She had disappeared. I was worried. Heck, I was annoyed! Not because I loved her. No. Love was not an emotion that could be associated with RK. For all I cared she could serve herself on a golden platter before the lion's den for his dinner and I wouldn't as much as give it another thought but simply because her disappearance was forcing me to think about her. The shoot was stalled and everybody's time was being wasted in the paltry search. My timelines and schedules were being drastically affected and I was being forced to think about her. To wonder where she was, how she was and why had she disappeared. Was she well? Had something happened? What could the reason of her disappearance be? I raged and howled and none could escape my wrath today. I wanted her here right before my eyes. I wanted to wring her neck for pulling a vanishing act on me. She was one careless and insensitive woman. If she so wanted to spend the night admiring the woods and the sleep with the creatures of the dark, she could've taken her cell phone along, left a note for someone. Anything! But no, her highness was way above all that. And I couldn't sleep! Not because I cared two cents for her but rather, it was my reputation here that was at stake. Accidents didn't happen on the sets of RK's movies, they never had. And she was so not going to break that one record. I can't keep my eyes open, I'm drowsy and tired and suffering from a terrible headache and she is so going to have to pay for it. If Madhubala survives the woods and the night, she wouldn't definitely survive RK and he would make sure of it. No one messes with RK. No one.