Rishbala Munchkin Trilogy OS 2: Promnado Called Daddy, Part 2 - Pg. 7 - Page 5

Floating down the stairs like an angel descending from heaven, Vibha looks absolutely breathtaking. The blue Versace gown hits her curves at just the right places without making it appear too tight and vulgar. RK approves of the gown and looks on with pure fatherly pride. His eyes mists over; 17 years have flown by and his baby girl is now a young woman.

Vibha (tentatively steps up to RK): Daddy?

Madhu gently prods RK to knock him out of his dazed stated.

RK (walks up to Vibha and gently kisses her forehead): You look beautiful sweetheart.

Vibha's whole face lights up and she gives RK the biggest, brightest smile displaying her inherited dimples.

Vibha: Really daddy?

RK (solemnly): You are as beautiful as your mother.

Madhu (interjects): You are far more beautiful.

RK smiles and pulls both Mahdu and Vibha into a tight hug. To him they are both equally beautiful.

Ahem...ahem.

Vibha quickly pulls out of RK's arms and looks at Vick.

Vibha (squeals): Vick...!

Vick (discreetly looks her up and down and nods appreciatively): Damn Vibhz! You look beautiful!

Vibha (blushes and murmurs): Thank you.

Vick continues to stare at her with unwavering intensity till he notices RK's ferocious glare in his peripheral vision.

Vick (clears his throat again and offers his arm): Shall we get going?

Vibha nods and latches on to his arms. She turns, finally affording RK a full view of the back, or rather the backlessness of the dress.

RK (shocked): What the hell!

Vibha (turns around and looks at RK): Daddy?

Madhu (furrows her brow in worry): RK?

RK (grits his teeth and enunciates his words angrily): Young lady...I want you to run back upstairs and find the rest of the dress!

Vibha (in dismay): Daddy!

Out of curiosity, Vick takes a peak at the back in question and his eyes widen in shock and then in desire. Noticing the young man's dilated pupils, RK's blood boils with anger.

RK (dangerously): For your sake, I hope you will keep our conversation in mind because I am sorely in need of target practice.

Madhu (scolds): RK...! Stop threatening the poor boy.

Vibha (to Vick): Let's go.

RK (angrily): STOP!! You are NOT taking one step outside of this house in that dress!

Vibha (angrily): Daddy...this is a very stylish gown. It's couture!

RK (snaps): I don't give a damn if it's made of gold and diamonds! You are not going in that dress.

Madhu (calmly): RK...you're being irrational. It's just a little bit of skin.

RK (furiously turns on Madhu): A little bit of skin? Bloody hell woman are you blind? Did the dressmaker run out of fabric? I paid a damned fortune for the dress and I expect my daughter to be fully clothed, not half naked!

Madhu (rolls her eyes): RK...Webster should use you as an example to define hyperbole.

Vibha (stomps her feet): Daddy this is not fair! This is a perfectly decent gown and you well know it. (Mutinously) I am not scantily clad like most of the heroines in your movies.

RK (offended): Those two are different matters young lady and can't be compared!

Madhu (quirks her brow): Why not RK? Vibha has an excellent point. You work with girls who are just a few years older than her so scantily clad that they may as well wear nothing. The fabric she's wearing would be used to make 10 of their outfits for the actresses. Pati your movies contribute to the culture of wearing less is sexy but you want your daughter to be clad like a nun?

RK (snaps): Those girls are not my daughters (points at Vibha) but she is!

Madhu (snaps back): Well they are someone else's daughters! RK...I approved of the gown when it was purchased. And you and I both know, I wouldn't let her wear anything that is vulgar. So stop being a grumpy, old man and let our kid go and have some fun.

Vibha (to Vick): Let's go.

Vick (whispers terrified): Umm...did we get the green signal from big papa?

Madhu (authoritatively): Go! You have green signal from big momma.

RK knows that once Madhu puts her foot down, the damned matter is settled. He watches helplessly as the good for nothing, bounder take his little girl away. Now how is he supposed to protect Vibha from that boy's advances? The look of lust in the boy's eyes is clear as the sky, RK thinks furiously. He will be damned if he's going to let that Vick get a chance to hurt his little Glycerine! Making up his mind, RK grabs his car keys.

Madhu (warningly): RK...don't you dare follow them! Don't ruin Vibha's prom experience.

RK (smiles at Madhu charmingly): Biwi...you say my brain works overtime with suspicion? (Smirks) I forgot that Bittuji scheduled a meeting with a new, upcoming director for our latest project.

Madhu (suspiciously): You remember this...right now? You mean to tell me that your brain cell clicked and you remembered that you have a meeting as soon as our daughter left with her date?

RK (tosses back over his shoulders as he quickly exits): Coincidence...biwi.

