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~ R.O.C.K.S.T.A.R ~
Once upon a time, There was he and she,
He saw her, She saw him,
Eyes made their charm,
And they knew, they were made for each other,
A Love story ever so simple, Made in heaven,
Until the day…
His love crossed limits,
He loved her so much that only he could do was to free her.
And then…
There was he.
There was a guy named Maan.
Now they call him, GOD.
***
It was dark. It was midnight and he was sitting in the corner, complete blank. A guard came again and threw the plate of food at him for the third time in the day, he asked him to finish. He did not mind at all, he did not react until the guard looked at him and smiled. And he said something which made him angry, he could not take it anymore, he said, 'Hey…You! MK, M the Killer. So fashionable name your crazy fan gave you…Eat the food…You killer.' He did not mind he called his killer. It was true. He was a killer. But he could not hear the next word he said for him, 'By the way, I heard she was too sexy, is it true? You killed her for what?' and he got up. Within bars he could not do much, he grabbed his collar and pushed him against the metal bars. It was way too much cruel, he pulled him in until his head was bleeding heavily and he screamed for help. But he did not stopped until the other guards came and helped the injured guard, they opened the locker and beat him up, very badly until he was unconscious. And the last thing he heard was, 'Crazy…Son of a B****!'
***
A local police van cut the crowd of millions slowly and carefully and came to the front door of the court. It was impossible to go through the crowd, the public screaming for him. They were calling out his name in excitement, some of them were against him, some of them were with him, some of them were his die hard fans, some of them were there to cover the story and some of them were just for another drama, because they knew, he and public drama would literally go together. He was not exactly the public man, not at all convenient with public; he was man of dreams, his critics called him whimsical and crazy. Some of them blamed him for cheap publicity and some of them called him, out of control and as a matter of fact, he was. He was not meant for the sophisticated world, he was not the cute, chocolaty, ideal man. The thing he hated was people and as a gift to his bad luck, public was all he had. He was a craze in youngsters, ideal for music lovers, dreamy for all the girls irrespective of their ages and a perfect business package deal for businessmen. He held the record of unstoppable album releases in the same year and as usual, all of the songs were major hits. It was craze in generation. MK – 'M' The Killer was god for music lover, even though he was here for a murder trial. His fans never thought he could do something wrong and even if he had, they were all okay with it. His talent, his singing was far better than any bad quality he had. His natural talent absolutely overshadowed all his negative behavior whether it was beating a reporter, drinking and smoking in prestigious award show, calling his boss an A** in public or just killing his girlfriend.
He was sitting on the seat like dead – frozen. He was in his pair of old denim jeans and a white shirt with a light brown jacket which looked like a decade old jacket but as he wore it and then, it was fashion. His face was expressionless, eyes gazing at nothing but his hands. His hands were tied in handcuffs, there were metal chain in his legs which was heavy but he did not even noticed. He looked like he had not slept from months; hair was messy, long, black and curly, up to his shoulder. He did not shave from last few weeks; his eyes were red and swollen, probably from insomnia. He did not move, he sat there until the guard shook him from shoulder and asked him to get up. When he came out from the van, there was loud scream of his name, and he looked up and there was another scream from crowd, out of excitement. And People called his name millions time, all he could heard was, 'We are with you.' 'You are our GOD!' 'MK Rocks' 'we love you, MK' 'MK – The Rockstar' 'MK the Killer'. Ever so slowly, he raised his one hand with little effort, and his second hand was automatically up, he raised both his hands, and looked at the crowd and they were once again charged. Before he could do anything more, the guard pushed him, and other guards came forward to protect him from the crowd. He walked through the crowd, and after half and hour they were in special room of fast track court. After regular legal proceedings, the judge asked him for final time if he accepted what he did and he said, 'Yes! I killed her. I killed Geet. It was me.' Last thing he saw was his lawyer sitting on his chair in complete anger and fury. He knew what was coming next.
***
'Why the hell did you say that?'
They were in his small barrack of the Central Jail. His lawyer was educated, smart, professional and very successful. He never lost any case and that was the reason why his company hired him. He was best at what he did. When Maan confessed in the court without even mentioning to him, he was angry.
'I'm asking something.' He yelled.
There was pin drop silence in the place. He did not say anything; he kept staring at the dark, black wall.
'Because…I never lie.'
'What? It means…You really did…? Maan…Sorry, M, What is it that you are not telling me?'
