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What a cracker of an episode!!
It was all about a love that thrives within the eye of the storm and a
storm that defiantly blows in spite of the surrounding love...I would
very much like to see the love that resides in Suraj Pratap Scindia to
arise and subdue the stormy pride that is looking to destroy whatever
comes in its way, whether his son's little family or by extension his
own. In trying to win a battle, he doesn't realize that the war is
already lost.
In the depth of dark winter, we found in us our invincible summer...
In these trying times, love is acting as their shield. They refuse to let the few discordant, cacophonous noises that surround them upset the rhythmic harmony of their happy life. If one is down, the other takes over and restores the melody.
The kids are safe and secure in the cocoon of love woven by their parents. The happy hour gets happier when papa decides to pout and sulk for want of mumma's love, as he is sidelined by her in favor of the kids. Mumma assures the kids that she will make papa come around in no time and make him smile again...as they seal the deal with giggles. She walks into the room to find his back to her, changing. An innocent game of Statue couldn't have become more sensual, as she stills him to her bidding. Aha...Yash Scindia...the happy slave...who would have thought!!!...She encircles him seductively, as his eyes follow her sensuous bantering with growing passion that is reflected in his eyes and his labored breathing..."So, someone is very angry...hmmm...someone will not smile. Well then that someone can stay thus for the rest of the day till he smiles. What? You think you will scare me with those big-big eyes? Nah...they don't scare me." Then the final attack when she blows oh so softly on his neck and then follows it up with a suggestive gesture indicating her own neck...and before he even thinks of steadying himself from that lure, she intoxicates his senses by splashing her silken tresses along his face...which completely does him in...and he catches hold of her aanchal. Slowly he pulls her in, watching her closing back with rising expectations...and she in turn becomes a putty in his hands the moment he takes control of the love play. His looks, her gazes, his caresses, her hypnotized state, and then the hug of pure bliss followed by a magnetic pull felt by their quivering lips which wait to close the gap...These two are in a paradise of their own making, which gets bloomier when the kids break into their romance and the family gets into a big, loving embrace with papa/mumma engulfing all the four kids within their protective arms.
In the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the stream always wins...not through strength, but through persistence.
They say there's only one corner of the universe a person is sure of improving and that is his or her own self. If you can't do that and let anger overpower your senses, then peace is lost...because peace only comes when reason rules. Holding onto anger is like grasping a burning hot coal with the intent of throwing at someone else...in the end the hand holding it only gets burnt. We have spoken at length about how Prashant and SP are letting their anger, ego, false pride, and hatred motivate them to achieve their goal. In trying to "win" their sons they forget that all they need to do is win them over by doing what's good for them. Instead they join hands and wage a covert battle to snatch back their respective properties...properties that have been grabbed by a certain hapless, wronged, honest, and righteous woman...Wow, manliness just got a different definition!!!
Prashant' dadagiri is at its helm when he is confronting a woman, so he throws the custody papers at Aarti and threatens vengeance for slapping him and making him go through all the so-called insults...making it clear that it is all about an eye for an eye for him...and Ansh's welfare figures nowhere in his scheme of things. All his loud noises boil down to a whimper when Yash cuts into his venomous onslaught ..."Ansh is my son...Ansh Yash Scindia. Let alone custody, I won't let your shadow to even fall on my son. Go, get ready to fight...I'll beat you hands down anywhere..." Prashant has no words to say to Yash when earlier he was all macho on Aarti...What a coward!! In fact he seemed a little scared when Yash threatened to show him the prowess of his hand if he didn't leave immediately.
Gayatri was the only person who tried to raise a voice against the atrocity going on, only to be shouted down again by her esteemed husband. Their elder son watches the proceedings quietly, albeit with lot of pain. Again, in his pride SP fails to see the silent army of protestors forming in his household. He forgets that respect and reverence cannot be demanded...they have to be earned. Whatever respect he had earned, he is losing it fast and falling in his sons' eyes. There cannot be a greater fall than when a man falls in his children's eyes. When a father is adored and revered, even a little boy like Ansh will defend him against all the falsely and evilly concocted evidences. That's why today Yash stands tall, whereas SP can't look beyond his pride to see his downfall.
SP thinks that if he corners Yash with the "No Help...No Friend" move, Yash will come back to him with his tails between his legs and beg him for his son Ansh's custody. However, in the haze of his egotistical anger, he misjudges his son's resilience and tenacity...which is strengthened with the courage that he receives by having his love, his wife, beside him...His son's pleas followed by a hurt proclamation fail to move the blind pride blocking the path to his reason..." I cannot believe that you will let a third person take advantage of our domestic, interpersonal issues and play with the life of my son, your grandson...one you love so much. A man who left his unborn child...a man who couldn't even become a good son to his parents...you think such a man will be able to take care of Ansh? " And when his father again speaks insultingly of his wife and tries to play the victim by saying she is the one who broke this family and took his son away and as such they deserves no assistance, and that he will think of helping if he leaves his wife, Yash tells him sadly, "Fine...I'll go into this solo. As long as Aartiji is with me, I don't need anybody...I will fight this battle alone and ensure my son's safety." Gayatri can only watch helplessly at this gross injustice meted out by her husband. It's only time when she...Oh, well! let's hope the day comes soon...
The Big lawyer was all of himself and his glories...All his laurels are going to bite the dust because this time he is not facing some incompetent lawyer but a determined father. If he had looked properly into the father's eyes, he would have seen impending loss!!!
