One of the best episodes of MB so far. I loved today's episode. So thought of finishing off my OS. I thought of making it a 18+ Os but I was not happy with the outcome. So deleted it. So you may find the ending abrupt. Sorry. Apologies for spelling mistakes and grammatical errors in advance. Hope you enjoy reading it. Will edit some more tomorrow.
Part 2: OS: Promise of happiness
Part 3: read on...
Happily Ever after
Madhu closed the door without making any noise. The bedroom was empty. Madhu's eyes searched for RK' and She was visibly relieved to see him not around. After showering him with those harsh words, She somehow can not take another confrontation with him now.He deserves it madhu. She tried to console herself.
She sat on the bed thinking about today's events. I hate RK. She chanted those words every now and them to assure herself. But somewhere in her heart there was a vacuum which unknowingly filled her eyes. She sobbed silently to ease her heavy heart. The moment of passion shared between her and RK seemed like a distant memory. The mere thought of that intimacy sent shivers down her spine. She clenched the pillows tight.
You hate him madhu
The more she cried, the sooner she understood how futile it is to even think of hating RK. She just could not do that. The harsh words, the hatred she showed towards him, everything she regretted now. She bowed her head in shame. I should not have said those words. She wept bitterly. She switched off the light and darkness enfolded madhu with its protective arms.
"Bhabhijee" Bitoojee switched on the light. He had argued with himself whether to tell madhu the truth or not. Finally, he decided madhu needs direction. She will find her own way, she just needs a little guidance.
"Bhabhijee, Here is the dinner for you"
Madhu did not even bother to look at him. She wanted to make sure that her hatred reaches RK through Bitoojee.
Bitoojee paused for a moment and continued. "RK insisted I make sure you eat it."
With a loud thud, the plate in Bitoojee's hand landed on the floor.
"I do not want his food" A defiant madhu screamed like a tigress.
"He dared to implicate my father."
Unfazed by this sudden outburst, Bitoojee smiled and replied.
"Yes, He dared to implicate your father. He dared to protect you. RK's ways are always queer but it is not difficult to understand if you know the real RK."
Bitoojee left the room, leaving a shocked madhu behind. He knew madhu has picked up the cue.
RK sat in his studio room alone, a place where he can be himself. Everyone comes here to act, but RK comes here to live. He smiled at the irony of the statement. He busied himself with reading the new script. A shadow moved near the door . RKs eyes narrowed but he did not look up from the script.
Madhu. Even before she knocked he knew its her. The turmeric smell, the glimpses of her colorful flowing dupatta, the slight tinkling of the payals, Yes its madhu.
"Madhu, what's the matter"
He pretended to concentrate on the script. Madhu hesitantly entered the room. Silence.
"Yes madhu, I do not have much time to see your mute drama. I am not interested either. So tell me what's the matter." He mouthed without lifting his eyes from the script.
Silence
Finally giving up his pretense, he stoop up and looked at madhu. Seeing the ashen face of madhu, RK's heart missed a beat. What have you done to yourself madhu. She looked like a ghost with pale white face. Her eyes were puffy and red.
"Madhu, are you ok?" His voice full of concern. As an answer to his question she looked at him with her big beautiful eyes for a moment. Then she ran and hugged him tightly in a surprising move. The sudden hug took the wind out of him and he instinctively put his arms around her.
"I am sorry, RK" She murmured between her sobs. He hugged her tightly relishing the warmth of her petite frame.
Days later.
RK surfed the channels impatiently waiting for madhu to come. He already shouted biwi twice. Radha had kept a pooja for his wellbeing and he did not even get a glance of madhu the whole day. He flexed his left hand muscles to ease out the pain. The bandages were removed today but the pain lingers.
Madhu appeared near the door and RK was dazed to see her. Madhu is beautiful naturally, but the red saari she is wearing is accentuating her beauty and she is looking like a princess. RK forgot his annoyance in a jiffy.
"Can't you wait for few more minutes? I was helping ma" She explained, while closing the door.
"Shhh" RK, pulled her towards his side and took out a red dupatta from a cover. With atmost care, he put it over her head and smirked.
"Perfect. Lets get married."
He lit the candles which he kept on the tea table with his lighter. Madhu is still staring at him wide-eyed. He motioned her to walk around the tea table.
"RK.." her voice trailed.
He nudged her elbow to start walking. They took 3 rounds around the table with madhu leading and RK closely following her. Madhu still in shock peered at him and as an answer he kissed her forehead. Tears ran down her cheeks.
"Welcome to my life Mrs Mabhubhala Rishabh Kundra" He smiled.
As a reply, Madhu slightly punched him in the gut and RK was taken aback by this surprise punch. Madhu never fails to surprise him. He laughed encircling her in his arms.
Her breath hitched with the sudden proximity. RK slowly bent his head to touch the bare neck and inhaled sharply making madhu wince. He held her close. I am not gonna loose you again. The thought of loosing her stirred up a dark desire in him.
He moved tightened his grip around her waist and with a sudden urgency he planted few warm kisses on her neck. He touched the delicate material of the red dupatta which covered half of her face. He let it fall on the floor. He pulled her back into a his tight hug and madhu held him closer. He loved her way of reciprocating love, subtle and loving.
He slowly kissed the sideways of her mouth waiting for a cue from her to move forward. She turned and rubbed her lips over his slightly. He chewed her lips before kissing it full on. Letting him sink in the new found feeling of love, RK relaxed the kiss and then he felt madhu opening her mouth slightly wanting more. He let his tongue explore her mouth slowly. Her response was making him excited and he pulled her closer to make her feel his hardness.
RK, opened her dori and he moved the pallu with one hand without breaking the kiss. Madhu did not resist, she moved in closer to him relishing the passionate kiss they shared. His hand explored her back. He slightly moved his hands to the front to touch the side of he breasts. He slowly started stroking his thumbs on the sides of the breasts. She moaned in a very low pitched voice. He moved his hand to the front to cup them and gave it a slight squeeze. The flesh quivered under his hand. It was soft and warm.
He broke the kiss and moved to kiss her neck. He made sure his every kiss reddened her neck. His hands tightened around her breast and madhu let out a slight noise of pain.
You are mine. He murmured.
With a sudden movement RK scooped up madhu in his arms. Her saari fell on the ground. He carried his princess to the bed which he painstakingly decorated himself with rose petals.
The end :)
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