar on that process).

Arnav tries to apologize to Khushi but of course he has a hesitation saying anything beyond the soft 'sorry' and Buaji butting in with - WHY ARE YOU SORRY? WHAT DO YOU THINK MY NIECE WILL BE OK WITH ONE WORD? WHERE IS THE REST OF YOUR APOLOGY? SAY IT LOUDER!

And everytime they accidentally Rabba Ve, Buaji would butt in.

It would be hilarious because at one point even Khushi would forgive Arnav but Buaji wouldn't until Arnav has genuinely mellowed down;

Buaji: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU NEVER MARRIED HER?"

Arnav: "No, that's not true. She's my legally married wife."

Buaji: "HAYE RE NANDKISORE THEN YOU WERE LYING TO HER?"

Arnav: ...

Khushi: "You lied to me???"

Imagine Buaji and Khushi teaming up and slamming the door on a flabbergasted Arnav's face. And of course you'd pace the comedy with some genuinely tender moments where Arnav actually apologies, Buaji apologises to Khushi for forcing her with Shyam and denouncing her on the day of the elopement and Khushi apologises to Arnav for hiding about Shyam (most likely Buaji will).

It wouldn't be your classic redemption track but it would have the heavy rom-com tropes and Buaji+Arnav is my favorite comedic duo tbh and the only one who isn't intimidated a bit by Arnav.

But yes, that's my lengthy answer that went into more of a 'what if' category, lol.

Best,

JWB

[msbhagirathi]

IPKKND LIVE BLOG - Season 1 [Episode 1]

Sooooooooooooo, I thought of live blogging the show, coz I have not yet watched the whole series at one go. Yeah, I know that's a little weird, coz what the hell then how the fck do you call yourself a fan then see the thing is from the very first time I used to skip a lot of episodes in between of watching only the 'interesting ones' *cries*. I KNOW OKAY !?!?! I RUINED THE EXPERIENCE MYSELF BY HITTING A KULHARI IN MY OWN LEGS!?!!??! But how would I have known that I would be hooked to this show like this, like obsessively hooked, like what the fck. Okay, in some other post I will share my first impression of this show and my POV for ITV today(altho no one asked for it *presses a tight lipped smile*) Let's start the epi thennnnnnn, come onnnnnnnn.

Hmm. Lucknow. Gomti Sadan (Since 1943)

Buaji's very first 'Haye Re Nandkisore' makes an appearance.

"Arre Khussi ka mauka hai." Irony. I might be over analyzing it but this sounded like it's Khushi's chance today(at luck? at love?) maybe because today she will meet him for the first time. Also the next dialogue we hear is from a silhouette of Khushi.

Payal doubts their decision to negotiate this with 'jijaji'. Khushi is shown from the back. Then, eyes. Then, back. Then, eyes. Then, lips. Then, again eyes.

Buaji is in the mood to dance. Babuji is worried about the dowry, but one look at his Payalia smiling and now the only thing important for him is his daughter's happiness. I realized that I loved this scene. There's something special about a father beaming with joy on seeing his daughter smiling that makes him forget all about his worries.

Khushi tying her laces of the tennis shoes while looking down at the dance sequence going on.(What was that song, was it an OST? I couldn't find it anywhere) Tennis shoes. Hmm. we all had that same shoe for PT uniform.

Ads. Ads. ADS.

Khushi is revealed in full at the mandir in front of her best friend, Devi Maiyya.

'Maaf kijiye kaka ji abhi thodi si jaldi hai, baaki ki maafi laut kar maangte hain." Lol. Nothing. Just Khushi being herself for 10 seconds straight.

Dowry. 10 Lakh in cash and his shop papers for another 10. Babuji already doubtful (very rightfully so!) of the kind of family that they are getting Payal married into. Garima trying to erase those doubts by her sick 'excuses'.

Lol. Khushi, in a green and pink lehenga, driving a scooter having milk canisters attached to it, and guess what, everyone, literally EVERYONE, in the road is staring at her. Ughhh. Girls facing eve-teasing in India, unfortunately a very common thing.

A cute scene is here, guys. Like wow. Look at her excuse. She is going to school for a drama competition looking like princess. "Then where is your prince?", asks that kucchi-mucchi kid(yeah I feel like pulling his cheeks.)

Khushi looks up, to the kid, at the question ANDDDDDDDDDDD FINALLY GUYSSSSSSSS.

The bg score changes to an-introductory?-'important?'- instrumental. And there comes the first scene of Sobti flying in, in a helicopter. Lol. I remember an interview where he said this that he still remembers that first scene, and later getting demoted to SUVs. Lol.