That's all for today my friends. The precap has Yash giving some reality check to his father. Also, Prashant has borrowed money from SP...and Yash knows that now. That in itself is Yash's biggest defence...that Prashant had to borrow money to fight this case; How then will he finance Ansh's rearing???
Have a nice day.😊
In the depth of dark winter, we found in us our invincible summer...
In these trying times, love is acting as their shield. They refuse to let the few discordant, cacophonous noises that surround them upset the rhythmic harmony of their happy life. If one is down, the other takes over and restores the melody.
The kids are safe and secure in the cocoon of love woven by their parents. The happy hour gets happier when papa decides to pout and sulk for want of mumma's love, as he is sidelined by her in favor of the kids. Mumma assures the kids that she will make papa come around in no time and make him smile again...as they seal the deal with giggles. She walks into the room to find his back to her, changing. An innocent game of Statue couldn't have become more sensual, as she stills him to her bidding. Aha...Yash Scindia...the happy slave...who would have thought!!!...She encircles him seductively, as his eyes follow her sensuous bantering with growing passion that is reflected in his eyes and his labored breathing..."So, someone is very angry...hmmm...someone will not smile. Well then that someone can stay thus for the rest of the day till he smiles. What? You think you will scare me with those big-big eyes? Nah...they don't scare me." Then the final attack when she blows oh so softly on his neck and then follows it up with a suggestive gesture indicating her own neck...and before he even thinks of steadying himself from that lure, she intoxicates his senses by splashing her silken tresses along his face...which completely does him in...and he catches hold of her aanchal. Slowly he pulls her in, watching her closing back with rising expectations...and she in turn becomes a putty in his hands the moment he takes control of the love play. His looks, her gazes, his caresses, her hypnotized state, and then the hug of pure bliss followed by a magnetic pull felt by their quivering lips which wait to close the gap...These two are in a paradise of their own making, which gets bloomier when the kids break into their romance and the family gets into a big, loving embrace with papa/mumma engulfing all the four kids within their protective arms.
In the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the stream always wins...not through strength, but through persistence.
They say there's only one corner of the universe a person is sure of improving and that is his or her own self. If you can't do that and let anger overpower your senses, then peace is lost...because peace only comes when reason rules. Holding onto anger is like grasping a burning hot coal with the intent of throwing at someone else...in the end the hand holding it only gets burnt. We have spoken at length about how Prashant and SP are letting their anger, ego, false pride, and hatred motivate them to achieve their goal. In trying to "win" their sons they forget that all they need to do is win them over by doing what's good for them. Instead they join hands and wage a covert battle to snatch back their respective properties...properties that have been grabbed by a certain hapless, wronged, honest, and righteous woman...Wow, manliness just got a different definition!!!
Prashant' dadagiri is at its helm when he is confronting a woman, so he throws the custody papers at Aarti and threatens vengeance for slapping him and making him go through all the so-called insults...making it clear that it is all about an eye for an eye for him...and Ansh's welfare figures nowhere in his scheme of things. All his loud noises boil down to a whimper when Yash cuts into his venomous onslaught ..."Ansh is my son...Ansh Yash Scindia. Let alone custody, I won't let your shadow to even fall on my son. Go, get ready to fight...I'll beat you hands down anywhere..." Prashant has no words to say to Yash when earlier he was all macho on Aarti...What a coward!! In fact he seemed a little scared when Yash threatened to show him the prowess of his hand if he didn't leave immediately.
Gayatri was the only person who tried to raise a voice against the atrocity going on, only to be shouted down again by her esteemed husband. Their elder son watches the proceedings quietly, albeit with lot of pain. Again, in his pride SP fails to see the silent army of protestors forming in his household. He forgets that respect and reverence cannot be demanded...they have to be earned. Whatever respect he had earned, he is losing it fast and falling in his sons' eyes. There cannot be a greater fall than when a man falls in his children's eyes. When a father is adored and revered, even a little boy like Ansh will defend him against all the falsely and evilly concocted evidences. That's why today Yash stands tall, whereas SP can't look beyond his pride to see his downfall.
SP thinks that if he corners Yash with the "No Help...No Friend" move, Yash will come back to him with his tails between his legs and beg him for his son Ansh's custody. However, in the haze of his egotistical anger, he misjudges his son's resilience and tenacity...which is strengthened with the courage that he receives by having his love, his wife, beside him...His son's pleas followed by a hurt proclamation fail to move the blind pride blocking the path to his reason..." I cannot believe that you will let a third person take advantage of our domestic, interpersonal issues and play with the life of my son, your grandson...one you love so much. A man who left his unborn child...a man who couldn't even become a good son to his parents...you think such a man will be able to take care of Ansh? " And when his father again speaks insultingly of his wife and tries to play the victim by saying she is the one who broke this family and took his son away and as such they deserves no assistance, and that he will think of helping if he leaves his wife, Yash tells him sadly, "Fine...I'll go into this solo. As long as Aartiji is with me, I don't need anybody...I will fight this battle alone and ensure my son's safety." Gayatri can only watch helplessly at this gross injustice meted out by her husband. It's only time when she...Oh, well! let's hope the day comes soon...
The Big lawyer was all of himself and his glories...All his laurels are going to bite the dust because this time he is not facing some incompetent lawyer but a determined father. If he had looked properly into the father's eyes, he would have seen impending loss!!!
That's all for today my friends. The precap has Yash giving some reality check to his father. Also, Prashant has borrowed money from SP...and Yash knows that now. That in itself is Yash's biggest defence...that Prashant had to borrow money to fight this case; How then will he finance Ansh's rearing???
Have a nice day.😊
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