RishBala FF: Broken Ways - Part 19 - Page 125 - Page 52

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Made the update longer! I hope you all like it. Things are slowly getting revealed. :) Enjoy! (Haven't edited it yet, so sorry for possible mistakes).

-A paparazzi is merely an extremely nosy nobody with a camera-and bills to pay.-

Chapter Thirteen - The Paparazzi

I headed towards his room with food. I knocked at his door with my only free hand.

"Come in!"

I heard his muffled voice from behind the door. I entered the room. He stood, dressed, ready to go somewhere. As much as my curiosity wanted me to ask him about it, I decided to keep my questions to myself. As he ran his hands through his hair, I placed his tray of food down on the table behind him. I turned, leaving, when his voice stopped me.

"And where do you think you're headed?"

I turned to face him only to see his eyes on me.

"To the kitchen?"

"You got that...wrong. You're coming to Sitara Studio with me today."

"What?! Why?"

"That is something that you'll find out once we're there."

"No. I'm not coming until I know."

"Stubbornness won't get you anywhere. You know very well that I will take you there against your will."

I thought about it for a second and knew he was right, but I also figured that if I got out into the open, I'd be able to see what the paper was about. So I agreed.

"Fine."

Little did he know that I wanted to join him.

It was an hour later that we reached set. I stepped out of the car after he did and went to stand beside him. He looked down at me.

"If anyone asks anything, you answer no'."

"Huh?"

"You'll understand when you get to the studio's main gate."

I instantly felt sick to the stomach. Something was up but I didn't know what.

I followed him towards the main gate where I saw a group of newsreporters...paparazzi awaiting RK's arrival. I positioned myself to hide beside him, without touching him. As we got to the entrance, I was taken off guard when the reporters came to surround both RK and I, not only RK. Then their questions shocked me some more, leaving me speechless for a moment.

"Is it true you're dating superstar RK?"

The questioned echoed throughout my mind, leaving me stunned until RK nudged me, in which I automatically blurted out no'.

"Are you sure ma'am? There are images and rumours that you're both..."

They were quieted for a second as security finally decided to make the reporters disperse, but then I heard one yell another question from behind.

"ARE YOU HIS MAID OR MISTRESS?"

I stopped in my footsteps. I froze instantly.

I didn't understand why I was stuck in the middle of everything. I was just a girl from an orphanage who worked for RK...why was all of this happening to me?

I felt anger rush through me in the form of boiling blood and tears formed at the back of my throat. I controlled my tears, letting them fall down the back of my throat rather than through my eyes. And then I slowly looked up at RK with a furious but upset look. He was already staring down in my direction, as though he had been watching me the entire time.

"It's the paparazzi, get used to it."

"What. Pictures."

"Let it go. They make shit up."

"What pictures were they talking about."

By this point he could probably see the tears forming in my eyes as they blurred my vision. He kept silent for a minute, staring down into my tearful eyes, and then eventually he looked away.

"Go home."

There was a reason behind his not answering me and that irritated me more than the paparazzi themselves.

"RK, I don't und..."

"Don't make a scene here. Go home."

I looked around myself, the paparazzi stood far on the other side of the gate, and a few crew members stood to our left conversing amongst themselves.

"There's no one to make a scene in front of. Tell me what they meant."

"I already told you they make things up!"

"YOU HID THE PAPER FROM ME TODAY. There's something! I'm not stupid!"

"Yes, you are. You're stupid enough for expecting a response from me. Now get lost."

He walked away, leaving me in front of the studio alone. I looked towards the gates, which had paparazzi surrounding them. Then I turned to see a security guard by the door to the studio, I walked towards him.

"Is there another exit from this place by any chance?"

"Yes, around the back there's a back entrance."

"Thank you."

I ran towards the back of the studio and quickly slipped out of the back gates. And with that, I began walking down the street alone.

He had told me to get lost, and that's exactly what I did. I didn't mean to, but it happened. Being an orphan, I didn't have much of an advantage when it came to navigating throughout the city. I had terrible spatial skills. Nonetheless, I felt good. I felt good to be away from RK. All I had wanted was a nice job with a nice place to stay in return...but I got a jerk boss who hated me for no apparent reason at all.

I wondered if he was getting revenge for the food I had spilled on him the first day, but that was stupid and didn't make sense at all.

Nothing made sense.

I continued walking for what felt like hours. I didn't have a watch, so I couldn't tell the time, but my legs were getting tired. The sky was slowly darkening as I kept walking around with no destination in mind. I had walked past 4 newspaper stands in the while but didn't have the guts to see what was inside. Also, every individual I crossed as I walked throughout the streets stared me at, so I didn't want to stop at any newspaper stand. It wasn't until the fifth newspaper stand that I got the guts to actually walk up to the guy selling them. There was no one around me, probably because it was getting late. It was just him and I in the street.

"Hi, could I actually see one of these?"

"Depends, do you have the money?"

"No. But I really need to see..."

"No money, no paper. Sorry ma'am."

"But I think there's some news about me..."

"There is."

Well, that confirmed that.

"What is it?!"

"You have to buy the paper to find out."

Clearly this guy was not budging. I sighed, hoping to find another newspaper stand as I walked away from the man.

"WAIT MA'AM."

I quickly turned around to face the individual selling the paper. He was running towards me with a paper in his hands. He came to stop in front of me and took a deep breath.

"Sorry, I just thought that if I pressured you, I'd get some money out of you. But it's obvious you have none. You can look at the paper. Only look. But under one condition."

"Condition?"

"I want RK's signature."

I thought about it. And looked at the man apologetically.

"I no longer work with him."

He looked at me with a look that said he didn't believe me.

"You seriously have nothing to give me?"

"I'm an orphan..."

The look on his face softened.

"Very well, here you go. You have five minutes."

"Thank you so much!"

He handed me that paper and I quickly flipped through it. I flipped and flipped until my eyes landed on an image...of me...and RK.

My heart stopped as I stared at a picture of RK and I dancing intimately close at the party. My eyes went wide. Then very slowly I glanced at the title of the article.

It felt as though my world was slowly coming to an end as I read the title.

Madhubala - Fire Victim Come Maid Come Mistress. Who really is the mystery girl in superstar RK's arms?

I read on.

Superstar Rishabh Kundra was spotted Friday night at his popular Kundra banquet hall, but he was not alone. Turns out Mr. Kundra walked into the party with a mysterious lady. Never seen before, news reporters bombarded the girl on her way in with the superstar. Upon questioning she remained silent. It was within the party where the real action took place. Superstar RK himself made an announcement explaining the girl's past. An orphan whose family was set ablaze had now become RK's personal maid, Madhubala. But that's not all. Later within the party the two were seen getting close and cuddling as they danced together intimately. Shortly afterwards, more action took place as the two were approached by well-known directors Aakash Mehra and Raj Malhotra. Amidst a heated argument, a blow was thrown from RK's side towards Aakash Mehra on which security broke up the fight and escorted RK and Madhubala safely outside. Now what the reason was behind the argument, we're not sure. But we'll be sure to find out soon enough!

Set Ablaze? My eyes narrowed in on those two words. It was a lie. I disregarded everything else written in the paper and focused on the lie which RK had told everyone. Why would he lie about that? Why would he even bring me into the center of attention? Why did he dance with me so intimately? Why was there an argument? Why was this happening to me...Why...?

There were so many questions on my mind all of a sudden...so many questions to which I had no answers.

Awesome update, it is getting more interesting day by day, please update soon, can't wait to read what actually happened in the party. :)

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