Anyways, homies. Get ready. Drone shot of Lucknow and then-

UGHHHHHHHH. ADS. HOTSTAR WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOR!?!?!!?

Sheesh Mahal.

There aren't even enough guards to stop the media from running further towards the helipad. They can easily do so but- maybe they were given a warning for not crossing a line. Who knows? *shrugs*

ASR revealed. His ASR BG playing in its full bloom. Full bloom. Lol. Does that even make sense? I hope it does.

Is it only me or anyone else also feels that there is a huge distance between where Bitwa is standing and where the reporters are? *shrugs*

Btw he seems like he does not even give a fck to what they are saying.

We get a glimpse of Arnav's traumatic past. And the scene cuts to Arnav getting jolted out by-a Dove?- Coincidence? I think not. Dove is a symbol of peace. Metaphor playing at its best. As today he will also meet the person who will become his solace for forever.

Also, that transition from Arnav to ASR. Take a bow, Mr. Sobti. *bows down with joined hands*

Chachaji. Epitome of Hypocrisy. Talking about morals. Arnav's face is like 'Just shut the fck up, chachaji.'

Here, chachaji thought he would be getting the money. But, to clear his doubt, Arnav shuts the suitcase and passes it to Khan Saheb, indicating the opposite.

Arnav's first dialogue.

He said two lines, here. I think the first line clears the air for chachaji that things are serious, and the second line was a hint given to him to realise who he is dealing with, that is, his late brother's son. Arnav hinted at his greed for money and property. But, for him money is his occupation, his business. "Paisa mera shauk nahi, pesha hai." But, unsurprisingly chachaji did not get it.

Khan Saheb reveals that he has sold the Sheesh Mahal to Raizada Sa'ab. Chachaji's face is worth looking at.

D-dddd-did you see the contrast in their opinions about zameer, asul aur paisa....???? My goshhhhh. Like they are exact opposite, poles apart.

Okay a little glossary here : Zameer- conscience Asul(or usul, both are the same, only accent is different)- morals paisa- money

He finally let his chachaji know who he is. Lol. Look at his (chachaji's) face.

Fashion Show.

The first two models walk in with ASR. The right one's dress was fine, but. Umm. Look at the left one. They simply took a red dress and stitched a net dupatta to it. wOw. fAsHiOn. And this is nothing. There's more to come. Just wait till ASR's introduction speech is over.

Raizada Show, the biggest annual show. Collection name was- Sonar?- can anyone decode it? Why did Sobti had to mumble it?

First personal question. Ignore. Second personal question. Lashes out politely. Third personal question. Just shut the fck up and mind your own business. Very apt representation of Indian Media, today.

Chicky?-Tricky?-Chicken?- Textiles', What the hell did you mumble Mr. Sobti???? have introduced a new technology, then obviously i-is it only me or anyone else as well that seriously didn't understand what did he mumbled here-?? But guess what, Anjali Di understood it. DI PLEASE TELL USSSSS. PLSSSSS.

His sister can read him so well. Even tho he MUMBLES everything he says. Which is also not very much.

Arnav is saying that he has already moved on long ago while getting teary eyed about getting reminded of his past. The most painful scene. No, bitwa you haven't moved on you have just suppressed all your emotions under this tight lid called 'ASR'.

Every one at Gomti Sadan is worried about Khushi and the papers' absence.

It took Khushi almost the whole day to reach Sheesh Mahal. Arnav what is this behaviour??? Why didn't you send a car for your wife?? Heh. Lol. JK.

Khushi proves that she is a child trapped in a body of a late teen here. Lol. Look at her. "Bhool bhoolaiya, chale hai paiya, raah bata do mori maiyya, aaj batado humko rasta, tumhe khila dun puri khasta." while turning round and round for the hint of the correct 'direction'. And Devi Maiyya directed her straight to her prince.

Tears pooling in her eyes, lips taking devi maiyya's name continuously, closes her eyes. Khushi has absolutely no idea what is she expected to do. She is just standing and waiting for something to happen.

This sequence is the eye sequence. You might already know the symbolization. Khushi closed her eyes for strength and support just as Arnav opened his to open a new chapter of his life.

Arnav is quite shocked and angry as well. And then the famous fall and catch happens.

Here, Arnav, on getting a close up of Khushi's face, kind of likes what he sees. Guys, Khushi's fingers clutching on Arnav's collar is just- *takes a deep breath and starts hyperventilating*

He looks at the eyes. Hazel brown. Then, looks down at the lips. Pink gloss. Shiny. Trembling. Back to the eyes. quite the same rhythm that they followed while introducing Khushi.

