Paint it Red - Vignette collection [Completed] - Page 4

Posted: 10 years ago
Cardinal Sin: Really love your interpretation of that specific scene. It was such a touching, emotional moment on the show...and even though they were expressing their hatred for each other, the only thing that stuck out was the love they shared, but how they were hiding behind it.

Really enjoying these vignettes or OS"s or whatever you call them!
Posted: 10 years ago

6. Drop of blood

If she was a walking oxymoron then he was cooking in contradiction. However after he told her the reason behind their marriage, she had languidly discarded all the accusations thrown against her and explained the misconception. The part of him which was dangerously attracted to her basked, her words resembling that of salve. However his proud logical part discarded her argument as coincidental nonsense which she made up as his accusations went. She had thrown up her hands and called out his accusations as absolute bullshit and stormed off in hurt, anger and heartache. His accusation of her having an affair with Shyam was truly lowest of the low.  

"Why do you need to change your shirt? Khushi will fix that button." Anjali said sweetly.

He wanted to scream.

How stupid and illogical was that? It would most definitely less time to change a shirt than stitch that damn button given how Khushi looked apprehensive and just plain tired at the sight of him. But the masochistic part of him wanted her to be as near as possible and the excuse was to too overwhelming to pass up. He didn't bother to look at his sister and settled his gaze on his wife who took the sewing kit from his sister with a defeated smile and walked towards him.

Logic died that moment. He didn't care if he was late to a very important deal breaking meeting. He didn't care if he incurred loss or scorn from his peers. In all honesty, he stopped caring about everything else other than the woman standing several inches in front of him. He was falling down in a hellish pit of disturbing depravity and he did nothing to stop it. The intense agony gave him a strange sense of satisfaction in hopes that he was together in this mess with his wife - as preposterous as it sounds.

She went on about the job with iron clad heart and a thin sheen of unshed tears in her eyes. Her warm breath tickled him as she pulled the thread a little harder.

"Stop the drama Khushi, di is gone." he hissed. All he wanted to that moment was to rest his forehead on her shoulder and close his eyes. He would inhale in her femininity and for half a moment, he would let go of all the stress, troubles and agonies of the past. Without waiting for her response he turned away from her unknowingly pulling her to him. He whipped around immediately when she yelped in pain, the needle in her hand running a thin cut on her finger due to his brutishness.

"Are you okay?" He asked clasping her hand and looking intently at her finger. His affection for her took over in that moment and forgot about the irrational revenge his mind had religiously plotted.

"I had to catch the thread and it wasn't because of my choice. Now that it is bonded..." She trailed and looked up catching his gaze.

I will see it through the end, her eyes screamed at the last part at him. He understood and fell silent. He half expected her throw the needle and thread on his face and walk out of their room but like always, she stumped him by taking a step towards him and went on about fixing the button.

Maybe she had realized somewhere down the line that her nearness to him was the biggest punishment he could ever receive - she was manifestation of both his love and resentment which made him the beast he didn't want to be and a contradiction he hated himself to be.

He was a walking, talking and breathing puddle of emotional mess.

She looked up hesitant of his reaction and was met with unwavering gaze. He wasn't looking anywhere but her, it was an automatic reaction his body rendered whenever she was near him.

He used to laugh when anyone told him that their relationship was complicated. Even now he believed that the relationships are always simple. There are confusions, open ended conversations, stupid decisions etc., but when one removes all the trimmings, decorations and accessories, what remains are the emotion in its rawest and threadbare form. He loved her. That's all there was to it. But what surrounded that emotion was abnormally unimaginable.

His breathing hitched as she leaned forward to bite off the thread from the sewed button. Her breath tickled his throat and he commanded resilience from every cell in his body not to react to her nearness and not do something banally stupid - like pulling her to him and just close the eyes and let the exhaustion of trying to hate her dissipate.

When she took a step back he could almost taste a sense of relief in her eyes. His nearness had affected her as much as it did to him. For a fleeting moment he thought of just standing there longer and telling her things she needed to hear - apologies, to start with. But this crazy stupid struggle within his heart made him react just the way he always did - with disregard for her feelings.