He did not say anything. The lawyer understood that he would not say anything if would ask professionally. He swallowed hard and tried to be patient with him. He was not of his age, he was an older man, and he has a son of Maan's age. But the truth was that he was intrigued by this case and Maan. He found him innocent and pure but he could never understand why he was in this mess. Until the moment he admitted in the court, he truly believed that Maan was innocent, he was just framed. But his confession in public shook him, he was sorry for the young boy. He came closer to him and touched his shoulder lovingly. He did not looked up but he was moved, since after months someone touched him lovingly otherwise he was only touched for beating up by cops.
'Maan…Sorry, M. I am so sorry I am not used to this thing. I…I can't remember all the time to call you as MK or M. You see…my age.' And he laughed nervously.
Eventually both of them knew that it was a lie. It was nothing to do with age; he was a smart and intelligent man. It was just that he liked to call him as Maan.
'You can…' he said.
'Okay…Maan! So would you like to tell me what is wrong here? What am I missing?'
He did not say anything but for once he looked up and signed him to sit. He sat and ever so slowly he broke the silence,
'You know I have a son like you. He is your biggest fan, he loves music so much. He never misses your concerts.'
Again there was no response.
'Maan. I don't know how to say but I think you are hiding something. And you can tell me, I can help you, Maan. I want to help you. What is missing in your story? What happened that night? How did she die? Did you really kill her?'
'I said…I never lie. I did.'
'But why? As far as I know you two were great friends right? You liked her, Am I right?'
He closed his eyes and saw her once again. Images of her came across his mind and he was vulnerable. He opened her eyes in an instant.
'You loved her, don't you?'
He did not say anything but both knew it was true.
'Tell me…'
And he was in past, before two years.
He was the most talented student of the class and she was the sweetest girl in the world. He was honest, simple, brilliant and cute boy. He was interested in Music; he was gifted with that talent. He used to win all the prizes in singing contests. Studying at the same college they met, they became friends, they liked each other. He was a son of the richest businessman of the city, his father gave him each and everything he wanted and mostly he never asked for more except for Guitar, Keyboard and musical instruments. He lived through music; it was his hobby, his love, his passion until he met her. She was living alone in the city; her parents were died when she was ten. She loved his music, he would sing and play guitar and she would listen for hours. They fell in love with each other in no time, they were happy. She motivated him for his music career, he tried hard but no one selected him. He gave countless auditions but nothing happened. She would encourage him and he would try more but with the passage of time he could not concentrate on music, he was more into her. He started missing auditions for her, slowly, he completely left trying. His friend, Neha did not like it but she was helpless. Her friend Maan was madly in love with Geet.
***
He got up early and got ready. It was her birthday. He chose red sports car for the day as he knew she loved that car. He had plans for her birthday. As he reached her rented apartment, she opened the door and smiled.
'I knew it.'
'Happy Birthday!' and he gave her flowers and gifts.
'Maan…This is too much. I can't take all this.'
'Shut up.' And he entered the house and took her in his arms and kissed her. She laughed musically in his ears.
'What's your plan?' he asked her still holding her.
'Lunch with friends and then movie. Get me down.'
And he did.
'Forget it.'
'What?'
'You are not going anywhere today. Your whole day is mine.'
'But Maan…I have…'
He put his hands to his ears and pretended not to listen anything. She looked at him in shock. And he smiled mischievously,
'You were saying something?'
'Shut up. I have promised…'
'Please spend your day with me. Please…I have arranged everything. I might not be here for fifteen days as Dad wants me to go with him on business tour. That's why I am asking…'
And she put her fingers on his mouth. And she sealed his lips. They both knew what her answer was.
They spent entire day happily. He made her day special with all her favorite places and food. He never saw her much happy. He was happy. He gifted her so many things, all that she wanted. When they came back to her apartment late night he was tired but he marked that she was worried for something. He asked her twice that day but she refused but then he asked her again, he insisted. And she gave in.
'Maan, it's my landlord. You know na? I already hate him and now he wants me to leave this place. I really don't know why? But now he is saying…he does not like my living style.'
'…but you paid rent. We pain rent.'
'I know. But still…I am scared Maan.' And she hugged him fearfully.
'Why?'
'Last night he came here at 2 and told me if I'd not leave from here he would do something I would regret…' and she cried.
'What? How the hell can he say something like that? Wait…I will see…I am not going to leave him…That creep. Son of a b****…Just wait…' and he broke the hug and got up. But she pulled him back.
'Maan…it's late and besides we know it's useless to talk with him. Leave him…Think what will I do now?'
'Come to my home.' He joked.
'This is not joke, Maan. I am in need of shelter. I need another safe apartment. I already asked my agent for search. He suggested me one flat, it's just perfect, near your home and very cozy. I saw it once and I love it but it's too costly for me. I can't afford the rent.'