The Aesthetic of the scene is so beautiful. Arnav's face, Khushi's face, them in an intense eye lock along with the Golden lights and sparkles in the background. Khushi taking a look at his lips in turn. *sighs dreamily*

Screen fades. Precap starts. *quickly pauses it* I am not a huge fan of spoilers so I generally don't watch them.

P.S.: Okay so the other dresses weren't that bad. I am sorry I doubted your skilz, bitwa. You are bhery talonted.

I hope you loved it coz I had a lot of fun doing this. :)

Next Episode!

[msbhagirathi]

Welcome back @nunu-25

Long time no chat. Kabhi kabhi hum logan se baat bhi kar liyo nandkisore..

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Top 9 NK Scenes In IPKKND | Iss Podcast Ko Kya Naam Doon

We're back with our little list and this time we analyze one of our favorite characters from Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon (IPKKND) and that is one and only NK 'urf' Nandkisore essayed by the brilliant Karan Goddwani! 

 From humor to sensitivity, a true friend and a constant positive character - NK has won all our hearts and highlighted the beauty of just being a good human being. So here are some of our favorite scenes - feel free to add yours favorites on the comments below!

Much love,

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Agent J, this is S-A. Here

Dearest S-A, Tumblr again ate your ask *grrr* the above is all I got, I’m so sorry - try sending your ask again.

Love, 

Agent J

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Sunday Samachaar #2

Namaste everyone. 

I, your favorite Kamlesh Khabri, is back. 

Here’s the welcome page for this blog.

Remember me, if not then read this amezing post. 

So this is how this blog will function (since I’m the editor in chief of Jalebi-ji’s blog). Every Sunday is dedicated to the wonderful audience who interacts with Jalebi-ji and the weekdays are dedicated to Jalebi-ji’s posts and gifs and stories. 

So update time: I helped (film) Jalebi-ji’s moving and packing rooms so hence I missed giving any update and responding to asks the last time. 

Currently I have sixteen asks in my askbox.

So send in your love for Anjali-ji *cough* I mean for Jalebi ji!!!

By the way this is world news:

Amreeka decided to step back 100 years by deciding to overturn the legalized right to abortion. I say best decision - start by doing compulsory reversible vasectomy on all men. I’m not American BUT I AM READY. Scissors nikaalo nandkisore! Main toh kabse hoon ready taiyaar, katale saiyaan zimmedaari seeee (get the scissors out and get ready to snip)

Russian Ukraine war is still going on. Kyunki Putin sathiyagaya hai (Putin is mad). Sarkai lo sathia Putin laage. 

Palestine, Syria, Yemen, Afghanistan - crisis still exists there but because they’re not fair enough to be in fair and lovely ads, the world forgets them like they forgot Dhruv in IPK. Taking Only Desi’s holy word - they’re not Gori enough to be Gori Gori Gori Gori Gori Gori, kabhi kabhi chori chori chori chori... (not fair enough to dance in a Hindi song that’s literally called ‘oh fair one’)

Ranveer paaji’s Jayeshbhai Jordaar is in trouble because they showed how doctors illegally reveal gender of fetuses. So yes, sue a film for educating an audience about reality because our Indian courts have no other work to do. 

Sri Lanka is in its worst financial crisis. Tourism is one of their most important sources on income but COVID impacted it greatly. Toh bhai, jaake apne padosi ko hi hello karke aao. (Go and meet your neighbors).

Climate is at its worst. But we can make a difference. Kaise? Find out - make an effort, because;

And there are millions of people who are doing good. Greta meri bachi *nazar na lage*

Chalo, answering your IPK questions now :)

Best regards-wa,

- Kamlesh Khabri, all Sunday Samachaars are found here. 

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Hi S&R. how are u guys I have been listening to your podcast as a stress buster thus wanted to thank u, and I am the same anon who asked about shashi and Arnav. I have request its totally upto u guys to fulfil or not as u guys have life. My request is if u could make a shot of their 1st conversation like on what occasion do they talk, about whats its like for both(inner feelings).🙏😊

Hello Anon!

FIRST OF ALL I AM SO SORRY FOR POSTING THIS AFTER AGES. 

LITERALLY.

I am S and this is my blog, you can check out R's awesome blog here

Thank you so much for being so sweet and for loving our podcast - we're always happy to hear such things!

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Arnav, Shashi OS: Damaad Ji

Once upon a time Arnav had teased Khushi at her strange ability to cry when she was overwhelmed with happiness. Today he finally found himself on her side.

