Part 7
"She is your wife, she will go hand in hand with you, pun intended and no pun intended. I will come only if she is walking on the red carpet with you. You tell your designer Andy to dress her up", Daadi gave an ultimatum.
"You blackmail me all the time, and now your bahu as well", retorted Abhishek.
Daadi was going to be attending the music awards as an audience. Abhishek was to receive a special award and she wanted me to attend the event as well. With her persistence, none of my pleas about not being able to handle glitz and glamour stood a chance. Daadi asked Abhi to call his designer Andy to help me with my clothes for the event and left the room.
"Suniye, I won't be able to do this. So many cameras, people and I don't even look good or know how to dress up", my worries had turned practical now.
"Do you think I am the most good looking man in this country?" he asked me with his hands crossed on his chest.
That's what Bulbul always claimed, I remembered. If I honestly wanted to ask myself, I could have almost agreed with him as of today.
"I think I am", he answered his own question sparing me the trouble.
"I am the most good looking man because I believe I am. And I make people believe that as well. It's all in your head", he said tapping at my head with his finger.
"Andy will make you look like a star, don't worry, Chashmish", he assured.
I had just hoped I wouldn't be forced to wear gowns or short dresses I wouldn't be comfortable with. I got a phonecall from my mother, which distracted me from the matter. I walked to the balcony to talk to her.
My mother was supposed to get her radiotherapy that afternoon but the doctor who was in charge had moved to a new hospital. The hospital people called her asking her to book new appointments at the doctor's new hospital. I tried to call the doctor but he was unavailable. I decided to go meet the doctor at his office the next day and convinced the receptionist for an appointment to meet him for a few minutes.
The next day I went to meet the doctor only to find he had taken off for the day and his staff refused to give my mother an appointment soon. However, with a lot of requests, I got an appointment to meet the doctor a week later.
Andy had arrived home with several designs for me that evening.
Andy was an interesting and jovial feminine man but I was taken over by the collection he had got with him for me to choose from. He had got me sarees and explained that when he attended my wedding, he had figured out what I would like and what would suit me and was waiting for a chance to design for me. Daadi joined me in choosing the saree for the event and we decided on a pink lace saree. It was only after Andy left, I realized the blouse was quite revealing but I was happy that at least it was not a gown I had to wear.
The evening of the music awards event, Andy was back in the Mehra house helping Abhishek and myself with our outfits. Abhishek had worn formals with a maroon shirt and skinny tie and Daadi had worn a royal red and green Patiala dress. I was the last one Andy and his helper lady got ready but took the most time with. I was actually feeling quite uncomfortable with the blouse that hardly covered my back and the lace saree seemed all the more transparent. But since we were already running late I hardly could complain and I was thankful that they let my hair loose. I hoped that the hair covered my back, at least a part of it.
Andy wanted to click pictures with the people he dressed that evening and Abhishek came to the room along with Daadi for the same.
"Where is my wife, Andy?" Abhishek searched around ignoring my presence.
"I told you she is a pretty woman", Andy said looking at me.
"Andy, she isn't Julia Roberts but Hema Malini, isn't she Daadi?", Abhi said as he put his shoulder around me for a picture. My heart that had started to beat faster slowed down a little when Abhi asked Daadi to join the picture and he out his other hand on her shoulder.
"Perfect", Andy took a picture.
Abhishek, his manager, Daadi and I left in one car to the event driven by one of the drivers. I ended up sitting in between Daadi and Abhishek in the backseat. Abhishek put his arm along the backseat stretching upto Daadi.
This is exactly what I didn't want- Abhishek so close to me and my body feeling aware of him all over.
"How will I call you Chashmish today? Where are your glasses? And you are not even wearing chatris" Abhishek said in my ear.
My breath hitched. I just scrunched my nose and turned away.
"Don't make that face. Remember you will be clicked for the whole time tonight. You have to keep a bright and smiley face no matter what you feel inside. Celebrity rule no. 1", Abhishek explained and I was already feeling suffocated with his celebrity world.
