Matters of the heart are a tricky business. Especially for a man who claims to not have a heart. If someone had told RK a few weeks ago that his nonexistent heart would note his Biwi's tears and feel a pang, then he would have punched the living daylights out of them. Superstar RK cannot have feelings for the woman who dared to humiliate him in his own turf. He downs another shot of whiskey and resolves; Madhubala is his 40 lac khilona. She is his to use, to play with and do anything he f**king well desires! RK gulps down another shot of whiskey and smirks. Madhubala Malik...nawh...Madhubala Rishabh Kundra may be his biwi but she is his to hurt, humiliate and exact retribution for the four slaps.
However, his resolve goes up in smoke when the object of his musings and ire dared to come into his peripheral view. His eyes zoom in on her injured wrist and he tightens his grip on the empty glass in his hand. His heart skips a beat. Again his damned, traitorous organ dared to make itself known again and beat for this woman!
Madhu, completely unaware of the RK's tumultuous, inner war, makes a deadly mistake; she opens her mouth to further taunt.
Madhu (with a disgusted expression): Mr. Rishabh Kundra you can sit here and drink yourself into oblivion and not have a care for the world. What do you care that a man is lying broken in the hospital all because of you. Tum toh janwar ho. But I am not like you...the Superstar RK, I have a heart. A heart that is yearning to see her father and hoping he would forgive her for taking such a big decision to marry a janwar like you to save his life. So drink away RK. Today no one...not even you can stop me from seeing my Malik.
At the end of Madhu's tirade, RK's face twists in rage. He stumbles off the barstool and with a snarl hurls the glass onto the floor. Madhu jumps back in surprise. Her eyes become round and big and body starts shaking with fear. RK picks up his half empty bottle of whiskey and gulps down the rest of the content. No need to waste an expensive bottle of spirit in rage. Still needing to destruct and to keep his hands from wrapping around his biwi's neck and strangling her, he smashes the bottle on the floor. Madhu jumps back some more and her arms go up to her face in a bid to protect herself from the exploding shards of glass. Her eyes speak volume of the terror she's trying to conceal from the raging, drunken monster in front of her.
Stumbling slighting in his inebriated state, RK reaches Madhu and grips her shoulders tightly.
RK (snarls): So I am a janwar, huh? Madhu-bala.
Madhu (shaking with fear, stammers): RK...
RK (smirks evilly): You're right...I am a janwar and you're my 40 lac khilone, mine to do whatever I wish...biwi. It's time I fulfill my husbandly duties and show you the meaning of being RK's biwi. Ahaaannn!
He roughly pulls a protesting Madhu along in to the lion's den, his bedroom. RK shuts the door and slams her up against the wall. He lowers his head and roughly takes her soft lips and forcefully kisses her. Feeling a drop of moisture on his hand, tightly gripping her shoulders, he slightly pulls away. Noticing the steady flow of tears silently streaming down her face and her bruised, swollen lips, his bloody, supposed to stay nonexistent heart again made its appearance. Loosening up his grip on Madhu's shoulders, RK takes her lips again for a kiss but this time so gently that it takes her by surprise. He moves one hand up and with the pad of his thumb coaxes her lips to open up for his insistent tongue.
As if in a spell, Madhu's traitorous body reacts to the gentle but firm kiss. Her skin tingles and is on fire as RK's hands caresses her shoulders, back and then smashes her hips against the source of his desire. Though her mind is screaming at her to push him away, Madhu grips his shoulders tightly, never wanting the kiss to end. Though she tries, whimpers of pure pleasure escape as they devour each others' lips. Damn! She's not supposed to enjoy being thoroughly kissed by someone she hates. But here she is ready to give him full access to her body.
RK pulls back from the kiss and staring into her dazed eyes filled with desire, he feels the blood rushing down south, demanding immediate fulfillment. They again start kissing each other wildly as they strip each other down to fulfill their desire. The act that followed may have started out as a form of punishment but it has morphed into a wild, beautiful thing that neither is able to immediately comprehend.
Stirring slowly from her deep slumber, Madhu experiences a most unsettling sensation. In her still disoriented state, she can't decipher the warmth and the feel of a heavy weight on her stomach. Madhu opens her eyes and blinks, trying to take in her surroundings. She stares in confusion at the very masculine hand lying possessively on her stomach. Confused, her sleepy eyes follow the hand up to the arm, to its owner. Madhu blinks several times in confusion. It's RK! Her mind is filled with many questions. Why is he in bed with her and holding her so close? Madhu stirs under the haphazardly thrown duvet cover and she gasps in horror. She looks down at her naked state and remembers the details from last night with vivid clarity.
