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When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
I'll take your part
When darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Sail on Silver Girl,
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
If you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
- Bridge Over Troubled Water, Simon and Garfunkel
Rabba Vey
What more could go wrong in Arnav's life? The odds continue to rise against him. His newphew/niece is gone. His sister - his Di - the one to whom he looked up and the one whose support system he had become, today wants the one man back in her life who can ruin their family completely. Yet now she wants him back. At any cost. She will go on hunger strike. No food or drink till my husband is back with me.
His one solace, Khushi, is unable to stay with him, much as he needs her, he understands she has to leave.
Dadi. A woman with a heart in which hate festered like a poison for fifteen years. Fed by the lies and deceits of Shyam, the poison was waiting to bubble up, and it is starting to boil over. She finds her easiest target in Khushi. Ignorance and Ego is a toxic combination. It blinds her to the agony in her grandchild's eyes. Blinds her to anything but what she believes in to be the truth. Deafens her to the reason of her best friend. Fourteen years ago, she was unable to lash out at the other woman. Today, she is heaping fourteen years of suppressed hatred on an innocent. At what price? For a man, who has already seen her worthlessness and would no more think about wiping her out than an insect.
Anjali. A woman who forsakes her brother for a man who tried to kill him. She always trusted her brother and never questioned his decisions. But now she does. For the first time, and for all the wrong reasons. The only person she loves is herself. Her happiness is foremost in her mind. She doesn't love Shyam, he is a drug that she needs to have. Her brother is trying to wean her away from it. So in her mind, he is now the one keeping her from him. She is in the right, and he is wrong. Anjali still has some use for Shyam.
Khushi. A woman in love. An innocent pure heart, bleeding for the man she loves and those whom he loves. She loves Anjali like a sister, and for a moment she is weakened by Shyam's acting. But then, she has Arnav to bring her back to the reality that they both know. Shyam is a danger to their lives, and he always will be. All she can do is support him in his hour of need, be there for him, when darkness falls, she will spend just one more moment with him to give him the solace that he needs. She will be his bridge over troubled waters. Her mehendi is just a day old with his name on her palm. His is just a touch, but both the colors are deep - as deep as their love for each other.
Nani. A grandmother, aching for both her grandchildren. She is given no chance to grieve for her lost great grandchild. She trusts her grandson and she trusts his choice in a life partner. They had her blessing before they even started to realize what they meant to each other. Yet here they were now, slowly being torn apart by a woman who she thought she knew, but is someone that she realizes has come here with an agenda all her own. An agenda that does not include a happily ever after for her grandson and his love. She is appalled at this duplicity in her friend's behaviour, but even more at the hatred in her eyes for someone she only met a few days ago. I hope Naniji realizes that the friend she knew fourteen years ago is now a bitter old woman, ravaged by the hate that runs in her veins. Her other grandchild, a victim of the same man who has poisoned her friend, lies in bed, without a baby to look forward too. Nani is torn. The happiness of one grandchild, could mean tearing apart the life of the other. Like the woman in Solomon's court, she would rather not have to choose a side.
Arnav and Khushi. Just a look between them and he knows she is hurt. Just a word from his Dadi and he knows who hurt her. He will kiss away her tears, comforting her in her pain, just like she had done the night before for him. He will be her bridge over troubled waters.
All of them, being drawn inexorably into a vortex, created by Shyam. His fingers are everywhere, his puppets - Anjali and Dadi dancing to his tune now. His vicious need to hurt Arnav and Khushi, bearing fruit with his well-laid plans. Is it time for Shyam Manohar Jha to finally get lucky? Things seem to be going his way, as the Raizadas and Maliks take their places one by one on the battle field. Who will stand by Arnav and Khushi? And who will stand by Anjali? or will Arnav and Khushi have no one standing by them as they finally face Shyam?
A gut-wrenching episode, calmer than the explosions that went off yesterday. It is the calm before the storm, and this one is coming with hurricane force winds. Get ready for some really rough weather in Raizada Mansion.
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