Happiness had rarely come in full for Arnav to cry on it. There was pleasure, relief or heartbreak - but a complete sense of joy without impending doom? It had been a long time since such an event had happened.

Tears pricked his eyes as he tried to shush a sobbing Khushi.

"Arnav, Babuji can speak! He can actually speak full sentences!" Khushi gripped him, looking at him with her teary eyes and bright smile.

"I know," he smiled, pressing the briefest kiss on her forehead. Khushi held his wrist and grabbed him into the recovery room.

Shashi sat on the hospital bed, becoming the one to shush his sobbing wife and sister. Bua ji kept chanting Nandkisore and Garima held his hand.

"I am fine Jiji. And Garima ji, please don’t cry." Garima nodded and dabbed her eyes with the edge of her pallu.

"Say Jiji again?" Bua ji asked, her glossy eyes shining with happiness. For a moment Madhumati and Shashi were transported to their childhood. Where an eight years old, oily haired Madhumati with two missing teeth ran skipped the evening prayers because her baby brother had finally said the most important word in her life.

"Jiji." Madhumati cried and hugged her brother. Arnav watched all the tears and hugs with a fond smile.

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Shashi observed Arnav with a keen eye. He had taken a fondness for this quiet man ever since Khushi had developed a fondness to him. He learned much later that this was her boss and that took a heavy blow on his image of Arnav, but watching him dote on Khushi brought a smile on his face.

In the past many a times they had exchanged a glance, being the only two quiet people in the room. Earlier in the days Arnav used to never meet his eyes completely, hesitating to even say ‘Happy Diwali’. Shashi hadn’t realised why the stranger had hesitated until he saw the long looks exchanged between his youngest daughter and him. 

The next time Arnav refused to meet his eyes when he and Khushi had eloped. For all asking questions to Khushi about their marriage, Shashi knew that the man looking away was responsible for it. 

The last time Arnav hesitated to meet his eyes, it was the first time he had come to live at Gupta house. Arnav’s discomfort was evident, and his behavior had worried Shashi to a great extent. However, the more time they spent together, the more Arnav smiled and opened up with the family.

So much so Shashi felt he had to bring Khushi’s attention to the poor child being overfed by Jiji as Arnav forgot Khushi’s birthday. It was the one time Arnav had an SOS signal painted on his eyes. 

But ever since then there was a touch of fondness and sincerity in the eyes his daughter loved. The eyes that no longer shied or hesitating from meeting his. 

Arnav walked towards Shashi, feeling like a child heading to his parent for an assessment of his behavior. 

“Uncle, how’re you?” Shashi smiled as Arnav pulled up a chair and tried to make small talk. 

“Thanks to you I’m fine bitwa, how about you?” Arnav refused the gratitude. Helping Shashi with his treatments was the least he could do. It was something he should’ve done a long time ago. 

“I also heard that you bought this house as well as our shop in Lucknow. Thank you.”

“Uncle please, now you’re embarrassing me. It’s nothing big... in fact I should’ve done it a long time ago.” Arnav sighed. Shashi nodded. There was a point of time when he had several questions to ask. But seeing the unparalleled love between Arnav and Khushi, the way he appeared to marry her regardless of their pasts rest all his questions. 

Perhaps one day he’d ask him. 

"Babuji!” Khushi walked in with a tray of jalebis and a bowl of halwa. Shashi laughed as Khushi struggled under the weight of the sweets. However before he could say anything Arnav was with her in two steps, setting the sweets on the table. 

“Thank you Arnav-ji,” Khushi singsonged for him.

“You’re welcome Khushi-ji.” Arnav mimicked her tone. Khushi laughed and slightly hit him on his shoulder.  Shaking her head, she picked up a jalebi and sat next to her father, holding the sweet to his mouth.  

“Babuji, I finally need your opinion on my sugar free sweets. There’s not a single Raizada who tells me truth.” Khushi sighed. 

“Excuse me?” Arnav commented, picking up a sugar free jalebi for himself. 

“Haan, excuse you.” Khushi turned back to her father, expectantly waiting for his review.

“It’s brilliant Khushi. When have you ever done anything that’s not brilliant?” Shashi teased. Khushi gave him a big toothy grin and helped herself to a jalebi. 

“Offo Babuji! But I’m glad you liked it. You’re the only one who gives honest comments on my cooking unlike my dearest husband who chomped down an entire breakfast of half cooked halwa and a crispy puri.”

“Crispy puri?” Shashi asked, wondering if he heard the word crispy for a puri. 

“Uncle,” Arnav cut in, “my wife is a hypocrite. She happily ate and praised my burnt jalebis once.” His damaad made jalebis?