'Rent? Forget rent…You want to buy that? We can buy it and then no owner…no rent…no tension. I can buy it. My birthday gift.' And he kissed her fingers.
'No! You have already given me so much. I can't take more.'
'Oh…how will you marry me if you keep saying this? You love me, sure? I love you…baby. It's okay. All fine.' He assured her.
After her million refusals, she accepted. He agreed to give her money as he was leaving country in next two days. It was all set. He was rich enough to afford one flat in that city. He was returning home and his phone rang, it was from his friend, Neha. He was shocked to know that he was called for an audition; it was almost after six months he left trying. But he kindly refused as he could not give it. He was in business then. Neha forced him to give it a try but he refused. But they both knew Neha was stubborn, she promised to remind him on the day of Audition.
***
He was on airport and he was informed that his flight was late by three hours. He was nervous, not for the flight but she did not pick his calls nor messaged him. It never happened, somewhere deep in his heart, he was scared for her. He decided to go check on her. He had plenty of time to make it to the flight. He drove as fast as he could. He knew that by that night she must have moved in his flat, their little heaven, his gift to her. He thanked his manager as before a day, he gave the keys to him just in case of any event. He reached on the floor and decided to knock but then he dropped the idea, he wanted to surprise her. He opened the door with his keys and walked in to the apartment. It was big, white with light purple blend and cozy place. Everything was arranged perfectly, on the front wall he was trying to find their picture but he could not find it. It shocked him as just before two days he sent it and they hung that picture together on the same wall. He moved in with thunderous heartbeats. As he entered her bedroom, it was messy. There was a large suitcase on the bed which was open and there were men's cloths in it. His heart skipped a beat and then he heard some voice from the balcony. He moved ahead with great amount of terror in his heart. From the corner of the wall, he saw two figures in one black satin quilt. He was shocked – shell shocked. He could not move an inch or do anything. He just heard the sound of musical smile he loved. It was mixed with another laugh which was not sweet for him. Her cloths were scattered around the glass doors of balcony, along with that stranger man's cloths. He looked both of them for a minute. He was kissing her bare back, and she was smiling. She was kissing his fingers just like she used to kiss his. He closed his eyes in pain. He clenched his fists tightly.
He felt sharp pain in his chest which burned his heart. He could not believe his eyes anymore, his love of the life, Geet naked on the floor with another man. He wished if it was some cruel nightmare but it was not dream. It was his reality, his world; his dream world was shattered and broken in million pieces. He stood there for a second, rooted to the floor and opened his eyes again, and saw her again kissing him. A night lamp near the table was lit, there was dim yellow light of it, and he banged his fist on the table and lamp was broken with a smack. That was it. Geet and the other man turned around and Geet saw him. She was shocked. She covered herself with the quilt and asked angrily,
'What the hell are you doing here? And how did you come in?
He did not say a word but his eyes expressed all his pain and sorrow. Out of shame and shock, even she could not continue. They both looked at each other in their eyes for moment and he walked back in to the room. They followed him. After initial moments of shock and pain, a rush of sanity came over him and suddenly he turned out with anger and screamed,
'I was a fool…but not anymore. I am going to get back my papers. This is my property.'
But they both knew that money did not matter to him anymore. He was deeply hurt by her actions, she backstabbed him and his trust was broken. Issue of property was just cover to his ego and sanity. He was in love with her but he could not lose brain in it. He was slipped for few days but after all, no one could fool him and she did. He was hurt, his ego, his self-respect, his love, his trust was hurt. He was about to go and the other man stopped him,
'I am sorry Mr. Maan but you can't do that. You know why? Because, I won't let you. This property is mine. I and my wife will not leave this place.' He said, with all comfort and evil smile on his face.
Another shock came over to his heart and shook him from spine.
'Do what you want. You fraud…I will sue you. Go on.' Maan yelled back.
He pulled his collar and smacked his head on the wall, the man was hurt but he laughed. Maan again left from there in anger but the other man called him,
'Are you sure?'
And Maan turned back and he was shocked. He was holding revolver in his hand, pointing at him. The other man smiled cruelly, Geet looked at him and came closer.
'Dev. No…Let him go. We will find another way, honey! We don't have to do this.' She tried to stop him but Dev pushed her.
'Shut up, you idiot! It's because of you he found us. I told you to confirm that he left the country but you fool can not even do one thing right. What a fool wife I got? Look…This is my flat, my money. I have already signed an agreement to sale. No one can stop me, understand? Not even you! Now back off…' And he pushed her again.
'Dev…' she screamed out loud, 'I would call police…Dev. Behave.' She threatened him but in no time, without anyone could understand anything, he looked over his shoulder and pointed the revolver to his own wife. Maan did not move an inch.