Madhu glances at RK's sleeping form and bites her lips. She doesn't know how to feel, how to react. The man that she loathes with a passion, she just up and handed him her virginity in a silver platter. How could she allow him to touch her knowing the state of their relationship? Especially since their relationship is more that of a slave and a master!
Still a small part of Madhu that's still in denial, knows why she gave in to the impossibly handsome but infuriating man. RK is her husband and she is his wife. Surely what they did last night can't be wrong. She is not some dirty little secret affair that he must hide from the world. Their lovemaking was too indescribable, too beautiful for any words to do it justice. Madhu blushes uncontrollably as image after image flash through her mind; how RK touched her and drove her into a frenzy of passion. Just the thought of it is already turning her on.
But despite the physical pleasure Madhu felt last night, it still doesn't lessen her anxiety. Given RK's inebriated state, will he even remember? What would he feel? How would he react?
Suddenly feeling the need to escape as she feels shortage of oxygen to breathe, Madhu pushes RK's hand off her waist none to gently.
At the sudden movement, RK stirs out of his deep slumber. He sleepily looks up at a nervous Madhu clutching the cover tightly around her body. He grabs his head as if someone it is being hammered into a wall. What the hell? He sit ups and glares at Madhu. Why the hell is she looking at me like I am about to pounce her and swallow her whole?
RK (growls): What the hell are you doing in my room and on my bed biwi?!?
Madhu straightens her spine in indignant anger and her eyes spit fire.
Madhu (angrily): Great! Drag a girl into your room and force yourself on her. And now that you are done, dispose her like trash and pretend ignorance. What a great way to treat a woman RK and your biwi at that.
At Madhu's words, his disoriented brain registers the occurrence from last night. RK remembers that he became roaring drunk and in a fit of rage, dragged his biwi in the room. He remembers with crystal clarity that he forced a kiss on her as a form of punishment. RK had no intention of taking it any further than one punishing kiss, but that one kiss changed everything. He couldn't NOT kiss his biwi! Just the feel of her soft lips against his and her soft touch and he was a wild man ready to claim his biwi. RK remembers vividly, Madhu writhing and moaning underneath him, her nails scoring his back in the heat of the passion. Just thinking about her passionate response is giving him a hard. He wants to throw that damned offensive blanket off her beautiful body and make love to her all over again. Wait? Did she just say FORCE?
RK (snarls angrily): Biwi I damn well didn't FORCE myself on to you! (Smirks) Your body reacted to my every touch and (whistles appreciatively) you are quite the screamer biwi. You SCREAMED, CRIED and BEGGED for more.
Madhu (face burning up with embarrassment, screams): My body may have given in to your ministrations Mr. Rishabh Kundra but it was still against my will! You had no right to touch me and don't you ever dare to take such liberties again!
RK feels an incredible urge to strangle Madhu for denying him her heart and soul, along with her body. He ruthlessly denies his heart, the possibility that he cares for his biwi. No he just wants to possess her heart and soul. He is Superstar RK and no one denies him his rights, not even his little biwi. If she can't give him her heart, then he'll just have to break it to suffice his bruised ego.
RK (smirks evilly): You're wrong Madhubala Rishabh Kundra. I have every right to your body, heart and soul as your pati parmeshwar.
He leans over and trails his finger down the side of Madhu's face, the evil smirk still intact on his face.
RK (continues): You are my most expensive toy to date, 40 lacs to be exact. Given the price I paid for you biwi...nah...myBOUGHT biwi...I should enjoy the benefits. And the services you provide sweetheart...uff. (Winks) It's worth every single penny.
Madhu stares at RK as if she had just been slapped. Through sheer control, she holds back the tears threatening to flow and flood the floors. Deep down, she had harbored a small hope that last night meant something to him. She is such a fool. And only fools would think that a man with no heart would feel any emotion. Madhu shoves RK's hand away from her face and rushes off the bed. She feels dirty and just wants to wash away his stench, his touch and the tainted memories. Clutching the blanket tightly around her body to shield what is left of her dignity and pride, she marches on towards the door. As she walks out the door, Madhu glances back and whispers.
Madhu: You are and will always be a janwar. Just a cold, heartless being incapable of accepting and feeling love and understanding and respecting other people's feelings. Pray you do not end up dying alone one day with no one to fawn over your superficial stardom.
With her head held high, Madhu sails out through the door. RK may have taken all things tangible from her but he can never steal her dignity and pride.
