Masha Allah
It was one of those days when nothing interested him. He already was upset with the matter that had comes into focus regarding the London film project. He had backed out from it. And as usual the press was having a field day and was ready to pounce at him.
He somehow managed to get to home from the airport telling Bittu to handle everything. He was frustrated. Nothing seems to give him peace.
He knew only one thing that will relieve him of the misery. He needed to get away. He needed solace which he always got by hiding himself in the crowd.
Being a star had its advantages. He had access to all kinds of dresses, make-up, and most of all, fake hairs and moustache. He donned himself in a new avatar and went out.
He knew that there is no way he can go out in day time as people will recognize him no matter what he wore or tried to hide himself. As soon as the clock struck 9 o' clock, he went out quietly without telling anyone.
He went near his favorite location. Film city. Since childhood he had been coming there, with with his father, as a superstar's son, then as an AD to various directors, and now as RK the superstar.
He knew only this can rejuvenate him. To look at the dreams, to look at the city of dreams, to look at the place where dreams turn into reality. He remembered how he, as a kid, he used to roam on all the sets, looking from behind the camera. How he was so mesmerized looking at everything. He knew at once what he wanted to do, what he wanted to become.
Now he is back at the same place, to again look for inspiration, to be once again mesmerized. He was roaming from one set to another, looking at the shoots happening there. He was happy looking at one scene, sad at another.
This was the magic of movies. This is what he loved. They take you to a different world. They make you forget where you are. You laugh with the characters, you cry with them, you sympathize with them, and you are ready to fight for them.
He was satisfied. He got his peace. This is what makes him keeps connected to his passion. This is what makes him understand who he is.
He exited the studios and made his way out. Just as he was going, a figure caught his eye. It seemed as someone was running, escaping someone, and hiding. It seemed his foot was not ready to press the accelerator. He wanted to know who that was. He parked his car and went the way where he saw the figure was going.
The person was not there anymore, but he was not willing to move. And the night provided him the cover he needed to find. He did not know what he was doing, why he was doing this. He just knew that he has to find that person.
Who was that person. I need to find it out. Why do I feel like if I don't, I am going to lose something important. Wait, what is that sound. Is someone shouting, but there are many noises. Let me see.
It seemed as if his feet were not his own anymore. He was just following where they were leading. He again saw the same person, but now he could see that it was a girl in pink colour suit, with her back towards him.
What is she doing? Oh, she is playing with the kids. Not again, man, how much she walks. But why am I interested to know who she is. Why do I want to see her once? Why am I following her?
But at that time, his mind was not in position to answer his questions. He again began following her. But she sensed something, ans stopped in her tracks.
It was a full moon night, with only a street light lit in that area. Both were aware of the presence of the other. She turned her head sideways to look from the corner of her eyes who was there, but she saw no one. Then she turned.
It was like the world stopped for him. He was lost. Lost in the beauty, the beauty of her eyes, the beauty of her face. Everything. He was bewitched. No girl has him captured in her one look as she did. Her confused face, trying to find someone. Her eyes searching someone. And he was hidden in the dark night looking at her.
Only one word escaped his lips.
Mashallah.
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Hello to everyone once again...🤗
Since I promised to write one OS per week, so here was my OS for this week...sorry it is on the last day.....again...😆...
n I know it is short, ...but to be honest ..this week I seriously lacked inspiration, and the result was well...🤔..u can c..🤢
my last OS: PARAGON...
& OS: RUN-AWAY
& OS: CROWN PRINCE
& OS: CROWN PRINCE II
hope you all like it...
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Jyoti
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