~ The Story of 7 Slaps ~
Her first slap was result of his downright arrogance and attitude. That man was height of being egoistical narcissistic superstar that he was. She hated him. He insulted her, ruined his family and she made sure that she would not let him go simply. As soon as she heard the complete crap he mentioned about her and family. She decided to give him a lesson. So, she slapped him. It was pure hatred and loathe. And she wished she would never see him again. Never. She was done with him. All she wanted was the normal life and he took that away from her, she lost her best friend because of him. In exchange, she got the same hatred from him. It was so mutual. They hated each other.
Her second and third slap was result of matching absolute arrogance and superiority but with an additional pride of him being him. This time she could not control so she slapped him twice. This time he crossed all limits by making the biggest mistake he could ever make, to force her into something which she never dreamt of. Marriage. She was numb until she saw him again and when she saw him approaching his way through bedroom with all his man glory she could not control anymore and imprinted her handprint on his fair cheeks. It gave her strange satisfaction. There was much more than hatred between them. In exchange, she earned his loathe.
Her fourth slap was result of misunderstanding. This time she accused him for sexual harassment for her friend. It irritated her at first but then she knew it was a mistake. Her fourth slap came with a heartfelt apology. If she could be heartless for insulting him in front of everyone then she could be compassionate and kind enough to apologize to him in front of everyone. She was forgiven. He was forgiven. It all started with slap and according to her, it finished with slap only. It was sealed with care, affection and love. Beyond the mask, she saw the real man; the mask of a bigheaded superstar was shallow to stop her from loving him. She knew she met the one. She loved him with all she had and she was being loved in return. So for her, in exchange, she got her new life. She loved him with all she had. It was beginning.
Her fifth slap was result of disgust and disrespect. Hatred was such small word to symbolize what she actually felt. She was betrayed, cheated and used. She just not hated him for abandoning her but even after rejecting her, breaking her, leaving her alone at the marriage location and simply humiliated her; he dared to show her the same damn attitude. He broke her in worst possible way but not to the extent where she could not stand up for herself. She was mad at him for betraying him but more than that she was mad at herself for letting him break her. She angrily removed the cloths one by one and welcomed him to use her even more, to cross his all limits. Her life turned upside down and she was just angry. She was left wondered if he even loved her or not. In exchange, she got nothing. He was plainly shameful and guilty. He was trapped inside his own game; no matter how hard he tried he just could not memorize that one moment when he fell in love with this rebellious woman who managed to slapped him, hate him and love him passionately. He was confused and left speechless when he first realized that he was indeed love with his fake wife. Fair enough for his deeds, he was left alone and she loathed him from all she had. It was an end.
Her sixth slap was result of happiness, joy, forgiveness and silly fun. It took exact one year, ten months and twenty two days for him to earn her forgiveness and respect. He knew she was the one. Road to redemption was not easy as he thought. There were lots of things to regret, forget and forgive. All he wanted was the respect and love in her eyes for him. She was broken and he healed her, made her whole piece by piece. Initially it was tough job but slowly he made it through her heart again, those thick walls around her heart from earlier heartbreak were staring to break, brick by brick. And after all those efforts, finally, she was able to trust him again. He made her strong and whole. He made her what she was born to be. In exchange, she got them. He got them. For once, both of them were happy and content. They were in love and at last, it was ending of their beginning.
Her seventh and very final slap was result of endless cries, desperate attempt to wake him up; it was result of extreme panic and fear because she knew he would react only if she would slap him. He would want to wake up and take revenge for her slap but he did not. She was more than sure that all her slaps were part of their story and her last one would help continuing it but it was not enough, not this time. She recalled all her slaps from the beginning, from hate to truth to care to betrayal to love and again...to truth, the bitter truth that he was not going to wake up. After panicking, crying, praying and just damn everything all she was left with one tight slap followed by occasional hitting onto his chest with her tiny useless fists. Nothing worked. The Superstar, her man was lying lifeless on the bed and she just had to accept. He was shot in the middle of the chest; a single GSW was the reason of his death, their end. A very tragic end. Of course, in attempt to save her. She being his soul mate knew what she had to do. She had to move on, to let the show go on. And that was he taught her, she loved him enough to let him go in happiness. And she knew what would make him happy and satisfied. And she never looked back. It was their end and their beginning at the same time. And that's how world was introduced to Superstar Madhubala.