“Arrey that’s because it was your first time! So I loved it.” Khushi huffed and crossed her arms. 

“And I cannot love your halwa puri?” Arnav mimicked her pose, raising a single eyebrow. 

“But Arnav-ji I know how to cook. And I don’t like the fact that you had a bad breakfast-”

“-Khushi, that was literally a month ago-”

Shashi burst into laughter, shocking the pair before him. For a moment Arnav and Khushi had forgotten that they had an audience. 

“I finally understand why Buaji calls you Sanka Devi and you call damaad-ji as Laad Governor.” Shashi chuckled as the two of them gave him a sheepish smile. His smiles receded as he saw Anjali in the doorway, without her sindoor and mangalsutra. 

Tonight he needed to have a deep conversation with both his daughters and sons-in-law. Even though he had learned that Shyam was kicked out of the house, they needed to know about him. 

Arnav followed his line of sight, instantly noticing Shashi’s thoughtful gaze at Anjali. An old memory resurfaced - one where Shashi had reacted violently seeing Anjali. Perhaps he knew more about Shyam than Arnav had expected. 

Their eyes met, similar confusions and questions reflected. 

“Arrey,” Khushi snapped her fingers, “Why is everyone quiet?”

In a quiet agreement to not discuss the matter when Khushi had just begun to experience happiness briefly, Arnav and Shashi shook their heads. 

“Nothing. I am thinking that how and when did my bitiya fall in love. I need to know everything.” Shashi demanded, amused as Khushi turned several shades of red. 

“Babuji...” Khushi pleaded, “No don’t Babuji me, I know when Payaliya fell in love. She and bade damaad ji use to chat either on the phone or by Happy Bitwa’s garage or... strangely at the vegetable stall. But, unlike you, she told me everything,” Shashi affectionately twisted her ear. 

“Arrey Babuji I can tell you if I know myself how it happened. It just did.” Khushi admitted. Arnav smiled softly, his hand reaching hers. Khushi blushed a deeper shade of red when a thought crossed her mind.

“Wait a second, if Akash jijaji is bade damaad ji, then Arnav-ji is chote damaad-ji?” 

“Haan, Payal is the elder one.” Shashi said. Khushi burst into laughter and nearly fell off her chair as Arnav rolled his eyes. 

“What’s so funny?” Arnav demanded. 

“What’s funny is that no matter where you go, you always end up as a chote!” Khushi held her stomach, her eyes watering. Arnav attempted a glare, but his lips betrayed him at the hilarity of the situation. He was damned as Chote, wasn’t he? 

Shashi couldn’t help but join in the laughter, thinking of the six feet tall man as Chote. Any gloom of the questions in his mind dissipated. Yes, important conversations were at bay but there was nothing more than the joy of laughing with his beloved daughter and damaad-ji. 

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The End

A/N: Hope you all liked this! Let me know your thoughts :D

Best, 

- JWB

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Note: For A, @thatcollateraldamage.

An alternate universe where Arnav Singh Raizada is the retrograde Khushi Kumari Gupta prayed never came back. This story is 16+

#1 ‘Heer Toh Badi Sad Hai’

The hot winds of July was another reminder of her being back home. Nothing like five layers of silk, gold, makeup and sweat. The perfect ensemble for a dulhan ki behen. A poor fan tried its level best to blow some cold air of relief but one could rarely get that if an extremely paunchy tau-ji decided to stand and absorb all the air for himself.

With a warm cold drink, Khushi surveyed the wedding hall. She was sure she had never smelled more perfumes and pheromones than she had tonight. But she’d endure it, a thousand times, for the pair on stage. Payal and Akash.

Khushi had never pegged her sister to be romantic, for men out of fiction that is. But Payal and Akash had something that Khushi was convinced didn't exist - love at first sight. After a fateful meeting several years ago on - no, she didn’t want to remember when - Payal had returned home and flopped by Khushi’s side with a sheepish smile on her lips.

“Di, I think I’m in love.” Payal had whispered, her lipstick smudged and crooked glasses in her hands.

“Kyun saali-saheba, I have finally taken your sister away from you!” Akash grinned, exchanging a brief but warm hug with Khushi.

“Please Akash, you’ve been held hostage by my family the minute they saw a decent brown munda exchange puppy eyes with Payal. Any more delay to this wedding and I’m pretty sure Bua-ji would’ve married you!” Payal smacked Khushi on her arm, flashing a glare between all the smiles for the photographs.