Patience has never been one of his virtues and this morning is certainly no exception. In fact, RK is more surly today than usual as he snaps at another poor, hapless soul for a mistake he did not commit.
RK picks up his script and tries to concentrate on his lines. But his mind keeps reverting back to the fiasco in the morning, namely his biwi. His bruised ego had demanded that he hurt Madhu back but the minute the words escaped his mouth, he wished he could take them back. Especially the look in her eyes, he knew that he has finally managed to hit her where it truly hurts, her heart. He may be a heartless ass with a humongous ego but even he knows when he had crossed the line. For the last few hours, RK has tried to speak to Madhu to do the one thing he has never done in his adult life, apologize. But his damned biwi is too busy giving him the cold shoulder and drifting away from him.
Angry and frustrated, he throws the script on the floor. He has had enough of his elusive biwi playing hide and seek with him. RK stands up to go hunt down Madhu but the technician for the set dared to step in his way. RK grabs his collar and snarls into his face.
RK: How dare you get in my way?!?
Technician (stammers): S...Sorry...RK sir. There's a manufacture defe...defect on the light that...fe...fell on madamji yesterday sir.
RK (let's go of his collar and shoos him away): Just change the damned light and have Bittuji deal with the details of the manufacturer. Now step out of my way!
The man scurries away, leaving RK to prowl in search for his biwi.
Standing near the green room, Madhu is lost in thought. She has been putting up a faade in front of RK, that his words did not hurt her. But alone she can no longer fool herself and deny the truth. She made the stupid mistake to fall in love with her superASS of a husband. Like an idiot she mistook all of his small actions that implied he cares and culminated their lovemaking into an affirmation that he at least cares for her. Madhu thinks humorlessly that she must be a masochist to love a man who simply regards her as an expensive SEX toy. She really should go see Dr. Mathur and get her head examined.
Lost in her musings, Madhu realizes belatedly that a man unknown to her is standing next to her. She steps away from him and fidgets with her dupatta. His unwavering, rude stare is making her extremely uncomfortable. Wanting to get away, she tries to skirt around the man but he grabs her arms. Madhu struggles to be free and glares at the asshole for daring to touch her.
Madhu (angrily): How dare you?!? Let go of me!
The man roves his eyes over her body appreciatively before looking up at Madhu's face.
The man (whistles appreciatively): You're very beautiful. No wonder RK has kept you hidden away from the industry. Can't have the wifey stealing his spotlight.
Madhu (still struggling to be free, demands): Who the hell are you?!? And why are you touching me if you know that I am RK's wife?!? How dare you?!? Let me go!
The man (leers): Aww. You poor thing, thinking that you actually have a proper marriage with Superstar RK. Honey let me tell you, the whole industry knows how and why he married you. We also know that you are his spot boy. (Laughs cruelly) So be a good spot boy and take care of all my needs.
He clamps his hand over Madhu's mouth and drags her into the green room. She tries to bite his hand and kick him but it still didn't weaken the grip on her mouth and arm. He shuts the green room door and tries to kiss her but Madhu turns he face sidways and screams for help. He slaps her hard across the face and her head snaps back against the wall. He grabs her face and forcefully turns it towards him. As he tries to violate her again with his lips, a force rips him off from Madhu and throws him crashing against another wall.
Madhu (terrified...stammers): RK.
RK spares a glance at Madhu and noticing the bruise on her cheeks, he goes wild. He grabs the man off the floor and punches him hard in the gut.
RK (snarls): How dare you touch my biwi?!?
RK knees him hard and throws him on the floor and lands several kicks. Madhu stands immobile against the wall, still in a state of shock. She stares at the merciless beating her husband is administering against the perpetrator and realizes that if she allows RK to continue, he'll end up killing the man.
Madhu (softly): RK...stop it. You'll end up killing him.
RK turns to look at Madhu, his eyes still burning with rage.
RK (angrily): He deserves to die!
Madhu (shakes her head no and pleads): RK...please.
RK kicks the man one more time for full measure. He will have someone throw this piece of garbage out pronto and make sure his actor's guild card is canceled and he is banned forever.
He looks at Madhu's shaking form and his rage gives way to concern. RK walks over to her and pulls her into his arms for a tight embrace, to make her feel safe and protected. She clutches on to his shoulders, gladly taking the warmth and protection being offered. RK pulls away and cups her face. His fingers gently trace the imprint of a hand on her face and he starts shaking with rage again.
RK (angrily): Biwi...did he hurt you anywhere else? I swear if he did...I will KILL HIM!
