Sorry for being late... I became too lazy to type and update! Before continuing...
Happy 66th Anniversary of our Independence Day!
Happy Independence Day!
Vande Matram!
PART 9
The abortion...pained so much...I had to go in all alone...
...rang in Rishabh's mind. He sat on the steps of his hostel, still in the same dress. Dusk had fallen heavily on the area but Rishabh was all in oblivion. He couldn't get the girl Madhubala out of his mind; she had etched her presence in his memory so deep. "Rishi, aaja...mess mein dinner time ho gaya hai..." offered Bittuji. He always made sure Rishabh had all his meals on time...unlike the other hostel wardens. This was one of the many reasons Bittuji was very popular among the hostellers. "Nahi khana Bittuji..." replied Rishabh while he made figures in mud with a pebble in hand. "Why not...? Rishi... kisi cheez ka gussa ya dukh, khane pe nahi nikalte...I knew tu khana nahi khayega...isiliye I brought one full plate for you...aaj tujhe apne haath se khilaunga..." smirked Bittu ji. Rishabh smiled weakly, somehow expecting him with food. He stopped making drawings and chuckled in himself. He shifted his weight and turned towards him. "Aap nahi sudhrenge..." smiled Rishabh. Bittuji smiled and stuffed his mouth with a bite full of rice and dal.
Rishabh: Bittuji... aapke hostel ka daal-chawal... IS.THE.BEST!!
Bittu ji: How many times do you have to say that??
Rishabh: everytime I take a bite...
Bittu ji: jaa...aaj apni maa ke paas chala jaa... you'll feel better...
Rishabh smiled and hugged him tightly: Thank You Bittuji...!
Bittuji: ab tu thank you bhi bolega??
Rishabh: would have perished without you and Maa...!
Bittu ji: chup kar!! Jaa!!
Radha Kundra's Residence:
"aa gaya tu...?"
Radha replied when she heard Rishabh's footsteps coming towards the door. Rishabh smiled and walked past the door, closing it as he entered the room. "I am so tired Maa..." declared he. Radha smiled at his hint and went on the diwan. She sat down and waited for Rishabh. Rishabh dragged himself to the diwan and then dropped himself in her laps and slept off.
Singhania Residence
A heavy stout man with bulging blood-shot eyes sat on the sofa with a glass of wine in his hand. From his disposition, he looked at a stern business-man. Two servants stood behind him with their gloved-hands in front of them tied in a fist and head dropped down in respect. He carefully sipped the wine. Padmini sat beside him with an absolute air of royalty and monarchy. Dipali sat on her reading chair concentrating on her novel, "Wuthering Heights". Trishna sat on the other side of the man, close to him...cleaning her nails with a filer. Madhubala dragged herself inside the mansion. Seeing the man, she moved her eyes away in rage and anger and continued to walk towards her room.
"Kahaan gayi thi?"
Madhubala ignored the question that was directed towards her by that man and continued to walk. The man threw the wine glass towards her but it fell a few feet ahead of her. But one bit of the broken glass reached her hand and cut it...leaving a shower of blood from it. She narrowed her eyes in pain and stopped there. The man moved towards her and pulled her by her hair. "Kahaan gayi thi?", Dipali stopped and got up in shock. She tried to move ahead but was stopped by that man's hand.
"I am not bothered to tell you..." Madhubala replied coldly.
He tightened his grip in her hair and the pain increased. Tear formed in her eyes but she dried them off quite bravely. "BOL! Still you won't say?" he pulled her closer. Madhubala stood numb. "MADHUBALA!" he yelled and ordered her finally. Dipali asked Madhubala to tell the truth and go upstairs. Madhubala tried to open her mouth but Trishna jumped in. "Dad! I told you na...she took my money...and drunk it off tonight! Not only that...she even had DRUGS!!" claimed Trishna. "All with my money Dad!!" sobbed Trishna. Dipali sighed listening to her fake allegations. Alas! She could do nothing, her number had been jammed inside the residence ever since she had tried contacting the police to report domestic violence only last month. She was threatened with Madhubala's life by Shamsher Mallick and she couldn't do anything but stay mum. "Your money..." smirked Madhubala whilst still in Shamsher's grip. "Trash!! Keep dreaming huh..." she said coldly. Dipali closed her eyes. "Why did Madhu even open her mouth against Trishna...in this intensified situation? Gosh! This girl!!" sighed Dipali and turned her face away. She couldn't see her getting tortured so badly. "SHUT UP! Filthy girl!" yelled Shamsher as he registered a very severe slap on her face. Blood formed inside her nostrils with that jolt. Padmini finally butted in and asked Shamsher to stop, "Aaj ke liye itna kaafi hai ji...baaki kal! Aap thak gaye honge...aaraam kar lijiye! Waise bhi...yeh ladki aapko humesha pareshan hi karegi" Shamsher turned towards her, "Tumhari beti hai...samjha diya karo..." he declared. "Aayinda iski wajah se Trishna ko pareshani hui na...toh zinda nahi chhodunga saali ko..." he raged. Madhubala, though expecting Padmini's reaction the way it happened, but still somewhere down her heart, she got shattered...again. The little bit of sane Madhu left in her died that very moment when she saw her own blood-related mother reacting to this behaviour exactly opposite to the way it should have been. Shamsher and Padmini left. Trishna smirked, "Kaha tha na Dipali di, mujhse panga mat lena..." she clicked her tongue, "Poor superstar Madhubala!!" she smirked and left.