When we reached the venue, Daadi got out of the car since she was going to be escorted to the audience area and we were going to the front entrance to walk the red carpet. As soon as Daadi got out of the car I moved way from Abhishek and sat by the window. I noticed him looking at me but I did not meet his eyes.
When we reached the front entrance, Abhishek got out of the car and as I tried to open the door, he opened it for me and extended his hand for me to hold.
I was taken aback by the flash of a 100 cameras aimed at us.
"The hoopla begins. Let's rock it baby", Abhishek said as I stepped out of the car. He walked waving, posing for the cameras, passing flying kisses and holding my hand. I was in a state of shock with so many lights, so many people looking at us, taking pictures, whistling and clapping for us. People were even trying to touch, kiss and hug Abhishek when we were close to the barricades.
I love you, Abhi- screams could not be missed every now and then from the fans.
"Hold my arm", Abhishek whispered and that's when I wondered what my face was expressing when I was in awe at my first exposure to media and fan frenzy.
Just then some reporters stopped us and started asking questions. I clutched Abhishek's arm tightly for I was feeling so nervous. Abhishek mostly answered the questions for both of us since he might have realized my state of mind. He was so confident and even took the reporters for a ride with his witty lines.
Your wife is so pretty- was something that was heard too, a few times.
Pretty was never a word used when people talked about me. They had always meant not pretty. I rather felt people are now calling me pretty because I am Abhishek's wife, and they wouldn't dare saying something else.
If the fans and media wanted a sight of Abhishek, the people from celebrity world wanted a piece of him. That's what I figured out when we finally reached the lobby of the extravagant auditorium. I could recognize the big names from movies and music world treating Abhishek like a king and everyone had something to say, wanting to impress him.
Abhishek loved all the attention. He was cheerful and nice with everyone, especially the beautiful women. I looked away when he kissed those actresses and models on their cheeks as he greeted them. But he hadn't let go of my hand.
I again had a bunch of people commenting on how pretty I looked. I had no idea how to react to that.
Finally we were seated in the front row where Daadi already waited for us. The awards ceremony started with colourful performances. At some point Abhi was called on stage for a special achievement award for selling the maximum number of albums in the shortest span of time. He took his Daadi with him to the stage and actually had her receive his award. And his award speech was just a couple of lines where he dedicated it to the old woman with him calling her the love of his life.
Abhi was prompted to sing a song too on stage and he said he would sing a couple of lines he recently wrote.
Oh Hansini Meri Hansini Kahan Ud Chali
Mere Armano Peh Pankh Lagake
Kahan Ud Chali
Oh Hansini Meri Hansini
No percussions, no chorus, no rap, just his voice- and it resonated through the auditorium rewarding him with a standing ovation. And I had goose bumps.
I had heard his songs a hundred times when Bulbul played them in my mother's house. But they never sounded like this. May be I had never heard him like this.
Now I had a fair idea why he was adored by millions. He was a true rockstar.
After the ceremony, there was an after party. Daadi left for home since the party was to go until late night. The party was for a few high profile people from the glamour industry. No cameras, no press was allowed.
Again, one or the other person was trying to get Abhishek's attention. They would pick up a conversation with me as well. I hardly knew how to make conversations but since they had a lot of questions to ask me, I could get away saying a few Yes or Nos.
"Abhi!!!", came a tall, pretty girl dressed in a gown with a low cut showing her cleavage and fully exposed back. I recognized her as Tannu Mehta.
"Hi, Mrs. Rockstar", she greeted me with a hug and with sarcasm in her voice.
"Hi Tannu" Abhishek hugged her too.
"If you don't mind, can I steal your husband for a minute?" Tannu asked me and I had no answer for her. And she hadn't waited for an answer either while she dragged Abhishek with her to a corner, behind the pillars.
I did not want to turn back and look at them but somehow I did after a couple of minutes. I couldn't hear what they talked, but I saw him standing with his back to the pillar and her hands on his chest, her body pressed to his. I couldn't see their faces for a chandelier blocked my sight. I didn't need to see to imagine what would they be up to.
