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**I was trying to edit the title on my phone but it didn't work and messed the shit up but I fixed it :D
A Deadly Obsession
"RK? Tum yahan akele kyun bete ho? Idhar aao, mere paas," I saw her hands adorned with Ma's kangans calling out to me. "Aao,"
She came back! SHE CAME BACK. FOR ME.
I KNEW IT!
She loves ME. She LOVES me. SHE loves me. SHE LOVES ME!
Only me.
"Tum hi ho na Madhu! Tum aa gayi na vapis, mere paas, mere liye. Ab mujhe chod ke nahi jao gi na?" I cradled her face delicately as if she were some glass doll, who'd break in to tiny shards that would only cause pain.
But she remained silent, andjust smiled at me.But whywas it stinging? Why did her smile sting? God damn it why wasn't she saying anything!
"Madhu, bolo na! Say something damnit! WHY AREN'T YOU..."
WAIT. No, what if I scare her away. But why isn't she understanding that I. LOVE. HER. SO. GODAMN, MUCH. Why isn't she cooperating though! I'm only doing this because I love her!
I looked up to see if she was crying but too my surprise she was still smiling like a beautiful dream.
"I'm back, for you. Just you. And I'll never let go,"
"As if I'll let you go," I grabbed onto her hand bringing in close to my lips, claiming what is mine.
And that's when I heard the first gunshot.
We had to run! No not again! This wasn't to happen again! NO!
Madhu? Where'd she go?
"MADHU! MADHU WHERE ARE YOU? WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE. MADHU!"
The gunshots kept getting louder. They made my head spin.
I had to get out of here but not without Madhu where was she!
"MADHU! MADHU WHERE ARE YOU?"
Where's my gun? I rushed over to the side table and with my shaking hand loaded it, a few of the bullets fell to the ground.<
Why didn't they understand their cooperation was vital at this moment?
The gunshots got violent, STOP. STOP IT!
"STOP IT!!!!"
Suddenly pin drop silence fell upon the room.
"Madhubala," that menacing voice called out. It hurt!
The gunshots began once more as I looked up to see that they were nothing but footsteps, his footsteps.
"Madhubala," He called out once more and she appeared to be walking diligently towards him.
Madhu? MADHU!
I headed for her, what was she doing? She can't do something like this! SHE WAS MINE. HOW DARE SHE?
I lunged for her mangalsutra, she would only breathe the air as mine.
But strangely this time, it slipped past my hand as she reached him.
"Sultan," she finally spoke.
It hurt! STOP! STOP IT MADHU! STOP!!
His hand, filled with... SINDOOR? SINDOOR? HIS HAND FILLED WITH SINDOOR WAS MAKING ITS WAY... to her maang.
I remembered I had a gun in my hand shooting at him hopelessly, he still stood there unharmed filling her maang.
NAHI! YEH HAQ MERA HAI!
She can't do this! No one can do this! She's MINE.
"MINE!" The mirror followed my scream, making its way to the walls of the room.
I refilled my gun and shot. Looked up to see it finally hit him.
Rushing over I snatched what was mine away from him but saw...
What a joke? This was bloody hysterical! No, no, no no no no. This wasn't possible. I was dreaming there was no way I shot MY MADHU
"Ok joke's over stop it Madhu!" I said to her still smiling face, until she fell forward into my arms.
"Madhu? Madhu? MADHU? I-I-I I didn't shoot you Madhu I was, I was shooting him but then... I love you Madhu! It was because I love you! I didn't do anything! Madhu!!! I didn't kill you! Madhu!"
"I-I didn't kill... my eyes fell on the remains of the broken mirror.
"I didn't kill her! I love her! I'll prove my love right now!
"Look Madhu I love you, you're hurting because of me right? Look," I proved my love with the piece of the mirror, letting it cut my wrist with as many cuts as it could fit.
"It's ENOUGH, now get up! GET UP OR ELSE I'LL STAB MYSELF THROUGH THE HEART. It belongs to you after all, GET UP. Get up..."
But she still looked at me and smiled.
"You don't think I'll do it? You don't think I'll do it huh? Look," I said as proved my undying love to my love.
"Madhu I love you! See Madhu, see! You'll never find an aashiq like me, look Madhu, look at how much I love you..." I continued as someone started dimming the lights.
***
"Today is a sad day for the admirers of the Superstar Rishab Kundra, who commit suicide yesterday at 11 pm. Not too long ago did his ex-wife, Madhubala Rishab Kundra, die from a gunshot. A case the police was still investigating. Be it his ex-wife people knew how fond RK still was of the ex-Mrs. Rishab Kundra, who had moved on in life. Maybe the sorrow of her departure finally did it for him when the actor sliced his wrist repeatedly with mirror shard and finally stabbed himself, right in his heart. Superstar Rishab Kundra died while he was still in the middle of his latest, now last, movie Ishq Kiya Hai for direc..."
I folded the newspaper, not interested in anymore and walked over to her picture, which was now hung over the television.
Pressing a kiss to the frame, I started for the kitchen to make breakfast for Aryan like she did every morning.
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I just personally found RK's character turning psychotic over the last few days so took on the challenge of writing from a RK's point of view and his thoughts and feelings. You know to try and see what he's thinking although I do not agree with everything he's saying or doing, he's the character and I'm just the writer.
Ok I don't know if the above made sense.
My first attempt at a psychological thriller if I can even call it that.
If you do not like me showing you what I think RK is looking like to me,
No but seriously its a fictional story however if there is a problem conveying the story, or if you have any constructive criticism I desperately need it as I think this sucks.
Lol ok well bye.
Jassypoo, I love you.
Preeto mere naal vyah kar le.
-Shwetzy
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