“What? Amma has been legit calling you damaad ji when you gave Payal a potato. Like who flirts via potatoes?” Akash groaned, knowing he’d have to die listening to this,  “Ah, the kind son of the lords who bestows presents through the most benign objects Nandkisore!” Khushi imitated the operatic Bua-ji, causing Payal to choke on her glass of water.

“Seriously Akash, I think she has the hots for you.” Khushi chuckled, helping herself to - finally - a cold glass of pepsi.

“Why do you think I even married Payal?” Khushi laughed as Payal pinched Akash’s arm in annoyance. The trio laughed, with mostly Khushi taking shots on Akash and Payal’s fairytale romance that included trips to a grocery store, more potatoes and tomatoes, and of course - Bua-ji’s affection for the way her beloved damaad even sneezed.

“Soft and very gentlemanly. Unlike your phupha ji.” Khushi mimicked. Although that was one thing Bua-ji was right about. Khushi and Payal had been petrified at least ten times in their childhood thinking an earthquake struck the house. No, it was Phupha ji.

“Hello hi bye bye, must be so wonderful to see your younger sister married.” The trio grimaced as Manorama, Delhi’s elite gossip queen and unfortunately Payal’s mother-in-law graced the stage. Khushi nodded, keeping  only for the sake of Akash and Payal.

Manorama touched Khushi’s chin and tsked, “I told your father that it was a terrible idea to get the younger ones married first. It’s bad luck for the older one. It’s not that you didn’t even get anyone! Akash bitwa, who was that inspector type, arrey the one Khushi was almost married to - Arn-OHMYGOD!” The glass in Khushi’s hand shattered, spilling the drink over Manorama’s exclusive Benarasi saree.

It all happened in a blur. A furious Akash led his mother away, mouthing a sorry to Khushi. Few guests, intrigued further by another scandal, piqued their heads towards the bride and her bleeding sister. Payal, uncaring for all the photos and siken sharara, stopped the flow with her dupatta. Khushi hushed her, worried more for her blood tainting the gold zardozi than her injury.

“Shut up Di.” Payal dragged Khushi to the bathroom, applying antiseptic.

“Payal, you and Akash should be playing doctor-doctor tonight. Not us.” Khushi deadpanned, barely flinching at the sting.

“Di, seriously shut up. I have no idea what my saas was saying. Maybe someone spiked her drink.” Payal mumbled. It hurt Khushi more that her sister had to fret over her on her special day. Taking a deep breath, Khushi pulled her hand away and cupped her sister’s cheek.

“Enough coddling me. I’m fine. It was an accident.” Payal scoffed at Khushi’s reassurance.

“Also, Madam Manorama Bond was gossipping shit. That means your saasuma is completely fine. If she came here to compliment her bahuriya without taunting the one woman who made her cry - then I’d say someone spiked the drink.” Payal laughed. Everyone within hundred miles had heard the day Khushi threatened Manorama Bond to give her blessings while her kids were seeking one.

Khushi fixed Payal’s dupatta and led her outside.

“But Di, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten back home when I know what this place reminds you-”

“Payal that man means nothing. And this place  is our hometown. It means us. He… literally doesn’t exist for me.” Payal hesitated, unconvinced. Khushi rolled her eyes and grabbed her hands, “You are fucking important to me. If you wanted to get married on Mars I’d kidnap Musk and get that done. This is still our hometown. Now go - find your husband and do whatever newly married couples do.” Khushi gave Payal a tight hug until she relaxed. 

They broke the hug and Payal flashed her brilliant smile. Relieved, Khushi watched her sister go back to the hall and charm the guests like the perfect hostess. That too for her own wedding.

Khushi’s smile receded the farther Payal went away.

Picking up her lehenga she headed towards the car. Tears pricked her eyes as the sound of the shehnai, baraatis and her town reminded her of a similar wedding years ago.

No, Khushi  Kumari Gupta wasn't one to mope about a married man.

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Next chapter

A/N: I’m nervous because this is perhaps my first AU! I’ve played with a few different characteristics and style of writing. Hope you like this alternate story - leave your comments below. Heer Toh Badi Sad Hai means Juliet Is Incredibly Sad, check out the lyrics translation here. 

Love,

- JWB

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Namaste JWB!! Kaisan Ho??? How according to you Arnav let go of the truth of his horrible past and decide to move on his life with Khushi. I am not having any objections with his decision but would like to know how he and the other members of the Raizada family let go of their past and move on so easily. Also according to you what might have canonically happened in Arnav's past and can you provide a closure for the same. (peaceful one though😇)

Hum theek hai, aap kaisan ho Nandkisore???

