Khushi accidentally reaches a fashion show organised by Arnav's company. The staff thinking that she was a model send her on the ramp. A frightened Khushi finds her self standing in front of a big crowd, not knowing what to do she turns to go back but is held by two professional models who drag her by the hand in order to save the show. Arnav who had his eyes closed all this while opens them to see a girl wearinggreen when the theme of the show was red and this girl did not by any angle look like a model. Pleading to be let go Khushi reaches right in front. Angry on his show being ruined Arnav stands up giving Khushi a deathly glare. Scared , Khushi turns to go but unfortunately her dupatta comes in her way and she slips and falls into none other than Arnav Singh Raizada's arms. Her huge eyes and quivering lips expressed hernervousness while she looked at the man who had caught her. Arnav looked at her in disgust and put her down with force instructing his guards to take her and question her about the mess she created. While being helplessly dragged Khushi's dupatta comes off while she turns and looks at Arnav her eyes glistening with tears.
"Aapko humari payal kaha mili?"
One step back. Another step forward. Dhak Dhak Dhak Dhak. The ringing of her payal encompassed the solitude of the midnight... the sound of his silent confession lingering in the thickness of the air that surrounded them. The hesitancy, the anxiety and the excitement of discovering a concealed token kept with whom she considered a monster. His safekeeping of her late mother's last remembrance. It was quite a sight --- him and her and their reflection in the still water by the poolside. She quivered at the warmth of his roughened hands and the coolness of the smooth breeze... the most delicate and beautiful contrast. The friction, the passion, the desire, all communicated without a single word exchanged. In fact, forget words. The pull that is present without even touching. When they are on different sides of a room full of loud, crowded people and celebrations.
And then, that almost kiss. The scrunching of the sari, the gentle caress of the hands and the passion of those burning eyes. Diwali 2012. A scene to remember. The most viewed scene in all of IPKKND history and the second most viewed in the history of Indian television entertainment.
Sanaya and Barun acted so PHENOMENALLY in this scene, that the scene and lyrics have become equivalent with the most natural, deepest and righteous feelings and sentiments. Perhaps this is their biggest accomplishment; making the song theirs. Who could have guessed, that the original depiction of Jaadu Hai Nasha Hai in Jism concentrates heavily on the physical pleasures of love, namely sex and flesh? In the rendition of Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon, we are presented with most innocent but most passionate attraction. No vulgarity or lewdness, whatsoever.
"Tumhare isharo pe na sahi, tumhare saath toh naacha"
She stood there, on the stage. Nervousness etching her face while the crowd silently looked on for the performance to start.
He guessed it. Right there and then, that she was ditched by her friend. Unable to take more of the worry that seem to burden her he rushed towards the stage. The lights went out and Khushi along with everyone, turned around baffled until the spot lights shone at him and her, leaving her astounded. He was up, on the stage with her.
The music started playing from the back pulling her back into the beauty of music and dance. They started moving across each other, their bodies moving in sync andcommunicating through only the power of their love. The lyrics build a chemistry for both of them until the sound of the music vanishes and the only thoughts remaining between the two are in sync with the moments spent in their past.
The flashbacks follow through from when they first met, to when they almost separated by taking their own ways till how there yearning for each other almost became physical.
The music's ends marks the end of their dance to which they separate instantly from each other realizing the crowd's eyes upon them, along with their family's.
A jittery feeling overcomes both of them as Arnav realizes his strong feelings and Khushi falls not confusion of what blissful moment is this that she is only able to share with the laad-governor.
"Humse doobhara nahiin hoga. Hum toot chuke hai"
The tears refuse to stop. The tears refuse to cease. She watches her Bau Ji behind the streaked glass window, tied to long tubes and metal wires that tracked the beating of his unpredictable heart. Her aching refuses to lessen, and it seems impossible to be bartered. Not with her mother. Not with her sister. Not even with a friend. She is alone to fend with the fear and anxiety. Alone... once again.
