FF || Mine || Teaser & Character Sketch: Pg 1

His heart was as dark as the night sky, his feelings; his emotions were as cold and distant as a rock. He was known to her as controlling, compulsive and as a master'a master of disguise. He donned the perfect disguise of coming out as a cold hearted beast, his human sensitivity long buried in his past. He fed his ego by hurting others, by being the superior force, the superstar. But yet, he hurt, his personality conflicted to not see anyone'her, in pain, physically, yet he was responsible for the emotional hurt, the root cause. He was Rishabh Kundra, superstar RK.

Her eyes were as clear as a crystal, her mind, and her heart as pure as water. She felt emotions, all kinds, hurt, love, passion, anger. Her beauty was undefined. And she was nothing but a puppet, to him. She gave in to him, to his wishes, not because he was her husband because to him, she was just his 'biwi', his slave as he preferred but she gave in to him because she had to. Mentally, emotionally, she was strong, tried to be strong, but he didn't like hearing 'no.' After all, their marriage had been nothing but a contract, a compromise where he had bought her, like a toy from a store. He had offered her money and she had accepted to be his, for her family. His biwi. She was Madhubala Shamsher Mallik, no. That was her past. Now, she was Madhubala Rishabh Kundra and her husband spent every ounce of his day trying his best to make her regret it.

RK grabbed Madhu's hand with a force that almost twisted her hand into knots and dragged a reluctant and scared Madhubala around the house until she was pressed securely and with a jerk against the wall. RK's hands automatically left her hands and travelled on par with her body until they were firmly placed on both sides the wall, her head in the middle and his body pressed so close to hers that she could hear his heart beating. RK was close to Madhu that she could feel his breath on her face, on her lips, and it reeked of alcohol.

Madhu was dead scared. RK wasn't acting himself 'but then again, he never acted himself around her. Yes, he was known to have an ego, an ego that fed of seeing her suffer, but this was different, something new. RK touched her, she didn't deny that but never this closely, never this way, never with this much heat radiating off his body. She had seen RK angry, he was angry now, miffed at something.

"Madhubala'Ahaan'" RK moved his lips, close to her ears, his face moved close to her hair, almost as if RK meant to do that, meant to be this intimate, meant to be this close to her, close to her hair, close enough that her hair fell on his face.

"Do you know what people say to me? That I have a pretty wife. The way other men look at you, makes my blood boil. And I hate it. I hate it that people look at you, ache for you, that other people are mesmerized by your beauty." RK gritted his teeth to avoid from burning up like a flame, in the heat of the moment and suddenly backed away, and started laughing. A small, barely audible laugh, his expression changing from rage to something wicked.

"But I have something they don't. You. Of course I have you. Here. Because I paid for you. Because we made a deal and if you remember quickly, the deal was I buy you'I mean marry you and in return you get money for your 'Mallick''that's what you call him, his treatment, surgery or whatever that was. Isn't that right?"

"Rishabh'"

"Shut up. Just shut up." Rishabh's hands went forcefully to Madhubala's waist, gripping it firmly. RK wanted to imprint himself on her. He hated the way other men looked at her, at his film sets, his blood boiled when he heard her talk to other guys, smile at them'the way she never smiled at me.

Yeah, Madhubala'Aahaan might have been married to him, and he may own her body, but he didn't want that. Yeah, he was a man of ego, reluctant to have anyone get close to him, but still, he wanted to imprint himself on Madhubala so that other predators would stay away. So that she'd know who owned her, whom she belonged to, whom had bought and paid for her.

"Rishabh'" Madhubala said, struggling in RK's grasp of her waist. "Let me go."

Risbabh's wicked grin returned. "Why? Scared biwi? Scared of your husband?"

"You are not my husband. A husband is someone who shares his joys and sorrows, someone who provides security, safety. A husband doesn't buy his wife and he definitely doesn't cause her pain and hurt."

"Oh really, does this hurt?" Rishabh let go of one of the hands that grasped Madhubala's waist and tightly gripped her hand, twisting it slightly before smacking 'his hand, the one that tightly gripped Madhubala's hand first 'to the wall beside her head. "Does this hurt you biwi?"

Madhubala closed her eyes and shook her head, trying not to cry. "No'"

"It doesn't?" Rishabh asked sarcastically.

Madhubala shook her head. Rishabh twisted her hand gently, just a little. "Rishabh stop, it hurts."

Rishabh smiled and pressed his lips together before letting go of her hand 'but not before he had taken the time to rub it gently and that confused Madhubala. A lot.

RK's lips moved close to Madhubala's lips, before he muttered "Remember biwi, don't deny me anything. Not yourself, not your body. Because RK gets what he wants and it's better that you give him what he wants agreeably."

Madhubala closed her eyes, as RK's hand, one at her waist, and the second hand, travelling lightly up her back until it found the string that connected the top shoulder part of her suit together and tugged it, until it fell open. Madhubala whimpered, she was scared. She didn't want this. Not now. But she did. She did want it'

RK's hand moved to her shoulder and gently pulled onto the dress from the shoulder and it fell down to from one of the shoulders, but not all the way down. The little removal of the shoulder sleeve, revealed Madhubala's skin to RK and he gently lowered his head down to her neck, kissing it, trailing the kisses down from her neck, one by one. Her skin was soft, the softest he had ever seen and the rapid heartbeat of hers, he could feel she was scared, nervous, excited, confused. And he liked that. He liked the fact that he made her feel all those things.

He kissed his way down her shoulder, placing each kiss with a calculated move to see her reaction, see her whimper, shiver.

"Remember biwi, this'you'your body'your soul is mine. And I will have you one day. Everywhere. Every corner of this house. Every surface of this house. It will only be us. Me and you. And be ready for that because it can be anywhere and anytime. And this was just a trailer. I may be a egocentric maddening beast, but I am definitely not the kind of you were thinking I was back there. Definitely not that."