Oh, these are interesting questions! So this is a two part ask that I'm going to summarize into:

1) How did all the Raizada's (Arnav included) let go of the past?

2) What happened in Arnav's past? (I believe the closure will be answered above)

Chalo, happy reading! (long post alert)

How did all the Raizada's (Arnav included) let go of the past?

In short: from the day the parents died until Arnav and Khushi’s second wedding, the whole family was working and reworking themselves to move on from the past. Be it celebrating events, talking about the dead parents, moving on from a similar event that Shyam caused and so on. When the first wedding happened, it was clear Arnav hadn’t even dealt - forget move on - with the past. But when the second wedding happened, everyone had a broader understanding of life, especially Arnav. 

We can see that the past has affected the Raizada's in several ways. It made Arnav bitter, Anjali religious (I believe her extreme, blinding faith in religion stemmed from the incident) and Nani more set in her ways. Since Akash, Mama and Mami were not that involved in it - I see them remembering the incident as something haunting but also moving on in life.

So, of course, there's a LOT to unpack here and I believe what was instrumental in figuring things out was the Shyam revelation post kidnapping.

We know that Arnav had an incredibly difficult time coming to terms with the whole misunderstanding because he went back to being the 14 years old traumatized child.

And for the family it was living the same trauma again. However, with Khushi in the picture everyone was forced to see the past in a different lens. Everyone knew Khushi, they knew she wouldn't do what Shyam accused her of.

Arnav literally saw in front of his eyes how Shyam switched from one lie to another to save his skin. And just like his mum, Anjali was faultless - but it made things even clearer that Shyam was a manipulative piece of shit who had two victims in his scheme - Khushi and Anjali.

Which is why Arnav slapped Shyam twice - for Khushi and Anjali.

And when Subhadra Devi brings in all the drama of the past on Arnav's wedding day - to avenge the past in her ways - she isn't aware that the Raizada's have seen things differently. They don't blindly believe the men of the house. Yes, Mami might agree on Subhadra's line of thinking that middle classed women seek out rich men - but even there she knows what's the truth.

Everyone is shattered. Mami doesn't hesitate blaming everything on Garima and Khushi because that is easier. Nani asks Garima questions she had pressed in her heart long ago. Why did Garima break the happy couple? Why did she not tell them anything? What was Ratna's fault?

And what I find most interesting is that Anjali asks one question to Subhadra - why is she telling them the truth now?

I don't think they're instantly over the past, but with the whole Khushi situation, Garima confessing no knowledge of his marital status and the whole loopy nature of past and present the family finds it easier to see the other side of the story.

For Anjali nothing matters more than Arnav's happiness - and I believe the fact Subhadra chose her revenge above her grandson reduces her worth in Anjali's eyes. She's shattered - but I felt that brought clarity in Anjali. She knew Arnav and Khushi loved each other and she also knew those two had warned her endlessly about Shyam. Now hearing about her mother in the same position I think Anjali finds it easier to make peace with the past.

Coming to Arnav, he has the hardest time. It breaks his heart that Khushi is in the center of all of this and can't bring himself to the mandap when his wounds have been reopened, again, on what was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives.

Given that he had made a colossal mistake regarding Khushi previously, I really respect him for taking the time and assessing his feelings, facts and logic.

He loves Khushi. Khushi loves him beyond everything. In no way is Khushi responsible for anything.

Arnav forgiving Garima comes from his immense love for her. Previously he had put Khushi in place of the other woman, Anjali in place of his mother and his father in place of Shyam.

That night he did the opposite. Garima could be faultless like Khushi, his mother was as innocent and loving as Anjali and his father was as conniving as Shyam.

Also, Garima has been living in regret and didn't mark a fortune by herself with this affair. Her life post the affair has been honest and simple. Which helps the Raizada's in believing her and the version of events.

Arnav had seen what happened when he let past override his future. It was terrible. So he gives hope a chance. And even when he runs back to mandap, it's only Khushi in his head.

And it helps that the family sees Khushi's legit breakdown on Arnav not showing up at the altar. That strengthens their belief on this relationship. Even Mami quietens looking at Khushi's hysteria.

It’s a final test of time that the family withstood. 

What happened in Arnav's past?

Three things happened:

- His parents committed suicide

- Anjali was abandoned at the altar

- His uncle kicked them out of their home and seized all Malik wealth and property for himself

To narrate, it’s 20/21 years old Anjali’s wedding. The Maliks are a happy family. Ratna is devoted to her family. The Maliks associate with generational wealth, patriarchal society and status. 

Ratna sees her husband with another woman - Garima. Her whole marriage, and in a way life, shatters. Her 20-25 years of marriage crumbles beneath her feet. 