I just wanted to disappear from that place. I knew Abhishek was not answerable to me and didn't even know why I even thought of him being answerable. I reminded myself this was a fake marriage, Abhishek was not my husband and all this was just a temporary situation in my life and there was no need to get emotionally involved. Just when I determined so, I felt Abhishek's hands surround my waist pulling me to into him.
"Sorry to keep you waiting baby, let's go dance", he said loudly. I was about to question his actions and that's when he hugged me bringing his mouth near my ear.
"Chashmish, you have to do me a favour. You know this Tannu, she doesn't get the message. I have broken off with her ages ago, but she thinks we should get back together. She can't accept I am married, but she needs to get it clear and go off of my back. So please dance with me, you will na? I will sponsor your Ph.D. in Britain in return".
The mere physical proximity was distracting me from being analytical of what was going on. And he took my inability to object to his idea as an agreement.
As he took my hand and walked to the area where people were swaying, I came to my senses a little bit and told him I wouldn't be comfortable in dancing although what I really wanted to say was I wouldn't be comfortable dancing as well as dancing with him.
"You don't have to do salsa, just follow my lead. You will be fine", he said.
As we were almost at the centre of the area, people noticed us and started cheering for us. I had lost my chances to put forward an objection given everyone's eyes were on us.
Abhishek took my left hand to his shoulder and set it there. His right hand was placed on my waist with a light touch. He locked his fingers of our other hands and started moving. I had my eyes set on his tie as we moved while I tried to disorient my body's reactions. People clapped for us and went back to dancing. I noticed Tannu from a corner of my eye looking at us with a smile but in complete disapproval.
"Thank you" I heard Abhishek say.
But I was too lost in the tingles and shivers Abhishek's fingers on my waist causing to answer him. As we lazily moved, I noticed Tannu walking out of the hall and I saw Abhishek noticing it too. But he didn't let my hands go. I rather felt a little more pressure of his hand on my waist and his fingers further closing with mine. I thought I imagined him pulling me closer. But that wasn't my imagination really as I felt his eyes surveying my face, when I looked up to question him what he was doing. And that was when I couldn't decide if time stalled or it moved way too fast. I was lost beyond belief.
"Beautiful", I heard his husky but unusually deep voice.
I couldn't believe what he said but it sounded like the most genuine word I had ever heard. It felt like some deep wound was touched and healed at the same time. I kept looking into his eyes that were saying a lot more. I was trying to read them. I wanted to ask them if they meant what they seemed to mean.
"Chashmish!", I felt his fingers dig into my waist causing me to huff in slight pain.
"Are you sleeping with your eyes open? Tannu is gone. What did you think, we will dance through the night? Come it's time, let's go home. I have a recording in the morning too", he brought me down from the high he had just taken me to.
I completely released myself from his arms and gathered my breathing.
"Let's go", he said and I followed him.
The journey back was him talking about the record label that sponsored the event, the award show performances and so many other things that did not matter to me. The issue of Tannu or us dancing was not discussed while that was the only thing on my mind.
It was way past midnight when we reached home. I used the bathroom first and removed the make up and changed. Abhishek went to take a shower after me. I went to the balcony and stood by the railings, trying to calm my mind looking at the stars.
It's a fake marriage, Abhishek is a rockstar with a lot more to life than this marriage, I married for the sake of my mother's health, and my only obligation to Abhishek is his Daadi's health, I should only focus on that and stop thinking about these nonsensical emotions I am getting pulled into. I have my life, my job, my research and my values. I am not going to get lost in what could just be a hormonal feeling that's threatening me.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes praying to the heavens to give me peace.
I felt a push on my back and almost felt like I was falling off of the balcony. As I screamed in shock, I felt Abhishek's strong arms holding and steadying me.
"Not scared?" Abhishek gripped my waist further while his lips broke into a teasing silly grin.
But I was in a completely different tangent of emotions.
I used all my strength to push him away from me.
"You have no right to touch me like this", I screamed as he looked at me in surprise.
Edited by -Tia- - 10 years ago
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