Madhu's becoming a heroine? Ila's coming back? I might just watch the episodes where Ila comes back to help Madhu. Anyways, here's an OS on just that! Ila grooming Madhu and RK's reaction upon seeing transformed Madhu for the first time. Enjoy!
The First Glance
Madhu stood in front of a mirror, pulling her long brown locks into a braid. Her nerves were acting up and she wanted anything but to be there in that moment. As her braid came to an end, she placed a hairband around the bottom to keep it in place. She wore a long black gown with a black shawl. Little to no makeup covered her face and the most jewelry she had adorned herself with was her mangulsutra. She looked herself up and down in the mirror when suddenly there was a knock at her dressing room door.
"Madhubala?" a familiar female voice rang from behind the door.
"Come in..." Madhu let her nerves take control of her shaky voice.
As the door slowly opened, Madhu found herself face to face with the one and only Ila Ramani. The lady who had worked with RK in defaming her months ago. Madhu contemplated being angry, but figured if she could forgive RK, she could forgive Ila.
"RK sent me here to fix this disaster. What is this?!" Ila gestured towards Madhu as she placed down her notebook and pen.
"What?" Madhu questioned innocently.
"This!" Ila traced Madhu's body with her hands from afar.
Madhu looked down at her clothes, she had thought she looked fine.
"RK was right."
"About what?"
"He said you wouldn't be able to get ready yourself."
"He said that?! RK..." Madhu began to fume.
"Calm yourself darling, I'm here to help. First let's start by getting you out of this hideous dress."
Hideous? wondered Madhu as she looked herself up and down again.
Madhu watched as Ila walked towards a rack of clothes and began rummaging through them until she stopped. She pulled out a short black dress. Madhu grimaced at just the thought of having to wear that. Ila turned and walked back towards Madhu.
"This is perfect!"
"I can't...I can't wear that," Madhu stuttered.
"You have no choice Madhu. If you really want to help RK and have his film be a success, you're going to have to do some things you're not comfortable with. For example, get rid of this braid. Braids are so last season!"
Ila tugged at Madhu's hairband and let her hair untangle from the braid she had just spent minutes on. Ila placed the dress down on the dressing table and then ran her hands through Madhu's hair.
"Natural curls. Nice. I'm surprised you don't flaunt these daily."
"Flaunt?"
"Model-talk honey. Now go get changed."
Madhu eyed the dress, dreading it. She slowly picked it up and walked towards the change room. With a deep breath, she closed the door behind herself and changed into the dress that would help RK's falling career. As she changed, she told herself that she'd do anything for RK. Anything. Even if it meant going out of her own comfort zone. And with a final zip, Madhu stepped out of the change room.
"Wow! You're starting to look like a heroine already!"
Madhu awkwardly walked towards Ila while tugging at the bottom of her dress to lower it.
"We'll have to work on that walk of yours too."
Madhu stopped in her steps and instantly looked up at Ila.
"Are you going to change everything about me?"
"No my dear, just your hair, makeup, jewelry, clothes, walk, and not to forget your talk."
"That's...everything!"
"Madhu, this is for RK. If it weren't for RK, I wouldn't be standing here right now."
Madhu closed her eyes and reminded herself why she had even agreed to all of this, for her RK. She opened her eyes with another deep breath and then went to stand in front of the mirror.
"We have plenty of time, so for now I'll just fix up your makeup, hair, and walk. We'll work on your talk in the coming days."
Madhu kept silent, not responding. And with that Ila took her chance. Ila gave Madhu a light foundation after concealer with a light pink, nearly invisible blush. Eyeliner and mascara with a bit of pink eye shadow completed the eyes. Then to top it off, lip-gloss covered Madhu's lips; not too much, not too little. Then she added a pair of silver hanging earrings to Madhu's ears. Finally Ila pulled out a curler and curled a bunch of Madhu's long locks. As she placed the curler down, she rubbed her hands together.
"Another job well done by yours truly. You look gorgeous! Definitely heroine material!" Ila spoke as she spun Madhu to face the mirror again.
Madhu's eyes widened at the sight in front of her. She raised her hands and lightly touched her cheeks.
"Yes that's you Madhu. Don't be so shocked. You'll have to get used to this."
Madhu blinked and nodded her head. She stood and thought she was done when suddenly she found herself staring at a pair of black and silver heels.
Madhu looked to her left to see Ila holding them in front of her.
"There's no way I can walk in those without falling flat on my face."
"And that's why I'm here darling," Ila smiled.
After minutes of practicing and tripping, Madhu felt she had got the hang of those specific heels. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to walk in any others. Ila took one step back and looked Madhu up and down.
"I think you're done! Like I said before, we still need to work on your talk though. For now, you can go see your love, I mean RK of course. He's waiting," Ila mischievously smiled.
Ila looked Madhu up and down one last time.
"Wait, one last thing."
Ila placed her hands around Madhu's neck, holding onto Madhu's mangulsutra. Madhu raised her hand and gently removed Ila's hands from around her neck.
"Not today."
Ila simply smiled and nodded her head. Madhu took one last glance at herself in the mirror. She worried about RK's reaction to his Madhu in such a different avatar. From a short dress and heels to makeup and curls. Nothing was the same. Her braid was gone. Her anarkali suit was gone. Her flats were gone. And her light makeup was gone.
"Don't worry. He'll love the look. That's a promise from Ila Ramani."
Madhu took a deep breath and opened the dressing room door. She could feel goose bumps rising on her body from fear as she began walking out of the dressing room. She turned to the right where she saw RK from behind, working on the set. As her heels made their entrance, RK turned. RK felt the wind blow out of him as he saw Madhu. His heart caught in his throat and he froze. His eyes scanned her body, from her bare long, legs to her long brown curls. Madhu lowered her eyes, blushing instantly. RK felt his heart skip a couple beats and then it began to flutter. They walked towards each other until they met halfway. Madhu kept her eyes lowered. Then suddenly one of the crewmembers began to test a fan. Madhu's curls blew into her face, as RK remained mesmerized standing in front of her. As Madhu struggled to keep her hair back, RK raised his hand and gently placed her hair behind her ear. The fan went off. Madhu raised her eyes and looked directly into his, a sense of tension and nervousness was visible in her eyes. RK let a soft smile cross his face as he noticed her expression.
"You're beautiful," he spoke in the most passionate voice ever, "The most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. I love you Madhu."
Madhu smiled, "I love you too."
And with that, they took each other into their arms, letting an embrace complete their moment.
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