RishBala SS: Forgotten - Part 7 - Page 19 -The End - Page 11

Originally posted by: PrittB

This is a short part because I'll be updating again tonight. I've been contemplating ending the SS in the next part, or I might add a couple more parts. Don't know as of yet...

Forgotten

Part Four

My dressing room. That was the only place where I could let my feelings out.

With the door locked and sitting all alone, I let out whatever I had held in for five years.

I was strong, but not as strong as I made myself out to be. It was hard to maintain my composure for so long.

I silently sobbed into my hands while sitting in front of the mirror. It wasn't until there was a knock at my door that I managed to compose myself.

"C'come in!"

I quickly wiped at my tears.

"I don't normally knock, but since you're a girl'"

I turned to see RK standing in the doorway of my dressing room. I knew he had a reason to come see me. I just didn't know if I could handle what he had planned at such a time.

I took a quick look at myself in the mirror and sighed as I saw the puffiness of my eyes. I tried my best not to look him in the eyes for too long as I got out of my seat and approached him.

"Can I help you RK?"

"I've come to tell you that you have to quit the film."

"What makes you think I'll do that?"

"I'm RK. No one messes with me."

"Well, this junglibilli doesn't plan on backing down anytime soon, so don't waste your time."

"What did you call yourself?"

"Junglibilli?"

He stared at me, with a confused expression on his face. So I snapped my fingers.

"What's up with you?"

"Nothing. You need to leave. Now."

"Too bad RK. I'm here to stay."

"Are you married?"

Did he just ask what I think he did?

"What?"

"You heard me. Are you married?"

"I'I'don't know."

"What kind of stupid answer was that?"

"I mean yes. I am, but I don't live with him anymore."

"He probably left you because of your attitude. Now why don't you quit your crying and leave before I make you cry more."

"That's not why I was crying Mr. Rishabh Kundra."

"Then why?"

"I just remembered him'the way he used to call me 'Biwi', the way he'd gently caress the side of my face, the way he'd enact the role of Seemaji in Mr. India and make fun of me as Mr. India'the way he'used to kiss me softly'"

I got carried away.

I didn't even notice the swaying RK in front of me until He put his hand against the wall to stable himself.

I put a hand out to help him, but had to withdraw before he could see. There wasn't much I could do as I watched him holding his head. So I spoke to him from afar.

"Are'you okay?"

"I need water'N'now!"

I quickly grabbed a glass of water and handed it to him.

I watched as he took it down quickly. He placed the glass on my side table and then slowly took a couple deep breaths.

"Is there anything else I can do?"

It took him a minute, but eventually he looked up in my direction.

"There is. Leave this film."

Okay, fourth chapter down.😳 Damnit, Pritt, your writing is superb.⭐️

Originally posted by: PrittB

So sorry about the late update, but I had to edit it since I've decided to extend the SS a bit. Originally I was going to end it with this part. I had to change it up when I decided to extend it. Anyways, enjoy!

Forgotten

Part Five

Three weeks.

That's how many weeks had passed since we began filming this film.

He had changed. Instead of trying to make me quit, he began distancing himself from me. He blamed me for his 'current symptoms'. Saying I was the cause for his headaches.

I wasn't going to deny it, because it was true.

But with his distancing himself, it became harder for me to help his memory.

Enough was enough though. I couldn't handle it anymore; working with him everyday, knowing he was mine, but not being able to do anything about it. So I took it upon myself to change that. It was about time I told him the truth. In my own way.

I waited and waited and waited. It had been an hour since shooting had begun but RK was nowhere to be found. Eventually I saw Bittuji running into the studio. I rushed towards him.

"Where is he?"

"Bhabhiji, he refuses to come to work."

"How can he do that?! Why? Today was the day I was going to fix everything!"

"He thinks you did kaala jaadoo on him."

"Black magic? Me? Is he kidding?"

"Chief's being stubborn.

"RK's never going to change. But neither am I. I'm coming with you. We're going to RK mansion."

"But'"

"Now Bittuji."

"Okay Bhabhiji."

"Wait. I'm going to need a favour before we go there though."

He nodded his head as I proceeded to tell him what I had planned.

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How long had it been since I had entered the RK mansion? My home.

It felt like centuries, though nothing had changed.

I slowly walked into my home, when I heard Bittuji speak up.

"Chief's in his room. No one is at home. Radhaji has taken Dipali and Sikander to the mandir."

"Thank you Bittuji."

"Anything for you Bhabhiji. Good luck. I'll be outside if you need anything."

I watched as he left the building. Then with a deep breath, I walked up the stairs and towards the room that once belonged to both RK and I.

I dressed as I used to. In my same old anarkali suits I had worn when I was married to RK. I carried a tray full of RK's favourite food, including burnt ghobi. And I had my hair down in the same way as it used to be. Sindoor on and mangulsutra on. In my dupatta I also had tied a photo of RK and I's wedding if I had no other option left.

I didn't bother knocking on the door. I slowly turned the handle and entered the room. I couldn't see RK anywhere.

I continued to walk into the room when I heard the bathroom door open. I hid behind the closest wall and watched RK take a seat on the couch.

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"RK! Tum bhi na. How many times have I told you to eat your lunch on time?"

I walked towards RK whose frozen expression was stuck on me.

I took a seat beside him and took a spoonful of the food. I held it up in front of him and looked him in the eyes.

"Imagine me as Mr. India. You can't see anything but this spoon."