He finished dressing and walked out of their room without as much a backward glance.

Because he knew, if he did stop and turn to look her once, he wouldn't be able to hold on to anything and everything. Because then, he would be falling and gravity wouldn't be able to stop him either.

Kalyaani - here is your scene. I hope this vignette satisfies you requirement :=)

Edited by RockBarbie - 10 years ago
Posted: 10 years ago
One of the scenes I have watched again and again...😊

Shyam's barbs fresh in Arnav's mind and Khushi reeling from the impact of being branded a home-breaker and gold digger

Superb RBji 
Posted: 10 years ago

To think I kept waiting for Paint it Red on the blog! :(

 
Are you taking scene requests? May I add mine to the wagon?
 
The airport scene. The scene where Arnav walked away, while all Khushi had was her moist imprint of her sweaty palm on the glass door.
Posted: 10 years ago
I freaking loved it!

Perfectly delineated, it was like reading the mind of Arnav...word by word.
Posted: 10 years ago
Thank you RB :)

This was beyond brilliant for one particular reason, Arnav felt like the low life he was behaving like those days and Khushi was dignified in her pain. It was dealing with an unnecessary emotion at the end of the day for Arnav, forced hatred. He could have used his supposed shatir dimaag after hearing her clarification. I guess it was the demand of a non existent script.

Bring it on RB
Posted: 10 years ago
"she was manifestation of both his love and resentment which made him the beast he didn't want to be and a contradiction he hated himself to be."

This is beautiful.
Posted: 10 years ago
Can i give my suggestion please???

The one in which after everything they have gone through, Arnav disregards her by saying "Tum meri zindagi
mein aayi hi kyun?? Tum nai aati to sab thik hota and most importantly, Di aaj khush hoti."
 This was the only point where I hated arnav with almost cruelty..I wanted to beat the crap out of him. How could he??? 
Posted: 10 years ago
6. Rose bangles

It was one gory mess of half lies, half-truths, open-ended conversations and bad decisions. Since when had it become so difficult to answer a question in a relationship teetering on collapse? Khushi seemed to be embracing a warped sense of honor which only incriminated her in his eyes. True, he was the arrogant piece of shit who had accused her previous night. But wasn't she the honorable one who wasn't afraid to tell the truth and rub it in his face? Wasn't she this picture perfect mature woman his grandmother harped about who didn't hold back truth irrespective of how it would affect others? Now she refused to talk and ignored him when he asked her a simple question hiding behind contrived acts of loyalty towards his sister.

"Why should I tell you anything?" She had thrown back his words on him. He hadn't told her about the reason for her punishment and refused to divulge it even after days of wedding. She had tolerated his half-truth for weeks and he couldn't sit straight and breathe easily for fifty minutes.

The equation was unbalanced horribly out of proportion and he felt anger seeping through him at his own blatant weakness and her subtle strength.

And then her silent treatment had begun.

He lost his temper when she refused to meet his eyes or acknowledge him when he spoke.

It was and had always been her indifference towards him that pushed him over the edge. When she screamed and yelled at him he would hear the anger, frustration and her discontent towards his actions. In her eyes he would see agony, anguish and will to bear it all for the sake of her sister, her family. It angered him when she displayed lack of patience towards his actions. Even with Shyam she was patient, forthright and spelled out her words for everyone who was in vicinity to hear. She told Shyam clearly - If you don't like Anjali, then why don't you leave her? But when it came to him, she changed the rules with which she operated, her principles, and her morals and turned it over leading him to be confused with her actions and words when it came to him.

The two of them were the unwanted byproducts of one big cosmic joke where each one was out to successfully bring agony to another.

His frustrations turned multifold when he didn't find the file he was looking for. Instead he found her stuff strewn. Being a loner for most part of his life, having another person living in his room had rendered him claustrophobic. He adjusted as much as he could and had sighed languidly when Khushi had put up a pin-up of bare chested popular actor. She had easily made his room theirs by adding her dimension to it. It was quite natural for him to encounter her stuff in every step of the way but it was one of those days when it hindered his thought process - especially given how she didn't want to even look at him.

