SS: Bewafa THE END pg62 - Page 7

Originally posted by: AroraN

Really Nice Prologue 👍🏼 feeling kind of attached to FF 😊 looking forward to it 😃

The day the skies bent

"Madhubala Rishabh Kundra, will you make babies with me?"

My words must have rung in her head like there was endless eternity and she was being tugged along the seawaters without consent.

"Yes, let us do it here, now".

She had replied with a biting wit. Sure enough, I was flushed with embarrassment in a restaurant full of people. She pulled on my chubby red cheeks. My Madhu was the only woman who could make me blush, the only woman I laughed for, the only woman I cried for and the only woman I had eyes for.

"Put a ring on it before I change my mind".

She turned her hands into goldfish fins asking me to do the deed. The crowd cheered on as Madhu took a seat on my lap and began delivering Shakespearian lines with her own little additions:

O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
And ring what I profess with kind event
If I speak true! if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world
Do love, exploit, bother you.

"Oh Ferdinand", I played along to her theatrical proposal.

My lips met hers and there was silence, louder than a thousand words. I could feel it, I could tell that, in my heart, there was space but for one woman. That space was now occupied by my Madhubala.

"Oh Miranda", her passion translated into one kiss. I never knew a brushing of the flesh created spark. There was electricity in the dark skies.

"Be the Fred Astaire to my Ginger Rogers tonight".

She asked me for a dance.

She had always been the bold one in the relationship, the outgoing one and the one who was well liked.

"I am yours to keep; your Rishabh", I pressed on her waist like I was cushioning a rare crystal.

She straightened the lapel of my coat and whispered, "I know. That is why I ordered a dog tag with the phrase sole property of Madhubala M'"

"No, it's Malik. Madhubala Malik".

I was brought back down to reality when she tipped the cabbie and narrated the directions to her new location.

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"I can do everything you do backwards and in high heels".

I had wet dreams every time she let me take the lead in our tango class.

"Marry me", I blurred out the first time she taught me how to use the power of my legs.

Madhubala Shamsher Malik was a tango instructor and the owner of a start-up dance studio in Mumbai. I, the douchebag husband, was a successful filmstar with dancing skills that could put (only) Dharminder's to shame.

The only way I could get casted for some Oscar hyped director's next venture was if I, and this was Bittuji's idea, took tango lessons.

So, there I was resting in a fetal position, trying hard to ignore the stares of twenty-something women and their ogling partners.

"You must be Mr. Rishabh Kundra".

She called me by my full name. The skies bent down to steal glance, only to get lost in the tangles of her brown locks.

"What? Hmmm, uhmm. No. I mean. Yes. I mean I am RK. Call me RK please".

Her angelic smile spread like firecrackers bursting in my stomach.

"Please don't laugh", I was completely at her mercy.

"You're cute. Come, I will show you around".

As suede pumps stomped across the room all eyes were on her shaped figure but mine were fixated on envisioning my frame next to hers: at movie premiers, at home and in bed.

I had to have her. She was mine, forever.

In sickness

And in health.

For better,

Or for worse.

Till infidelity do us 'part.

Originally posted by: zara.92

" Will u make babies wid me ? " Haha reminded me of some Hollywood flicks !!
Loved the update !! 👏

Originally posted by: Hdhd

Nice Start.loved the prologue and 1st chapter.

Originally posted by: hifzaa

jasleen i really enjoyed the first part