Arshi Poolside moment
Arshi Poolside moment 1/ Epi 18
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Tu Hi Bata Mere Maula
Tu hi bata mere maula, tu hi bata mere rabba
Tu hi bata mere maula, tu hi bata mere rabba
Faasle milaun ke hain, dono hain alag hi dishan
Kabhi yeh mil payein ge, nahi kisi ko hai pata
nahi kisi ko hai pata
Tu hi bata mere maula, tu hi bata mere rabba
Tu hi bata mere maula maula maula re, tu hi bata mere maula
Ik baat us mai bhi hai, to ek baat us mai bhi hai
Hai dhoop sa woh agar, woh chandni raat si hai
Mill payein kabhi yeh dono, kya teri is mai hai raza, kya teri is mai hai raza '
Tu hi bata mere maula, tu hi bata mere rabba
Tu hi bata mere maula, tu hi bata mere rabba
Tu hi bataaa ... Na paas a sakein, na door ja sakein
Na paas a sakein ho, na door ja sakein
Agar pyaar inko ko keeche, taqraar inko roke
Agar pyaar inko ko keeche, taqraar inko roke
Rabaaa '
Yun to barhe hain inke kadam
Inhe rasta tun hi dikha .. inhe rasta tun hi dikha
Tu hi bata mere maula maula, tu hi bata mere rabba
Tu hi bata mere maula maula, tu hi bata mere rabba
Tu hi bata mere maula maula, tu hi bata mere rabba
Tu hi bata mere maula maula, tu hi bata mere rabba
Iss pyaar ko kya naam doon '. ?
Iss pyaar ko kya naam doon ' ? '
Four transitioning images, young hearts getting into young thoughts, very intimate with their own dreams, desires, and hopes, along with some hidden fears, hesitations, and restrictions. The beauty in this is that the transitions mingled into each other show us the expressions of each state of mind and their habits. There were no words besides "Mere Maula."
"Jab wo tumhari zindagi main ayegi, tumhain pata bhi nahin chalega aur wo tumhari zidagi ka hissa ban jayegi"
You won't even realize it when that girl enters your life, and she will become a part of you,
His sister knew that he was looking for someone else, not Lavanya...Mr Raizada is smiling!!! With a slight upward tilt of the lips... a delightful smirk...with an amused indulgence listening to the revelation of her sister's pep talk of romance and all. At this moment, he does not believe that this will ever happen to him, but he will be the one who will confess later to his sister the same words...
"Wo larki Khushi hai di...jiske bhgair mujhe lagta hai meri sansain ruk gaye hain..."
That girl is Khushi, without whom I can't breathe,
A beautiful evening across the breezy poolside. He was immersed in his sister's words, a deep thought... Shaadi nahin karni ya Lavanya se nahin karni? [ You don't want to get married, or you don't want to get married to Lavanya?"
A question he might never have thought about before from this angle. His face is stern with the poker-faced, kinda, austere person, standing while leaning onto the side of the door. Being immersed, focused with folded arms among the blue ambience of the water and the wind.
While transitioning to a smiling face, a carefree, sitting and enjoying her victory to let ASR know that he was wrong and even today, he is wrong about her, she carries a winning attitude, to go and get done kind of spirit. She signed a contract without putting two cents about the consequences, but she will do whatever it will take to prove him wrong and give him back his 25000 rupees. Her smile never left her face as the wind tickled her to incite a strange feeling around her aurora. Well, Dupatta was playing a role here as well...
Two sisters were enjoying the weather under the open sky. The wind, thunder, a little drizzling and their intense contract chat turns into a wedding..."Kyon na hum un larko se shaadi karain jo bhai hon..."Let's get married to the boys who are brothers..."
Not much from Payal about weddings as she went through a lot after her first breakup...but Khushi thinks marriage is the most important thing in life. A naive, simple girl will meet the reality later during her forced marriage.
A nice foundation for the upcoming story. Well, Khushi had no idea that Payal had met Akash sir today, who was the brother of her Sanky...paagal boss.
Another love was developing and weaving its own path. Akash was smiling and thinking over his meeting with Payal. He bought her favorite dupatta as well and, of course, daydreaming about her. How ironic is that Akash's mother is looking for his bride, and he has already found one. A brother-sis moment where Anjali catches Akash with that pink dupatta..." mujhe bana rahe ho," you're making me fool?"
Wasn't this dialogue reflecting that someone out there was making her fool?
Hai dhoop sa wo agar to wo chandini raat si hai [ He is like a sun and she is like a moonlight] fit here.
It feels as if Khushi was witnessing a miracle, as ever so slowly she raises her eyes towards the moon, watching herself drinking in sight, sensing the flood of memories she's unleashed and wanting nothing more than to let him know that she can do it, she will do it. But instead, he stood where he was and stared up at the moon as well. And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like they're together. Two silhouettes in the moonlight. The bewitching power of moonlight incites dark passions like a cold flame, making hearts burn with intensity.
The presence of the elements of intimacy like clouds as a soft murmuring feeling in their hearts, drizzling rain as the first rain on dry land like the meeting with this strange desire for the first time, a little striking light, as igniting the fire within them, in and out of moonlight in between clouds, trying showing them ways to each other, and the wind, taking and receiving unknown messages.
His eyes searched into the sky, probably looking out for his mother in between stars, moon, clouds, and everything while she was the same. She believes in Stars as her parents are stars. She smiles even though she misses them, thinking of them looking at her while he wants his mother to look at him with questions.
Is she happy seeing him?
He will ask this question later, and Khushi will show him the way to this belief...
“The moon is the reflection of your heart, and moonlight is the twinkle of your love.”
― Debasish Mridha
Amid the moon and the stars, amid the quiet night, amid the magnificent silhouette of the moonlight, he was intoxicated by the pellucid beauty of innocent Khushi whose words circled him.
"Hum yahan se kahin nahin jayengey kyuonke hum galat nahin..."
I won't go anywhere because I am not wrong...
The blue and cold rays of the moon paid him absolute tribute tonight. He was a buffet of muscles and corded strength of his world, and she entered there with a unique attitude. Undoubtedly, she was��different among vintage books, more like a pale moonlight, exotic thing, forbidden love and rainy night.
He felt that jolt strongly...oh yes, he did...
What should I name this love?
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