Dirty Talk
Sleep is the world's greatest treasure. It's also the most elusive treasure for new parents. Madhubala is a new mom in search of this elusive treasure; between her son and her husband's hectic schedule, she is functioning without sleep. It wasn't that her Superstar husband wasn't a hands-on father but after taking over a year off; he needed to jump back into his former self. So when the chance presented itself for Madhu to get some time to herself she jumped on it. Her mother-in-law; well more mother and less mother-in-law, was taking Arjun to the park for a few hours. Madhu doesn't know how RK and she would have survived these first six months without Radhaji's help and guidance; becoming a parent for the first time didn't come with instructions. Grandmother and grandson left for the park and the house staff was out of the house for some reason or the other; simply put the house was peaceful for the first time in a very long time. Madhu put her iTouch in the iHome and crawled in to bed. The darn device hadn't played two songs before it started acting up, again. Madhu knew she needed a new one but it really wasn't a priority at the moment. When it kept looping Jason Derulo's Talk Dirty to Me chorus; she just didn't care enough to get up and turn it off, the exhaustion was barely letting her keep her eyes open. Madhu had barely closed her eyes when her phone rang; she was almost tempted not to answer but decided to pick it up just in case it was urgent. Madhu noticed RK flashing on the screen and her face lit up; even though they lived in the same house, same room, lately they seemed to be coming and going.
"Biwi, what took you so long? Everything okay?" RK asked concerned.
"Yes Patidev. Everything is fine at home. I was going to ignore the call but decided to answer it at the last second," Madhu offered.
"I see. Didn't want to talk to me, Biwi?" RK joked.
"Nothing of the sort and you know it so stop trying to get me all riled up," Madhu laughed as she countered RK's point.
"But I miss my Jungali Billi," RK said sadly.
"Anyways, why don't I hear our son practicing his lungs? He shouldn't be asleep at this time," RK changed the topic.
"Because YOUR son" Madhu could hear RK waiting to interrupt but she continued, "Yes, your son. He is yours when he misbehaves and mine when he is well behaved."
As soon as Madhu finished speaking, both of them burst into laughter.
"You don't hear him practicing because Ma took him to the park so I could get some sleep," Madhu explained unusual silence in the room.
"Biwi? What the hell is that in the background I hear? Are you hinting something to me?" RK asked with his smirk and cheeky smile in place.
"The stupid iTouch or the dock, one of them isn't working and I honestly don't have the energy or care enough to get out bed to resolve this problem so I'm letting it play. Think what you want RK," Madhu responded a little miffed.
Now if anyone knows RK, you know once he gets an idea in his head, there is no stopping him. Madhu knew RK better than RK himself. She could be talking about anything but she knew he was still hung up on the song.
"So Madhu what are you wearing?" the sexiness just oozed out of RK as he asked.
Madhu held back the laughter and even though she knew it was coming, the man could make her go weak in the knees just when he spoke, so she decided to play along.
"Absolutely nothing," she purred over the phone. There was a clear gulp heard over the phone.
"Actually that's not true. I am wearing one of your shirts and using that back massager you got me but it keeps going south. Crap," Madhu hissed on the phone.
"What happened?" RK asked concerned even though most of his blood flow was leaving the brain for another region.
"Nothing! The stupid massager keeps going south just popped one of the last buttons on your shirt," Madhu pouted over the phone.
"You know on days like this, I wish you could give me one of your special massages. God those hands of your could relax every muscle in my body," Madhu said serenely.
"Madhu, I have gotta to go. The next scene is ready," RK quickly hung up.
As soon the phone disconnected, Madhu fell over in bed laughing uncontrollably. It was rare when she got to turn the tables on RK. It was true Madhu turned the tables on RK but the table was about to be flipping over and broken.
Before Madhu had completely composed herself; the door to their bedroom flung open, slammed shut and locked. The next thing Madhu saw was her husband on a mission; he zoomed past her and tore the iHome off the desk and threw it till it shattered into pieces. In the next seconds, RK held her in a vice grip.
"I. Want. You. NOW" RK spoke in a guttural tone before crashing his lips to Madhu's in hungry, bruising kiss.
When they broke for air, RK grumbled to Madhu as he caressed her now bruised and swollen lips, "Biwi, you can't say stuff like that to me over the phone, give me these vivid images with music then just expect me not to do anything."
Rishabh gently retook her lips, tenderly probed her inviting mouth as he soothed the ache he had caused those lips just moments ago.
When they broke apart for air, Madhu grabbed RK's collar, pulled him to her so close that their breath mingled with each others.
"Just shut up, RK!" she ordered as she closed the distance for another ferocious kiss that left them both breathless once again.
"Since you are here, does this mean I get my special Rishabh massage?" Madhu asked wagging her eyebrows and biting the inside of her lip.
"You will get your massage but not until we are done with talking," RK smirked as he picked her up in his arms and headed towards the bed as he feasted on her neck.
Let's just say there was a whole lot of dirty and no talking at all after that. Jason Derulo and Apple did get a nice thank you note from Bollywood Superstar RK after he had satisfied his wife.
Author's Note: Okay there is a story behind how this OS came to life. When I heard Jason Derulo's Talk Dirty to Me earlier this year, I had this notion of writing this OS. Obviously with the way things happened on the show then the campaign, writing wasn't a priority. BUT I swear on all things holy every time I turned on the radio on my way to or from work or anywhere else; this song was the first thing I heard. I adore the song but can you imagine it was a hint day in and day out. Finally I finished the OS and I haven't heard the song in about 2 days.
Author's Note 2: Also there is alternate ending to this OS that my crazy brain has conjured up so once I write it, I shall post it.
