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Chapter 81

Back on the sets RK got engrossed in his shoot and Madhu watched all the hushed and rushed activities going around. She had seen RK and Dipali's scenes. Scenes which showed Dipali very passive and quite and RK withdrawn. Dipali was portraying the wife Tarulata of the male protagonist Dipankar. They did act very well. Dipali was indeed a very nice actress. She had gone through the story earlier just for the heck of it. seeing all the amount of real hard work going in every scene she felt pity that movies ever flopped. So much was going in her mind she wanted to talk to RK for he was the only one who could satisfy her curiosities without laughing on her. This entire filming thing was arousing her on so many levels. The scenes between Dipali and RK were very intense. The way RK was trying to hide under the so called masculinity of yester years was something to reckon with. The way Depali was trying to absorb everything as nothing and and trying to move on was even better. Dipali had been flawless as an actor in these few scenes that she saw. She used to laugh when she read interviews of actors saying.

"Character mein ghusna parta hai" or "I did a lot of research before I ventured into this movie or that movie."

It was all an overdose of emotions. RK portrayed the emotions of a man in love and guiltily in love so well. He depicted a torn man so well, she was certain that this movie would be critically acclaimed though she was not certain about its commercial appeal but cinema in India was evolving fast. What if the film flopped, she crossed her fingers at the thought and closed her eyes to send a silent prayer upwards, to him who rarely answered but was always with her.

"Kya Manga"

Madhu jumped at that heavy female voice that came from next to her. Mrs Shahela Habib, appointed Rajya Sabha member, a leading social activist, and an acclaimed actor. Madhu's mom had acted with her in two movies in the past. She stood up and greated her.

"I have seen you before also at the sets. I just don't recall how"

"Mam I am Madhubala, Daughter of Mrs Padmini Chaudhary.."

"Oh you are that dainty girl who used to come with her mother? I remember you were one book worm I had ever come across.You are Trishna's sister right. So what are you doing these days other than ofcourse wrapping RK around your fingers slowly but steadily" she winked at Madhu saying it

"Yes mam I am Trishna's younger sister."

"so Is Rk the ticket to your entry into the industry?" It was a weird question said in strange condescending tone. "Mam we have been together for quite sometime, me and you in past, and if I say, you do owe one to me I wont be wrong. I was the one to escort you to safety in the communal riots in Azad Maidan park just two months back. I remember quite vivdly that you could have been the very reason of me being called a martyr had one of my constables not chosen to bear the bullet on his arm for me. You mam did not even care to find out who the man was who took a near fatal shot for you. So much for all the name you have"

Mrs Habib was looking like she had to eat her own bullet. She had a reputation of being ruthlessly honest, but sometimes we in the course of our righteousness assume all others to be wrong. She did not know she was not dealing with a young and nave aspiring actor or just a glorified wife of a superstar. She was dealing with Madhubala who even if stripped of the power that she had by virtue of her position was way more confident and more righteous than many men and women both her age. Just because she did not flaunt her personality infront of every otherpeson didn't mean she was a lamb.

"excuse me" said Madhu and left to go to the retiring room inside. Her entire mood was ruined, but someone was left bruding and slightly sacred. Dipali had heard the whole conversation standing quite close to Madhubala. She had just finish the shot with RK who was now shooting with Ashima.

"Dipali I know you never pay a single penny to the advices given to you, but my dear this women is not to be ruffled with." Mrs Habib said to Dipali.

"I am not a bird lover, I don't ruffle their feathers I cut off their wings." Dipali was no small time girl either. She could not take anything lying low.

"don't say you were not warned"

Dipali nodded and sat down next to Mrs Habib. She was chewing on her nails vicously and voraciously. Mrs Habib got her hands in hers and said

"You will need a manicure now" and smiled. Her words carried much more meaning than they appeared to.

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