I believe that since Anjali’s wedding was a grand affair, everyone in Lucknow knew it. And that’s how Garima learns that her love for the charming, older Mr Malik has been a scandalous extra marital affair. He is not only married, he has a daughter old enough to be married herself! I think Garima confronted him that night on getting to know the truth and Ratna saw that. 

Mr Malik, having lost his lover and wife’s trust attempts to gaslight Ratna that whatever she heard and saw was false. Arnav - having seen his mother distressed - followed her and learnt that his father is a terrible human being. 

Ratna, hysterical and hurt, commits suicide. Mr Malik is shocked and unable to bear the guilt of being the man who he is to his children, and that he caused an innocent Ratna’s death - shoots himself to death as well. 

Arnav is traumatized because he saw his parents killing themselves over Mr Malik’s extra marital affair.

Considering the society the Maliks are in - I’m pretty sure Anjali’s in laws didn’t want to associate themselves to this scandal. It’s ‘inauspicious’ for the parents to die on their daughter’s death and Mr Malik’s lack of character would’ve reflected on their judgment of Anjali. From characterless to cursed - Anjali probably bore a lot of insults. Hence, she was abandoned at the altar. 

Only reaffirmed Arnav’s belief that the whole institution of marriage is a sham. 

Seeing the eldest Malik is out of the picture, the younger Malik - Arnav’s uncle - seizes the opportunity to grab the ancestral property and wealth for himself before Arnav turns 18 because - as I said, patriarchal, I don’t think he would’ve been able to take the house if the eldest child had a claim on it. And since Anjali is female, the eldest heir, and definitely above 18 - yet Chacha is able to throw them out of the house without Anjali being able to contest for it means that:

- Anjali might have been misled and given off the will and property papers to the uncle, or that she didn’t have the heart to fight her uncle (which is contradictory that she would’ve brought heaven and earth together to save her Chotte from going homeless), or

- The uncle was someone trustworthy and had the power of attorney which he misused to gain all wealth, or

- The property and wealth was passed from the eldest son per generation. So in Arnav’s dad’s generation it was only Arnav’s father who got everything rather than the uncle - which is why the uncle was greedy and wanted everything his older brother had. Also why Anjali didn’t contest for the property cause maybe she didn’t have a claim on it. (A lot of the show is shown as Arnav getting his house back and Anjali being reluctant on it)

And I feel the uncle was middle classed and didn’t have enough wealth in his name. Hence it fed into Arnav’s image of power/money hungry middle classed folks. The men would not wait a day for their family to die and similar women wouldn’t mind sleeping with anyone to get rich. 

It’s the frame through which he sees Mool Rajani and Khushi. 

Closure? His meetings with Khushi, a brush with the ill-effects of his own generalization and rash judgements, Anjali’s ability to look over the man who restored her ‘honor’ by marrying her and the whole family just rising above the concept of marriage, societies and traditions gives them their much needed closure. 

Phew, that was a long answer! Hope you liked this :)

Best, 

- JWB

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From a loyal friend to a funny ladies’ man, charming smiles to true concern, drama king to silent spectator - he’s one who truly embodied the ‘natkhat’ Nandkisore!

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Hi AJ. Shy anon here. I just caught up on everything that's been happening on this blog. As always the podcast is super entertaining and I love LOVE that you have a seperate channel for vms now cause they're always so lovely. The reason I disappeared for so long is actually because I am soon to be a Mrs 🤭.

How are you doing?

Bye 🥰

WHAT A KHUSH KHABRI!

EVERYONE COME AND TAKE SWEETS AND LEGIT HAVE A PARTY - OUR SHY ANON IS SAYING HELLO HI TO MRS AND BYE BYE TO MISS!

Oh my nandkisore - this is the news of the year.

Ee lo, nazar utaro tumri shaadi!

Thank you so much for sharing this news here! I.. I am so happy for you, really so happy for you.

Hum kaisan hai????

Hum over the moonwa hai!!!!

By the way now that you're going to get married...

You'll have your celebrations,

Then your marriage,

Then *cough*

...

Then you'll be happily married. Aur kya?

Eee, I'm so psyched up for your wedding. You anyways have my love and positive energy. I have nothing to say apart from the fact that the pillars of any beautiful relationship is communication, respect, honesty and love.

Sending you lots of love,

- AJ

P.S: Thanks for loving the new channel.

P.P.S: (psst, shaadi is not the necessity for *cough*, only consentwa but I've been dying to use this line on someone and I'm so happy it's Shy Anon!)