I absolutely hated how Mish was portrayed in today’s episode, so a quick drabble on the MishBir scene. What if Mish had told Bir what was wrong today? Also, Mishti never wrote thank you in that text message to Meanu, because I refuse to believe that.
“Mishti, kyu kar rahi ho yeh sab?” Abir asked, yet again. He refused to believe that Mishti, his Mishti, his Angry Chorni, who loved her family more than anything else in the world would do something so drastic, hurt them so badly. Was this the same girl who he’d met that night? The one who had followed Naman to get her Badi Maa’s money back? The same girl who was ready to apologize to his mother for no fault of her own, just to please her family? No. She was not. And she was definitely not the girl who told him that nothing mattered more to her than getting Kunal & Kuhu married, the one who defied her family for Kuhu’s happiness.
This was not the Mishti he’d fallen in love with. The love of his life could never do something like this. He knew that. He trusted her more than he trusted himself. So, it was obvious that she was doing this because someone was forcing her to do it, someone was blackmailing her. What hurt him was that she didn’t think she could confide in him. He’d done his best to be there for her, to support her in everything. He’d told her, time and again, that he would always be in her corner, no matter what. So, why couldn’t she trust him enough to tell him what was troubling her?
“Abir… Tum please jao yahaan se. Mujhe kuch nahi kehna,” Mishti reiterated, yet again, though her heart was screaming not to do so. This was Abir. Her Abir. He trusted her despite everything that had happened. He trusted her, even now, when her Bade Papa was so disappointed in her. She could share everything with him. She knew that. But, should she? She didn’t know. It would hurt Abir to know how his mother was blackmailing her. But then again, she knew that he was very aware of his mother’s scheming ways.
“Mishti, please,” He pleaded. He turned her around so she was looking at him. “Please, batao mujhe. Itna toh trust kar sakti ho na mujhpe?”
She scoffed internally. Trust? She trusted him more than anyone else. Even her, even her Badi Maa & Bade Papa. His words triggered a slew of memories in her heart. She remembered every instance when Abir had stood by her. And then, she remembered that night at this very house, when Abir had driven her home to cheer her up after Meenu had humiliated her in front of everyone, and what he’d said then. He’d asked her to always be truthful when it came to him, had assured her that everything would be okay as long as they were honest with each other. Today, she would be honest, she decided. She would tell him.
“Mishti?” Abir called softly, cupping her face in his hands. “Please,” he said, yet again, resting his forehead on hers. He needed her to tell him, to trust him. His need to protect her from everything was primal, but his need for validation from her, for proof that she trusted him was even deeper.
Unable to take it anymore, Mishti hugged Abir, hiding her face in his chest. Abir gave a sigh of relief and wrapped her up in his arms tightly. Mishti smiled despite her tears. Abir’s support meant the world to her, especially now, when all of her family was questioning her. His arms were her safe haven. She never wanted to leave. What had she told Kuhu? She’d never let anyone come in between her and Abir. And, she wouldn’t. Abir coming to talk to her, wanting to know, wanting to help, had changed everything. She finally realized that she wasn’t alone. She had Abir. And for now, that was enough.
“Come on,” Abir told her, pulling away slightly. He walked to the bed and made her sit on it, before sitting beside her. “Batao mujhe. Please.”
And then, Mishti couldn’t hold back. She didn’t want Abir to hear her say ‘I love you’ for the first time in such a situation, so omitting that part, she told him that his mother didn’t like how close the two of them were, that she didn’t want Mishti to be a part of Abir’s life in anyway, that she didn’t deserve to be Abir’s friend. And then, she told him how she’d been blackmailed into doing all this, his mother telling her that she wouldn’t let Kunal marry Kuhu if she didn’t go away, and in such a way that her family wouldn’t try to stop her. She told him that his mother was already aware of Kuhu’s parentage and had still made her create a scene in front of everyone just to distance Mishti from the rest of the family.
All the while, Abir listened to her intently, completely aghast. He knew his mother wasn’t really happy with this alliance, and he also knew that she was a master manipulator, but he had never ever expected her to stoop so low. Not once.
Once Mishti was done talking, Abir hugged her yet again, kissing the top of her head, holding her close. He would deal with his mother, but right now, it was Mishti who needed him. And he would be there for her, just like he’d promised.
