There was no other car in sight. The snow wasn't stopping either.
That damn director! He should at the least check the fricken weather pattern before he schedules an outdoor shoot.
Well now, there he was in the middle of some stupid road with no name, a car that refused to go any further ahead, and a lazy driver.
"Are you sure nothing can be done? Can't you at least try to get the snow out?" He persisted.
"Sir it's too cold outside, if any of us stays out for long we'll freeze to death. I suggest the best idea is to wait till the storm clears out." Chandu replied.
"Well this bloody stupid." He stated as he got his phone out.
No signal. Wonderful. Just bloody wonderful.
"Sabji, we can play antakshri if it would make you happier." The idiotic driver suggested.
He received a "What the hell have you been smoking?" look from RK. But Chandu just wouldn't stop staring him down like an eager puppy.
RK let out a sigh of defeat. "Fine, do you want me to go first or would you like to?"
"Aise nahi, you recite that rhyme and it decides who goes first!" Mohan explained.
RK was taken aback by his driver who literally transformed into a 8-year old kid within a span of 60 seconds. "Uh... Sure?"
"Alright! Chalo khele antakshri, leke prabhu ka naam, something something something, starting with Ma!" He stopped with his finger pointing at RK who was extremely creeped out at the moment by his driver.
"Err... Mere samne wali khidki main, ek chaand sa tukda rehta hai," he began only to be interrupted by his driver.
"Wah! Retro song! Good choice sir!" Chandu noted.
"Yeah... Anyways... Mere samne wali khid... Oh shit Chandu! Look!" RK pointed to the rear view glass.
"Sir I'm sure 'Oh shit Chandu' is not a part of the song." His Highness, Lord Idiot replied.
"Forget it!" He exclaimed to him as he got out of the car and waved his hands trying to get the other car that was driving by to notice.
"Hello! Hello!" He screamed out hoping the car could hear him as it came closer and closer.
Finally, the screeching of the brakes were heard and the car stopped.
"Do you want to get yourself killed!" The driver of the other car walked out only to notice whom it was.
"Ss-ss-s.. Superstar RK!" He sounded like a fangirl.
This should be easy.
"Yes, nice to meet you too. Err.. See our car isn't really suited for this weather and for some reason it's refusing to go any further and we really need to go somewhere. Could you possibly give us a lift?"
"May I see the address," the old man asked.
"Sure, err.. hold on." He asked the man to pause as he searched the pockets of his coat till he finally found the piece of paper with the address and handed it to the man.
"Sir this is too far away to reach by car tonight. I suggest you stop by our Madam's house tonight, she's a really nice person and if you explain to her your situation, I'm sure she'll understand."
RK ran his hands through his hair. He knew he couldn't afford a day off as shooting began tomorrow, but what other choice did he have? "Alright, thank you. Would you mind if I transferred my luggage into your car?"
"Of course you can, the only luggage we have is babba's school bag." He old man chuckled.
"Babba?"
"Madam's son of course!" The old man replied.
Great. A kid too. Life just got better and better.
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They were finally done transferring the luggage and Mohan ran to grab his seat in the front next to the driver. Wimp.
RK finally opened to door to see a small child, around 5-6 years of age, reading a book. Good, he was occupied.
The child looked up once.
Great, now he's gonna ask for an autograph and a billion questions. RK got his pen and pad out as he sat down into the car and began writing an autograph, "Who should I say it's to?" he asked only to be surprised that the child had gone back to his book.
What? Not that he wanted to be asked a billion questions or for an autograph but the star ego in him was hurt.
"Hi," he attempted to begin a conversation.
"Hello," the child responded still reading his book.
Tough nut to crack huh?
"So... what are you reading?" He gestured towards the abnormally large book.
"Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets,"
"Woah, isn't that like too advanced for a little kid like you?"
"Excuse me," the child finally looked up, "...but I'll have you know I'm 6 years and 2 months old! And anyways, Mamma tells me there's nothing wrong with doing more than you are expected to."
"Of course, of course there isn't. I was just..." Forget it. Clearly this kid had no interest speaking to him, he decided to just shut up for the rest of the ride.
The car finally reached its destination.
A beautiful large colonial styled house, covered in multiple layers of snow all over, and soft yellow lights to light up the road. It looked... comfy?
The two drivers helped each other with the luggage as RK and the boy got out.
"Come on, I'll show you where to go." The boy grabbed his hand and started pulling him to the house.
They were walking up the driveway when the boy stopped. "Wait a minute... I think I've seen you somewhere..." the boy adjusted his glasses.
Finally. He was beginning to question his stardom.
"You're the plumber right?"