Until she feels that breeze run through her hair. That gentle breeze that means... everything might get better. He would make everything alright. And suddenly, she doesn't feel so alone. One upward glance and the unbearable pain lessens, with just a single look at Arnav Singh Raizada. The sound of her name rolls of his tongue, gentle and alluring. He calls for her. Unsteady legs rise of their own accord, and her bodycraves for his embrace. The need for him grows so strong, she runs across the waxed hospital floor and crashes into him, letting the warmth of his body seep into her hardened one. And at once, she's home.
Comfort is attained at last. Something she could not find in the presence of her family or Shyam or even Devi Maiyya. Freedom was in this man's arms... the man who had insulted her, hurt her and abandoned her. But somewhere the only man that could truly make her happy. She bore her heart like an open book as tears settled into the soft cotton of his sweater, clutching at the material to confirm him a reality.
"Pehle do kadam chalna seekho, phir mooh kholna"
Khushi along with Payal comes to temple in order to return Anjali's pooja thaal when Khushi's eyes fall on Arnav who is busy with a call. As if sensing her presence Arnav turns around and looks at her. Their eyes lock but Khushi quickly tears her gaze away and instructs payal to give the thaal to Anjali while she would wait for her. Feeling a littledizzy due to the fast which she had been observing on her buaji's insistence Khushi looks for a place to sit. Arnav looks at Khushi who was struggling to maintain her balance but failingmiserably. He runs just in time to catch a falling Khushi by her hand, lifting her in his arms carefully taking slow but steady steps towards an empty bench. Putting her down he gets water and sprinkles a bit to wake her up. Nearing the glass to her lips he helps her drink while Khushi comes back to her senses .
Seeing the glass in his hand she recollects everything and gets up with a start questioning Arnav as to why he made her drink water as she was keeping a fast. Surprised at her sudden outburst he explains that she had fainted and he dint know it was her fast. Asking Devi maiya for forgiveness she walks away but the dizziness gets to her again on seeing which Arnav quickly goes to her and steadies her by her shoulders while she clutches onto him for support. Time freezes as their eyes meet. Wordlessly staring at each otherunmindful of their surroundings they drift into a world of their own. A little while later they realize their position and slowly let go of each other. Khushi quietly walks away while Arnav is left staring at her retreating figure.
"Jo kuch bura kaha, uska koi matlab nahiin. Sirf ek cheez ka matlab hai, ki mein..tumse... hamesha"
She stood confused for a moment on the stage until he walked in wearing the costume of ranjha. He silently whispered in her ear about how he knows practically nothing to which the confidence of an egoistic female boasted inside her.
Khushi started off by declaring her happiness for a wedding, her wedding with Ranjha.
Arnav had by then walked off the side as she twirled her way, in parallel to him. He asked her to indicate with hints when he needs to come in and perform. Frustrated and ready to take hold, Khushi whispered back to him to come in, once she's dead. Something that he would love to see happen.
He looked at her baffled, not realizing that his feelings of hatred, which she had targeted over had slipped away; completely reluctant to the thought that she might think that he'll be wishing for her death. Unable to grasp, he sees her play out the part of eating the poisoned sweet and giving her life away. He rushed to her side, pulling her up and shaking her to one back to him but all the yearning of love and the desperation to have her went in vain as her eyes remained closed.
Not finding any other way, Arnav took himself to be a ranjha and declared that if not here, in this world, then somewhere in the next world they will be together forever and ever because he..., leaving his declaration open ended.
They both afterwards sit up and before before exiting, when she starts questioning his feelings towards her again.
"Aaj mein yaha sirf tumhari wajah se khadu hoon. Mein tumse shaadi karna chahta hoon"
He stepped in through the doors of now-almost barren hall to see his family members standing on one corner and her in the middle of it all. She rushed towards him seeing the blood on his forehead. A small declaration of being betrayed followed from his mouth, letting the remaining energy left in her to drain.
Khushi almost fainted when he held her up, in his arms and took hold of the situation by proclaiming that the wedding must go on.
They proceeded towards the mandap, where the ceremony begin with the exchange of garlands followed by few words by priest until they stood up for the pheras. The vows that they had fulfilled without even taking. The flashback of the night they declared there love to each other in fury, flashed before their minds. A smiled followed on both there faces as it came to and end.
The family members, both the Guptas and the Raizadas looked on with pure joy as the couple walked onto the side and embraced each other, promising their love to each other forever.
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