Madhubala felt her lips and nose with her fingers and then gazed at the smudge of blood on the tip of the fingers. Dipali came near her and said, "Why do you have to react like this...?" she moaned and took Madhubala in a hug. "You know how he is...! Why do you always get in a tiff with him...huh?" she hugged him tightly as tears dropped from her eyes. "go back to the room...i'll bring milk for you..." Madhubala gazed at her... "NO MILK" she fumed childishly. "Shut up!!!" Dipali smirked and ordered her. Madhubala was fuming with anger but she quietly moved upstairs to her room.
Madhubala's room.
Her room was definitely something one could have dreamt to own. She had one big closet which actually opened into a different room. It was her actual closet. It had a massive collection of shoes, boots, stilettos, slippers and etc and etc. Her clothes had another massive varieties of jump-suits, gowns, casuals, minis, and etc and etc. She never repeated her dresses while in memory. After usage, her dress was shifted to the repeated section and they were returned only when years would have passed. Anyways, Madhubala entered her room and bolted the door. The pain of glass cut and slap were excruciating. She dropped herself down and then groped for her injections box. Having injected an appreciable amount, Madhubala got up...supporting her head which was spinning. She dropped her weight on the bed when a familiar scent caught her attention. The perfume...the feeling...it was all the same. She had known it so well. She clutched the purple shirt and sniffed air into her body. She smiled and caressed it lovingly. The pain seemed to have lessened and she slept off on her special pillow.
Next day, Youngistaan Studios.
Superstar Madhubala, clad in a widow costume looked absolutely gorgeous. She had the least make-up, as was the demand of her scene but it didn't seem she needed make-up to enhance her beauty. Her porcelain skin shined with a smile on her face, which was rare. She joked with her manager...very unlike Superstar Madhubala. Her dimples made her cute and her continuous laughter brought a smile on her face. The crew whispered to each other, Superstar Madhubala was so unusually happy. She called the director to go for the shot.
"Anjali...! Beta please control yourself... Vikas will never come back! He has gone forever", the father consoled Anjali (Madhubala), Vikas's widow. Anjali got up and wiped her tears off. "Papa, he's still here...he wants us to retaliate...and we will..." she said, determined. "We will fight...for Vikas, for justice...for the punishment to his murderers, against Munna Bhaiyya and his gang." Anjali was determined to fight. "Papa! This is the 21st Century, India is a democratic nation. We won't let Hitlers like Munna Bhaiyya rule us. This is a secular nation. Everyone is equal before law. And Justice will be served!" she sniffed and lit Vikas's pyre as contrary to the custom, where a girl was not supposed to give light to the pyre, she was a modern girl, who was her in-laws' daughter and NOT daughter-in-law...
"Cut it!!" yelled the Director. Madhubala came out from Anjali's character and went and took her seat in the shade. Director came near her, "Mam, this is the BEST shot we've had! Thanks to you. Do you wish to have another shot for today or should we pack-up?" he asked politely. Madhubala was actually in a very awesome mood, she would have given away even her property if she was asked. "Director Sa'ab! How many scenes have you chalked out for today...? 3 right? So I am not leaving before wrapping up today's work! Don't worry, get my make-up dada! I'll dress up and be ready for the next shot. Its a long one, I need to rehearse, can you please send one of your A.Ds to rehearse with me. Lets have the next shot after an hour?" proposed Madhubala. Director jumped with joy, "As you wish...Ma'am" he hugged her and ran back like a child. He hopped here and there and got the shot and the set ready for the next scene.
After wrapping up the day's work, Madhubala asked her driver to take the taxi and go home. He asked her twice but she refused to let him drive. She wanted some peace of mind alone. She texted her sister that she will be late, so she better let the back-door be open. Not that she cared if Shamsher bashed her, she just wanted to avoid Dipali seeing all this, because she knew, that her getting beaten up by Shamsher would hurt Dipali alot and Madhubala of course never wanted to make her sister sad all the time, because of her activities. Dipali sighed on receiving the SMS from Madhubala and thought, "When will you settle your life...once and for all..."