WHAT? A plumber? He felt like giving the child a whole lesson on Bollywood. "Err.. No... By the way, do you watch Hindi films?" RK asked him.
"No, Mamma says they are nothing but a waste of time and time is very valuable." The boy stated matter of factually.
Of course! He was beginning to question whether his dear "Mamma" would let him stay if he recognized that he was a Hindi Film actor.
He didn't realize when the boy had brought him up to the front door.
Ding Dong. Despite barely being able to reach the doorbell, the boy pressed it as a servant came to open the door and took their coats out of their arms.
"Hello Krish Baba, Hello sir," the old woman welcomed them.
"Wait. You have to wipe your shoes on that mat outside before you enter the house." Krish pointed to the green doormat outside.
Of course sir, he mentally scoffed. He'd followed more orders of this young lad than his own directors.
"Krish! Aa gaye tum? Sorry Mamma, couldn't come pick you up today." A woman with drying her dangling wet hair called out from the top of the stair ways. She looked very young for the mother of a 6 year old child.
"It's ok mom, Driver Uncle brought some cartoon home too." Krish stated as he walked into the dining room nonchalantly.
Cartoon? Oh come on! The things he had to bear for a night's shelter.
"Shh! Aisa nahi bolte!" The woman walked down finally uncovering herself from the curtain of her hair.
She looked exactly like... that's it no more alcohol, not even wine. He tried rubbing his eyes to shoo off the hallucination.
The woman picked Krish's bag up and started heading towards the kitchen without giving him a single look.
"So what brings you here?" She asked warming up the dinner in the microwave.
"Actually," RK tried to glide past her to get a good look at her face, "My," he struggled, "Car.." he continued his attempts.
"Your car what?"
"It wasn't moving further along in the snow, these city tires I tell you, anyways, so I told him that he could come meet you and you would allow him a night's shelter if you knew his situation." Her driver explained as he walked into the kitchen.
"Yeah, that's pretty much it."
"Oh alright, you can just tell Jagdish to put his luggage in the guest room and then get everyone over for dinner." She explained to the old driver.
Dinner with servants? This was new.
"And you..." she finally turned around giving him a look only to be left frozen in her tracks.
He wasn't hallucinating. It was her. She was alive.
Tears started to cloud her vision as he stepped forward. She looked like she was trying to say something but was terribly choking on her words as the first streams of tears were released from his eyes.
He caressed her cheek with his cold palm, still in disbelief that she was indeed alive. "Ma.. Madhu..." he finally managed out a word.
She nodded as she grasped onto the hand that was caressing her face.
"I thought... I thought you'd left me forever." He closed his eyes as he managed the painful words.
He felt her let go of his palm and brush aside him, wiping her tears. "I thought's that what you wanted." She replied, regaining her former composure.
"Madhu, no I..." He tried to explain himself only to have Krish walk in.
"Mamma, what's taking you so long?" He asked as he saw her mom with red puffy eyes and the man's tear stricken face. "What happened?"
"Nothing beta," she attempted to reassure him as she stood beside him. "Mr. Kundra, I don't think we formally introduced ourselves yet," she spoke. "This is my son, Krish Raichand and I am Mrs. Raichand." She emphasized. "Now go back to the dining room Krish, I've made your favorite Cheese Raviolis today," she let him go.
She walked over to the microwave only to be stopped by RK's firm and possessive yet gentle hand on her waist.
"Would you care to explain anything?" He asked sarcastically.
"Explain what?" She mocked his courage.
"This! How is Krish your son? He's 6 years old! And how are you... Mrs. Raichand?" He almost shouted.
"There are some special relations that go beyond blood, and the rest is none of your business, now let me go! And don't you dare utter a word about this to Krish!" She warned as she stepped out of the kitchen with the dinner.
Part 8: "Midnight Meanderings"
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A/N: I hope you liked it! I gave you a super long update (equivalent of 2 parts) so I better not get any complaints this time. I could have been evil and stopped it but I chose not to cause I'm just that sweet! Lol, jk!
Anyways, I was shocked how not many people caught it in the last part that Krish isn't RK and Madhu's biological son, he's 6 years old and Madhu's been gone for 2 years and RK and Madhu never fully "did the deed". Those of you that caught it, good job! Remember, never take any detail in my stories lightly, old readers of mine learnt it the hard way! Kay well, I don't know when I'll be updating next, perhaps next Saturday? I'm busy this upcoming week, sorry!
And one last thing, one thing I try to emphasize in my writings is that there is that the text sounds authentic and that all the side characters are liked and taken with importance by the readers so I hope you liked Chandu the weird driver, the adorable crew of servants Madhu has, and of course our beloved cutesy Krish Baba!
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Shweta <3
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