When he was on phone yelling at his assistant she had wordlessly handed him the file she had kept it aside for safe keeping. Like always she did things to help him out in her own way meddling with things he didn't want to be meddled with. It drove him to the point of sheer madness. He hissed in anger when Aman broached the subject of Khushi starting a tiffin service and the work to be done regarding that.

A surge of pride had rushed through him when she took up a challenge to do something with her time. He was a businessman and in his eyes there was no small or mediocre business - he viewed all of them on same level. He had even encouraged her, albeit unknowingly to her and betraying the part of him which labeled her as a gold digger and a home wrecker.

But dealing with her mixed signals was exhausting him. He maintained his perception of her though there were times when the affection for her washed over and he turned into his true self - soft spoken tender man who believed eyes would convey more than words. But her words to Shyam would echo in his ears and all the tenderness would be washed away in bitterness and sheer contempt for the woman. And then she would go and do something like this - take his anger to keep her word for his sister which was so lame and so stupid that he wanted to laugh before berating himself for jumping to conclusion. But the ever dubious side of his mind hadn't easily let go - She could've refused if she was going with Shyam. Why didn't she?

And just like that, revulsion towards her had taken over.

After finishing the call with Aman, he launched a new tirade of thinly veiled insults and words personified from bitterness.

"...you made my life hell anyway," he finished wearing his tie and letting out a slew of words of resentment - a byproduct of his own set of unwarranted fear. She didn't react or turn around to admonish him but brew in her self-pity as always. It was almost as if he expected such a reaction from him. He couldn't understand why she let him off the hook without punching or physically hurting him but she treated him in the same hurt filled silent stillness which angered him even more.

A part of him questioned his role in this madness - was he the one who reduced her to this pitiful ball of perpetual anguish? Or was it her own prejudice towards him, their past history maligning her actions towards him over and over again?

The room was strangely empty. No, it was exactly how he left it in the morning yet an element was missing or out of its place. He couldn't make out what was - off about it. There was no tinkle of bangles or the soft movement of her dress. Her footsteps were absent and so was her feminine smell. He couldn't shake the peacefulness of his room as he grabbed a book and slid into a chair, easily falling asleep when his own breathing lulled him to sleep.

But the silence grew loud and his ears hurt because of the noise of silence.

Khushi had avoided him like a bad contagious disease for two full days. He enjoyed the silence in his part of the house for all of three hours before which it started to induce a dull ache at the base of his neck. He had complained about Khushi leaving her things around his room, cluttering, while the memories of her hovering in the room were imprinted on the wall permanently. He could throw all her stuff out yet he could never wash away her memories from the room.

She was everywhere even when she wasn't there around him. The residual smell of her perfume made him heady with longing though he wouldn't agree to that even if there was a gun pointed to his head.

He missed her. It was as simple as that. He could go to her and tell her that it was now probably impossible to live without her bothering him every waking minute. He could tell her that without her, his life would be exactly like the dull throbbing ache at the base of his skull. But he wouldn't. He wouldn't tell her any of this.

He would find her and find a way to twist it illogically and find a contrived reason for her to come back to him. He would insult her, threaten her or even scare her to submission. She would come back to his room and they would start fighting again.

He wouldn't feel so lonely then.

May be then she wouldn't feel left off as she would scream at him, scold him or even find creative ways to irritate him.

But they would be together then.

Because only in madness, they would be together.

Note: Scene is recommended by merit. It was a difficult scene to write given how illogical Arnav's behavior was and so was Khushi's response. The inconsistency in their reactions make it hard to write. :-) Hope this scene-tag at least met your expectation.

Edited by RockBarbie - 10 years ago
Posted: 10 years ago
Awesome. 

The two of them were the unwanted byproducts of one big cosmic joke where each one was out to successfully brought agony to another.

Because only in madness, they would be together.

Brilliant. If IPK hadn't become a joke half way through, this would be their story in two lines. Your ID should be BarbieRocks :) 

Edited by vgedin - 10 years ago

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