Madhubala drove away to the woods, opening the windows when she was far away from the city and the paparazzi. The warm summer breeze brushed through her skin and the smell pacified her body. She smiled and waved her hands through her open curls which flew here and there in the wind. She was enjoying the nature, her only BEST friend. There were very few people who knew that Madhubala was a nature-lover. In the times of her miseries, she spent hours sitting in open nature, crying her heart out to it. But since the nature couldn't reciprocate, it made her even more morose when her mind told her that her pleas were not getting heard anywhere. She still loved to spend time in nature, though she had stopped sharing her feelings. She just went and sat there for hours, clad in all the garments that made it almost impossible for people to recognize her. Today, she sat in her car whose number plate had been changed to a different one before she left, so that not even a single chance was left for anyone to trace the Superstar. Her mood-swings were scary. A minute back, she'd been happy and now, she was turning gruesome. The loss of her father's gift just popped in her mind from nowhere and it made the devil inside her come out again. "My pendant!" she croaked the words out of her mouth as tears formed in her pretty big black eyes. She stopped the car on a bridge and came out. She went to the back of the car and took out the ice-kit and a bottle of whisky. Having prepared the drink, she drunk it off in one draught. The bottle started to get emptied slowly and Madhubala's eyes reddened. "Where must it have gone...!!" she yelled at her mistake. "Papa ne diya tha..." she moaned and slapped herself. "How could you lose it Madhu!" she slapped herself again. In this state of mind, she addressed herself by the name her father used to call her- Madhu. She had never let anybody call her with that name, except Dipali...who was spared at times when she spoke that name. "Papa ka last gift..." she screeched as she held her hairs and dropped down on the ground. The sound of the running stream haunted the surrounding.
She got up and emptied the bottle of whisky. Stumbling her way upto the boundary of the bridge, she climbed it up. She didn't realize what she was doing. Not that she wanted to die. She was never a coward enough to have committed suicide. So this was shocking on her part. "How high is the bridge" she forced words out of her mouth as she giggled in the drunk state. She looked down. "Whooops!" she lost her control for a while and then shook her body to regain it. "Can I try and jump... of course!! I am SUPERSTAR MADHUBALA..." she declared in triumph. Before she could jump off, her leg slipped in the moss covered stones and off she fell.
The stream had dried out and sand stood bare on the banks of the stream which had reduced to a mere small streak of water. Madhubala yelled as she fell, the bottle of whisky fell from her hands and she stretched her hands to catch it. She was not scared, she laughed all the way down her flight.
Meanwhile,
"Knowing that you guys always end up being in some BIG trouble, why do I always agree to join you guys in your non-sense. Seriously now! Hadd ho gayi Nakul yaar! What are we doing in this forest?" Rishabh yelled at Nakul in frustration. "Camping...mere bhai!" smirked Veer. "I know that!!" shouted Rishabh. "Tum log na...ek toh meri kismat...bhagwan jaane woh ladki phir se mil gayi toh?" he feared at the thought of Superstar Madhubala. Nakul and Veer chuckled, "Kyun be! Ek raat se mann nahi bharaa?" they said it almost together. Rishabh sniffed and hurled stones at him. "Shut up...I said just SHUT UP!!"
They reached a stream which crossed the road from under the bridge. From far away, they'd seen a silhouette standing on the edge of the bridge with a bottle in her hand. She seemed like a special girl, from her dress...whose silhouette even looked pricey. They rushed seeing her lose her balance and fall down. They even yelled at her to stay focussed but she'd already lost balance by then, and with a loud shriek, the bottle fell from her hands and broke into pieces colliding the rock. They feared that her body might get crushed in the same way and so they left all their belongings and rushed to her help.
Madhubala's POV:
Madhubala kept laughing all the while but she saw three men coming for her help. Out of them, two seemed useless to her...but the third one. Her eyes saw his body...familiar for her eyes...soothing them. She stretched her arms. Her hairs blocked her vision and she just felt huge arms supporting her fall and then she fell unconscious. Her hands clutched his shoulders.
Rishabh's POV:
He felt the instant urge to protect the girl, whose face wasn't visible from below her beautiful curls. Before she could crash on the ground, he came below her and held her as she fell in his arms. He turned 360 degrees to make his body maintain his balance...but because of the sand, his leg twisted and he fell down.
5 minutes later...
Rishabh found himself lying flat on the ground, with a girl unconscious on his chest breathing heavily, her mouth smelling of alcohol. His friends were trying to get that girl off Rishabh but her hooks on Rishabh seemed so tight that it was really getting difficult. Rishabh made and effort and slid himself off from underneath her. He turned her face towards her. When he saw her, his friends burst into heavy giggle. Rishabh hit his head with his palm and fell back on the sand. "God!! Not again...!" he yelled at the sky.
Thats it for this part! I'll try and update the next part soon. Very soon, the actual theme of this SS would start. So do pour in your views and comments.
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Edited by .BadtameezDil. - 12 years ago