'I will kill you…Just stay out of my way. What's your problem? We will kill him, no one will ever know! Don't tell me…You actually love…'
'NO! I love you, Dev. I just used him. I love you, honey! He was just a tool!' she said confidently, looking into Maan's eyes and smiled.
Maan could not say anything. He just stood there, totally blank and hurt.
'I am trying to save you, honey! We don't want cops involved. You see? I can't see you in trouble.' She caressed Dev's face and kissed him.
Maan closed his eyes in dismay.
Dev was moved for a second but immediately he pulled her out and again pointed revolver at him,
'But I can't let this go…This is mine, my money. I have to kill him. And if you will not kill him; I will kill you, too!'
'You can't! Can you? You will kill your wife? Dev…We will earn money anyhow, just let him go…'
'Shut up…You B****! Just back off…'
And he was about to hit the trigger and she held his hand strongly and pointed at the opposite wall, he pushed her again and she fell on the ground. Dev pointed revolver at her,
'Looks like…I have to kill you first. No one can come between me and my money! Not even you…'
But before he could hit the trigger, in the fraction of a second, Maan came and pushed him back. She was saved; Maan took the gun in his hand. He punched him tough; he fell on the ground faintly. He waited for a second and pointed the gun at her. She was literally shocked. Maan could see pleadings in her eyes, not to kill her but he looked at her without any feelings.
'I have right to kill you. Not him.' He said, complete blank.
And he closed his eyes; with complete concentration he hit the trigger. She was shot. Maan opened his eyes and saw her lying halfheartedly, she was bleeding from stomach. He dropped the gun and moved forward. He held her by shoulders and hugged her. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled.
'I still don't love you…'
'Me, too!' he said and she brushed her lips with his.
She felt weedy, her vision was blurry then and she was short for breaths then, he held her even tighter. He pulled herself out.
'Name…' he said, his voice was hoarse, choking all tears.
'Whhat…?' she asked, struggling for fresh air.
'What is your real name…?'
She smiled and tried to hide herself in croon of his neck.
'Geet! I did not want to lie to you… not at least about my name…' she smiled heavenly at him which he completely adored.
And she collapsed in his arms. He knew she was no more then. He sat there, holding her tightly, complete blank. He did not even notice that Dev left the place before few minutes, and only after an hour when his phone rang, it was Neha, his friend who called him to inform about his audition, suddenly he came to sense; he kissed her one last time and left. That night he gave audition, with pure soul. Next day he was under arrested for Murder of Mr. Dev's wife. And he was selected, within next fifteen days, on bail by his father and his reputation he came out. He recorded for all songs and all he knew that he was a Rockstar then. Within a week of release of his first album, he created Magic. Murder case continued. After few months, with brilliant work by his lawyer he was declared above suspicion, and in respect of self-defense, he was declared innocent with huge amount of penalty. But it did not matter for anyone; it seemed everyone forgot that night except Maan. The whole world met new person called, M. Maan was no longer alive then, all people know was M and MK – Maan the Killer. Maan never came back after that night. Everyone loved this person, complete damaged, hurt and aloof. He tried each and everything to forget her and that included Alcohol, Drugs, Women and everything but nothing worked. Every night he tried to sleep, he could see her image laughing at him. His love, his trust was damaged permanently and he had no clue how to mend it. He was a craze in youth and somewhat Neha understood his condition but he never told anyone what happened with him. Neha tried to mend him with all her love and support but in the end she knew that her friend Maan was no longer same. There was only one person, M. M was mean, cruel, whimsical, crazy, rude, evil and complete opposite to what Maan was, once upon a time. People called him God of the new age Music. They worshipped him, they wanted him, they awarded his talent, his work and all he was, a blank, soulless person with only one thing left – Music. He lived through Music and he did it. The only thing gave him peace was singing. Whenever he sang in between million people, he would see her with him, supporting him. He would connect with her only through Music. M was born that night and Maan was killed that night. Someone lost a son and a friend and the whole world got new God, new trend, and new craze for Music Industry. A huge price was paid by him to be recognized as great, god of music, huge price included his own life. It continued for years, he was a history; he created a history only with the price he paid for the fame and name.
***
Note : Okay, so lemme admit here, I am obsessed with the character of Ranbir Kapoor in Rockstar so I literally borrowed that character of him, and title! As you see...I could not find anything last night, when I was writing! It just came into my mind and I did it!
Sorry for any mistakes, and Thank you for reading!
Oh..BTW, Happy New Year to all!
Its my first work in new year! 😉
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