And with that I stuffed the spoonful of food in his mouth. It managed to bring him out of his trance. He quickly stood up and stepped away from me.

"What are you doing here?! SECURITY!"

"RK, no one's here. It's just you and I."

"No. LEAVE. Why do you keep following me?!"

It wasn't working.

I sighed and placed the tray on the table in front of me. I began playing with my hands in my lap as I felt his gaze on me.

"You remember nothing."

"Remember? What do you mean? Get OUT!"

I looked up at him and decided to stand. I walked towards him as he balked into the wall behind him.

"Close your eyes RK."

"No, what. LEAV'"

"NOW!"

I put my hands over his eyes and slowly brought my face closer to his. My lips neared his ear and I began to whisper the lines he had said to me the day he confessed his true love.

"Iss dil se darta tha. Isse daar se darta tha. Ki kahein tumhare samne main kambta hua karra na ho jao. Par ab'koi daar nahi, koi ego nahi, koi sharm nahi, koi ankar nahi, kuch bhi nahi'ab sirf aur sif pyaar tumse. Aur aaj, aaj phir ek bar is pyaar ko tum tak pochaana chatha hoon. I'love you. Jaan ho tum mere'zindagi ho tum mere'jeeti hoon, jab tum samne hote ho."

I slowly pulled away, removing my eyes from his eyes as I realized his tensed body had calmed.

I stared at him as he kept his eyes closed for a minute.

When he slowly began to open his eyes, I stood frozen, waiting for the moment of truth.

His eyes stared into mine and then I felt a hand on mine. He brought my hand up in front of the both of us as he stared down at both our hands interlocked.

"M'Madh'what are you doing?!"

He suddenly pushed me away. I lost my balance with my leg hitting the table. I watched him reach out for me and I instinctively grabbed his hand.

I went flying down onto the couch as RK fell on top of me. I closed my eyes for impact but as soon as I felt his comfortable, familiar weight on top of me, my eyes shot open.

He was staring right down at me. Almost as though he were admiring my face'little did he know that my heart was breaking on the inside.

He didn't remember'

I watched his eyes move down towards my lips and back up to my eyes again. Our noses nearly touched. Then in a soft voice, he spoke.

"What do you want from me Madhu'bala?"

I closed my eyes, not being able to bear the fact that he didn't remember anything. After a minute of thought, I re-opened my eyes.

"Come back to shooting for the film. I'm ready to sign the papers saying I'm leaving the film."

A beautiful chapter.👏
Pritt, thanks so much for continuing this further.😃 I *really* hate sad endings.🥺 Thanks for not letting this fic have one of those.😊

Very nice update Pritt, madhu's character is more matured than she is in the serial..

👏👏👏👏👏

Its for u really...

its an awesome part..gr8 u decided to extend it a bit..i wish u had extended the part of madhu playing biwi biwi..bt its kk..waiting to see what is the next twist👏

The last part is going to be updated tonight! Enjoy! And sorry for the long wait once again.

Forgotten

Part Six

I know. I could've shown him the picture…but I feared his reaction. I didn't want his health to get worse, so I decided against it.

I was leaving his room when I felt someone grab my hand. I slowly turned to see him holding it. I looked up at his face and down at my hand.

"What was that act you put up when you walked into my room?"

"Oh…that…? I was just…showing you how great an actor I can be I guess. I should get going. It was nice working with you RK. You won't be seeing me from tomorrow on though."

I pulled free from his grip and ran out of his room before he could question me further. I didn't have it in me to lie anymore.

I ran out of his mansion and had Bittuji send me home, to the chawl…where my family no longer stayed.

After the news of my death had spread, I made sure even my family didn't know the truth. I wanted no one to see me in such a condition. I figured I'd just meet them again someday at the chawl…but when I went there, I was told that everyone had moved. When I questioned why, they claimed that my memories caused them grief. Understandable.

I had lost. I had given up. All I could do was live alone with the memories I had.

Two weeks had passed since I had quit working with RK. Two weeks I hadn't seen him. Bittuji had come to visit a few times, but even he didn't know what to do.

My phone rang while I sat on my bed lost in thought.

"Hello?"

"Is this Madhubala?"

"Speaking."

"RK sir has requested to see you."

"Pardon?"

"At the studio tonight, 7pm."

"Wait, who is thi…"

Before I could complete my question, the person on the other side cut the line. I stared at the phone for a moment, wondering why RK would want to see me. Was he still going to get his revenge for the four slaps? Was he going to make my life miserable all over again? I guess I could take it. It'd be the beginning to our story all over again. It'd take time, but I'd win his heart again.

There was only one hour to spare before I had to meet him, so I decided to get ready.

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I slowly walked into the studio, which was dark…something I was always afraid of. Was shooting still going on? Or was I alone in the studio? I called for RK a few times but got no response. I kept walking in the darkness as every hair on my body stood on end.

"RK?"

No response.

"RK?!"

"You came…"

I heard his voice but didn't see a thing.

"Where are you? What is this?"

"Quiet. I've called you for something very important."

"RK! WHERE ARE YOU?"

Suddenly all the lights flashed on, I turned and my eyes filled with tears.

Look like his memory is back. And i think he got it a way back. Nyc

didn't see this before I messaged you. I am trying to remember what scene you are hinting at here but can't, for the life of me. guess I will have to wait till later today

Originally posted by: seenugupta

Did rk memory come back