~ Fire and Desire ~
Prologue:
Weak. He thought she was weak. He thought he would destroy her with his prem game. But no more. She had slept on her bed, weeping but no more. He had hurt her more than anyone could have ever hurt her. He had destroyed her trust, had betrayed her, but she would try her best to forget him from now on because a man like him did not deserve her time of day. The visceral betrayal may have paralyzed her for a while but she could not let it affect her any longer or else he would win. And she could not let him win.
Atleast she had told herself that repeatedly until she went to the shooting after Bittuji had gotten her a job as a hairdresser. She had come face to face with him and she had frozen. Hope had simmered within the broken pieces of her heart as he had screamed Madhu when she had tripped...then died again for the hundredth time since the nightmare had begun when he had betrayed her on their wedding day. The fool that she was...when would she learn to stop hoping. When would she make her heart understand that that man was the embodiment of selfishness, heartlessness. A man who could only love himself and his ego.
The hope had turned into terror as he stood there singing dil dena khel hai dildaar ka. As he stood there making fun of her every desire, feeling, of her love. She had shivered and fled like a coward.
What had he said...kaisi aag ho tum, joh khud hi khud mein jal rahi hai par maum pighalne ka naam hi nahi le raha.
He was right. She was burning, inside and out. She could not douse the fire and the pain. How could he sleep happily when she was burning alive in his betrayal. He would never see that shivering girl again. Madhubala would never give him the satisfaction. She would make him burn in the betrayal he had given her. She would make him regret his every word, his every touch, his every look that had made her fall in love with him.
No more would she burn alone.
RK, shama pe marta hai parwana. Ab tumhe parwana bana meri zindagi ka maksad hoga. Then maybe the pain that was eating her alive would lessen some. And perhaps RK was right, maybe she was a bit of a masochist.
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The next morning Madhu called Bittuji.
"Bittuji, I need you to do something for me. I need to get me a job as RK's hairdresser."
"Bhabhiji, but only yesterday you said that you would never work where RK was around. And now you want to be his hairdresser. Are you sure bhabhiji?"
"Yes bittuji. I stayed up thinking all night and I cannot let what happened just pass. I cannot let RK destroy me like this and just let him go. He has to learn that what he did was wrong. He has to understand what he had and what he lost."
Upcoming track:
Madhu looked at the stick and stared at the two pink lines. She thought back to the night in that village when she and RK had...
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Holla folks. So I was just sitting cruising around a bunch of FF's and I really wanted to read an FF with Madhu pregnant. But I could not find one. So I decided to write one. But then when I started writing it...I started writing about revenge. What can I say...RK inspires revenge within me. But the pregnancy track will be coming up in a while...maybe in the next few parts, I am not entirely sure.
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