This is based off of a prediction by tinalovesvivian: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/madhubala-ek-ishq-ek-junoon/3675810/what-if-the-heroine-track-begins-like-this
Not sure how many parts it will be as of yet, but it won't be too long.
Index
Part 1 - Page 1
Part 2 - Page 4
Part 3 - Page 7
Part 4 - Page 12
Part 5 - Page 13
Part 6 - Page 17
Part 7 - Page 19
Forgotten
Part 1
Do you know how it feels to lose two years of your life? To not remember a minute...or a second of what happened?
Me either. But my husband does.
He forgot me. It was as though I never existed in his life.
It's been five years since I've seen him. Three of those years I spent locked behind bars for killing the individual behind all of this, Sultan.
Not a day has gone by where I haven't thought of RK...but knowing I'm not even on his mind, breaks my heart.
And as he lost the two most precious years of our lives, so did I...I lost the love of my life. I wasn't going to give up so easily though. No. I was going to win him back, even if it was the last thing I did.
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"Madhubala!"
I spun as I heard my name being called from afar. I looked around the crowd of faces surrounding me, not being able to find the one who had called for me. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Priya, my manager.
"You're getting late! You can sign autographs later."
I quickly signed a few more and then felt myself being pulled away from the screaming crowd. With a blowing kiss in their direction, I turned and kept up with my manager's pace.
"What's next?"
"You're meeting the director, producer, and your co-actor for your next movie."
"Time?"
"30 minutes."
It wasn't until I became famous that I knew how hard RK actually had it. Being a superstar isn't easy. With paparazzi, fans, your manager, and all your other coworkers around you...it's hard to even take a minute's break. I can barely catch my breath by the end of the day.
But I had to do this. It was the only way.
RK wouldn't even acknowledge my existence if I were a simple chawl girl. Last time it was due to hatred that our fates intertwined. This time, things were different. He had forgotten me, so I was no one of importance anymore.
I needed to be of his standards. I needed to be in his league to be near him and to win him over all over again.
I wasn't going to give up, not even if the entire world were against me.
So I spent two years out of jail making myself into a famous heroine. It took time, but with my background connected to RK's, someone eventually decided to give me a chance.
"Quickly!"
I sped up and jumped into my car. My manager proceeded to tell my driver where to go, while I wondered what my next project was.
I told myself I wasn't going to force myself into one of RK's movies; I was going to wait until he ended up in one of mine. I was going to wait until destiny brought us back together again. Two hit movies later; there I was sitting in the back of a seat, hoping to have RK in my next film.
I felt the car come to a stop. Not even a second had passed when suddenly my manager had opened my door.
I honestly didn't like the luxuries and 'benefits' of being a star. I enjoyed doing little things like opening my own door, by myself. But to be 'big', I had to play the part.
I rushed into the studio with only two minutes to spare. When I found myself standing amongst a bunch of familiar faces, I knew I was in the right place. The same directors and producers of my first film.
"Sorry, I'm late!"
"Not yet, your costar hasn't come yet. Anyways, it's great to see you again!"
My director, Karan, gave me a hug. Then in the middle of the hug, he spoke.
"Oh look who decided to show up!"
He pulled away and I saw all eyes staring behind me.
It was the moment of truth. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly turned as I heard his voice.
"Fashionably late my friends."
His voice.
I opened my eyes.
There he stood.
My husband.
You must be wondering how the director and producer didn't know about RK and I. But the story goes back to when I was in jail. Bittuji informed me of Dipali's blackmailing plans involving Radha, our ma. How if RK found out about me, it'd be the death of him. How Ma had already agreed to Dipali's plans and decided to stay quiet in fear of losing her son. It was then that I had Bittuji release the false news of my death before the news of my imprisonment was out in the open.
Now, I was simply a look-a-like of myself, using my own name.
He came to a stop in front of me, as I stood there, silent. All the feelings, which had been built up within me for the past five years, threatened to surface. I gulped. Holding back tears. It took everything I had not to run into the arms of my love.
He placed a hand out in front of me.
"You must be my leading lady."
I stood frozen. My eyes landed over his shoulder where I saw Bittuji running in. He was staring down at his phones.
I hadn't seen Bittuji in four years. I had told him it'd be best for him to no longer visit me, and so he listened.
As his eyes raised in my direction, he froze in his steps. I smiled, but shook my head slightly at the same time to tell him not to say a word. He nodded and continued in our direction.
"Earth to Madhubala?"
"Huh?"
I took a hold of RK's hand. The feel of his warm skin beneath my fingers made me feel at peace. Something I hadn't felt in five years.
I shook his hand slowly, while staring into his eyes. Eyes that had the same stare they did back before I had fallen in love with him. Eyes that were blank, empty...but full of many secrets at the same time. Eyes I swore to turn back into the eyes of my husband.
You must be wondering how I planned to do so. I knew it wasn't going to be easy. But I wasn't going to give up either.
It was time to relive the past. My way.
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