Revenge:SS part 2 updated pg 10(22/2) - Page 6

Perfectly captured teh essence of the moment Bindu...

Sorry for the late reply Bindu.

very very intense story

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The Break Down

Bittuji was acting weird since some time. He seemed agitated, conscious about his phone conversations which broke off when he was near, distracted to the point of incompetency.. something that was not associated with his trusted lieutenant.

"What is it Bittuji?"

"Nothing chief." he fidgeted and tightened his grip on his phone.

A possible reason for the agitation nudged, causing fingers of dread to crawl.

"What is the news from Mumbai?"

"Mumbai, Chief? We just left a couple of days back, so what.." he avoided looking in the face while replying, but his voice spoke of the anguish he was trying to hold back

He felt a chill down his spine, "Spit it out ."

Bittuji just shook his bowed head, a lone tear slipping down his round cheek.

RK took out his phone and started to call, "Connect me to.."

Bittuji caught his hand and cried, "She is gone, Chief!"

"Gone?" he couldn't help but repeat, "Gone!"

He felt the earth tremble and gripped the back of the chair tightly.

"I though you said she was doing okay. You said that when we arranged for this outdoor shoot."

"I lied."

"You lied?"

"Yes I did, for you.." RK's eyes blazed up in anger. "I know you are angry. But I thought being away would help you to sleep peacefully," he paused, "Did you think that auntiji and I wouldn't notice that you were not eating properly or sleeping without the aid of pills and was taking tranquilizers ?"

"IT is my business, no one is given the authority to interfere with it."

"Being your PA, it is my business to see that your work does not suffer because of your health!"

"Is that so?" his voice was full of scorn.

"Yes! And If I have to lie to achieve that then I will."

That was another blow, that his condition was not secret from them and bittuji was learning to answer back ..the influence of someone.

He moved with the intention of sitting down and swayed.

"Chief!" but he pushed away the hand that reached out to assist, "I'm fine… just exhausted…jet lag!"

He sat back and closed his eyes, trying to keep an appearance of calm.. appearances were necessary. The make believe that everything was alright! But these days it seemed like he never removed his makeup. He was always acting so that no one would guess what was happening to him… Her screams would never leave him alone neither did the sight of her in the ICU.

Remorse was like a heavy weight pressed upon his chest making each breath painful. He just needed to close his eyes to play back that horrible night… to see the flames that danced on her, bright yellow and orange flames brighter than the red of her dress… the thrashing limbs that made her loose her balance and fall off the floor….

His hand moved to rub over the rash that was covered by the cuffs of his shirt, a souvenir of the shared pain where the rope had cut into his skin in his attempt to break free …so save her. He could feel the same dread in his being as her screams ended abruptly.

He took t he glass of water bittuji held out and took a sip. It tasted salty… he held it away. He knew it was not really salty but it was like the salt of her tears remained in his tongue …he needed to calm down. He could feel the adrenalin pumping. He needed to distract himself.

"When?" Even as he released the words he knew it was the wrong question to ask."

"Today morning .. around noon.."

"Around noon .. around noon? Before the shoot?" he did not expect Bittuji to answer and the answer was evident in the bowed head.

"And I was romancing!" He gripped the glass harder, thinking of the scene they had shot. Her presence being felt in flashes of memory of their togetherness was nothing new, still it disturbed him. He was someone who was very particular about on screen kissing, but this once he had agreed, wishing to erase the memory of her kiss. Was the flashes of her, her attempt to reach out to say good bye? It felt like a sacrilege that he was kissing his co-star while she was slipping away… while the coldness of death crept into her body…

He flung the glass away and got up on unsteady feet, "You knew… and still you did not stop the shoot!"

"Why should I? For what reason? According to you what you shared with her was nothing but an act… a game of revenge to teach her her place for messing with The RK. You had your goal and then it was pack up. You said she meant nothing, you were acting. So why should it matter… you were acting then, you were doing the same today, no emotions genuine involved."

"Get out!" he shouted and turned away to avoid further arguments. "Out," he shouted again seeing Bittuji linger.

After one last concerned look bittuji started towards the door only to be stopped by another order, "Cancel the shoot… I am flying back."

"Chief you can't do that. Think of the loss that the production.."

"Ask them to shift to some location in India or hold the shoot… I will bear the expenses!"

"Chief it will still be for nothing… you will never reach in time for the rites… they won't let you near her, the restraining orders…"

His mind went back to the time he had been able to see her after her suicide attempt…sneaking into the ICU while her mother was called away from her side, by bribing the nurses and doctors. His heartbeat accelerated at the memory of the sight of her… only her face and feet were visible outside the white tent sort of thing … her moans of pain in spite of the sedation clutched at his throat like burning ache and had become another haunting memory. But he was caught by Mallik in the room and dragged out of it. His voice was hoarse with supressed menace as he warned him to stay away from his daughter. The next day he was slapped with the restraining orders to keep away from Madhubala Shamsher Mallk.

"But may be the order is invalid now, now that …"

Invalid because she was no more!!

"Still it is better that you don't g o chief.. why to disrupt the peace of her last rites? They will be over by the time you reach… they may not keep her long, given the way she …"

Half sentences, deliberate avoidance of the words… it did nothing to lessen the impact of his imagination or the torment that gripped his soul.

He could imagine the stillness of her, those expressive eyes that mirrored every emotion that passed thru her mind vacant, closed… those beautiful lips that stretched into a becoming smile at the simplest of things inert, those petal soft cheeks pale, as the rush of blood that turned them pink now stopped , and her body that loved to cuddle close into his for a hug cold…

He shivered as if he could almost feel the chill that enveloped her..he staggered off on unsteady legs into the washroom and stood below the shower, setting the temperature high so that he could dispense with the chill and feel connected to the burns that racked her body.

That night he dreamt of his father again, the 12 year old boy RIshab was lighting the funeral pyre. But then the body on the pyre was no longer his father's but his wife's and RK was standing beside it. Suddenly the body on the pyre jerked up with desperate screams..

His screams of horror had Bittuji rush into his room. Delusional he kept repeating that he did not mean to set her on fire….

A few days late, the entertainment world was hit with the news of RK's hospitalisation. Though many rumours sprung about the reason for his ill health no one but those very close to him knew the real reason… he was under psychiatric treatment for a nervous breakdown.

What do you feel about this part? Many of you expect the story to be tragedy ..Ummm so shall I leave it here?

Let me know if you ar feeling bad for RK or Madhu...

I am considering taking an off from this forum for sometime... need to finish my MG FFs and the tension here is doing no good ... once that is done i shall start something here , a long one ...

i know you are not going to miss me as you are going to get Maaneet 😆

lovely part di...I loved the way this was shaping up...i could see the guilt in him...

SR coming up...yippieee...