Prom

RK looks around the room dispassionately as he adjusts the irritating, fake moustache over his lips. Prior to sneakily entering Vibha's prom, he visited Bittuji who offered to provide assistance and a fake moustache. RK doesn't even want to know on whom it graced because he has a mission to complete, Operation Stay the Hell Away from My Daughter is in full motion.

A student steps up on the stage and announces that two final contests remain to determine winners of the title Prom King and Queen. As part of the first task, several kissing booths have been set up for 6 nominees in running for the coveted titles. The boy and girl to get the most kiss will win that task respectively.

RK's eyes widen in horror. GREAT! Not only now he has to worry about damned Vick but now about all the other damned, randy boys in the dance. He must have a word with the principal of the school tomorrow about sanctioning such contests. But for now, he must think quickly to stop this disaster!

He stealthily walks up to the booth taking great care that no one takes notice. After careful observation, RK realizes that with just a little push the booth will topple over as it is made of cardboard. Thinking hard of a way to knock it over without getting caught as the culprit, he notices a young couple dancing just a few steps away. With clever maneuvering, RK walks near the young couple and trips them up with the stub of his toes. He smirks with satisfaction to see the couple careen right into Vibha's booth, just as he had planned.

RK quickly goes hiding back into the shadows, putting his useful skills to good use pretending to be a chaperone. He feels a little guilty to see Vibha's stricken face that by default she has lost the task because of his actions. But he justifies it as a small price to pay to save his daughter from being mauled by every Tom, Dick and Harry in the room!

He stood in the shadows waiting for task 2, intuitively knowing that it too will also put his baby girl too close to danger. The representative from the Prom Committee announced that each couple must dance to a specific song and style and Vibha and Vick chose the Argentine Tango.

What the hell! Like hell is he letting his little Glycerine sway to a sexy number with that pervert. He has to think fast...what the hell can he do to avert this disaster this time? Just as Vibha and Vick step up on to the dance floor RK, in an act of pure desperation, cuts the string holding up a row of ceiling decorations. Dozens of balloons and string banners reign down on them and unfortunately it knocks over the punch bowl on the adjacent table. The punch in a trajectory motion, as a homage to physics falls on Vibha's face and gown.

Vibha's shrill scream rings through the awfully quiet room. She looks around in horror at her peers as they stare at her as if she is a strange contraption. RK tries to hurry out, fearing he will be caught soon. As lady luck would have it, he accidentally steps on a balloon and it pops loudly directing all eyes on him. His eyes meet Vibha's and he saw instant recognition flash in her orbs.

Shit! RK quickly runs out as he frantically calls Bittuji.

RK (screams): Bittuji...bring the car around now! Our Operation has been compromised!

An hour later, RK walks into RM ready to pretend and save his ass. Hearing his daughter throw a fit worthy of a...well...Superstar, he knows that if Madhu sniffs out the truth the consequences will be deadly.

Vibha (stomps and rages at Madhu): Ugh! He ruined everything...EVERYTHING! Now I am going to be the social pariah in school, the girl no one wants to hang out with all thanks to your pati!

Madhu (admonishes): Vibha! You don't know for sure if it was your daddy at the prom. I won't tolerate you speaking so disrespectfully about him!

Vibha (mutinously): Oh really? (Points at RK trying to quietly go upstairs) Well why don't we ask the man in question about his whereabouts?!? (Glares) He looks pretty damned guilty to me since he is trying to sneak upstairs without a word.

Madhu (angrily): Vibha! Mind your tongue. (To RK) RK...you went to meet a director right for your new production?

RK (smiles, masking up his nervousness): Ahaan. Biwi...I am glad to see you show some faith in your pati.

Vibha (glares): That is not a satisfactory answer! Mom...you're not buying are you? If he really went, daddy would have said so clearly. Well granted...daddy never says anything clearly...but damn that's not the point! I know what I saw and I saw him at my Prom!

RK (raises a brow): Kiddo I know you think that I own a time turner and can be at two different places at the same time but that's not possible.

Madhu: Vibha...enough. (Tired) Just go up to your room to change.

RK sends up a prayer of thanks to Bappa for saving his ass while unknowingly fidgeting with his pocket. As lady luck is full of mischief today, his fake moustache falls out of his pants pocket.

Madhu picks it up and narrows her eyes while Vibha looks on victoriously.

Vibha: See? I told you mom. It was daddy at my Prom and he ruined everything.

Madhu (quietly): Vibha...go up to your room.

Vibha stomps up the stairs, her soiled gown dragging and serving as a hindrance. RK stares nervously at Madhu while she continues to stare silently at him.

RK (jokes): As has been stipulated in our deal, I didn't violate our contract.

Madhu (glares and shouts for Patil): Patil! Please arrange for some pillows and blanket for Chief.

Shit!

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