Madhu nearly melts at his words. She shakes her head no and moves to embrace him again but stops half way. His words earlier from the day ring through her ears and she pushes him away.
Madhu (coldly): Don't worry RK. Your toy is not broken and 40 lacs didn't go down the drain.
Fixing her appearance, her hair and dupatta, she leaves behind a stunned RK staring at her as if she has grown two heads.
Madhu has ordered all the servants out of the kitchen. She wants to be alone but doesn't want to wallow in misery in her room. With quick, furious precision, she chops vegetables, applying all of her frustration with great force on to the knife. Madhu is still furious at RK but a part of her is mad at herself for thinking he is some sort of a savior. And she should fall at his feet and worship him. She grudgingly admits to herself that RK did save her from the creep. Madhu shudders at the possibility of what could have happened had RK not barged in and rescued her. But it does not pardon him from his crimes!
She has had enough of his hot and cold behavior. She is tired of being his doormat. And there's no way in hell she's going to let him play with her heart, use her body all because she's convenient and available. Their contract marriage may be based on monetary agreement, but she'll be damned if she's going to let him make her feel like she's his paid, albeit legally, wh**e! The man may be gorgeous and make her go weak in the knees but her pride demands that she not become his, as he referred to her, sex toy.
RK strides into the kitchen determined to speak to Madhu. However, he pulls up short and looks warily at the way she is hacking the vegetables with the knife. He swallows visibly, and wonders if she is pretending the vegetables are his body parts. RK shudders at the possibility and decides to tread cautiously. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and his biwi, it looks like, will not think twice before wielding the knife against him.
RK (clears his throat before speaking): Biwi...
Madhu knew the moment RK walked into the kitchen but she refused to acknowledge his presence. She hears him call out to her but ignores him.
RK (getting annoyed, speaks louder): BIWI...I need to speak to you.
Madhu (looks up, her eyes spitting fire): Really? Well I don't!
RK (placates): Madhu...I know you are a little upset but...
Madhu stops cutting and walks around the countertop. RK warily watches her approach, still holding the knife in her hand.
Madhu (furiously): A little angry Mr. Rishabh Kundra? Why should I be angry? Who the hell are you to me anyway that I will let you make me a little angry?
RK (quips): Your pati.
Madhu launches herself at RK, in her fury forgetting that she still has the knife in her hand. RK quickly steps to the side and knocks it off her hands. He grabs her wrists like manacles and pulls her close, plastering her against his body.
RK (smirks): Ahaan...my jungli billi. As much as I love to see your wild side sweetheart, I much prefer it does not involve a knife.
Madhu (struggles to be free and angrily demands): RK...let me go!!!!
She is unaware of the reaction her attempt to be free is creating in RK. Each of her movement is like a provocative friction against his body and it's quite the turn on! To stop the unintended, physical torment, he picks her up in his arms and carries a screaming, struggling Madhu out of the kitchen.
RK enters his room and unceremoniously drops her on to the bed. One way or another, they are going to have a discussion even if he has to hold her down underneath him. Madhu stands up and furiously shoves RK away from her.
Madhu: How dare you RK?!? I am not a sack of wheat that you can cart of anywhere without my consent! Why the hell did you bring me here?
RK (holds up his hand and requests): Biwi...just calm down and listen...
Madhu (snaps): No RK...I will NOT calm down! What do you want to discuss that we couldn't conduct right there in the kitchen?!?
RK (quirks his brow and replies calmly): Because our conversation is private in nature.
Madhu: Private? (Sarcastically) Oh is that code word for sex? Silly Madhu. Of course Mr. Rishabh Kundra would demand services from his legally owned sex toy and get his money's worth.
RK (angrily): Madhu stop your drama!
Madhu (continues): Well since I have already been paid an exorbitant sum of 40 lacs for services I haven't fully rendered yet. So I better start doing my job now. She furiously tosses her dupatta across the room and unzips her kameez. It pools down at her feet, baring her lace trimmed bra clad upper body.
Madhu (reaches behind her back to unhook the bra): Just let me know when you think I have rendered enough service to justify the price you paid to have rights to my body.
RK cannot believe his eyes and ears that his somewhat conservative biwi, is stripping in front of his eyes because she thinks that he thinks she is a wh**e! What a bloody f**king mess!
He grabs Madhu's arm before she can unhook the bra and pulls her close till the tip of their noses are barely touch.
RK (enunciates each word in a softly dangerous tone): What...do...you...think... you...are...doing?!?
Madhu (quirks her brow and responds caustically): Doing as you wish master.
RK (growls): This is not what I want! (Amends) I mean I want you but I am not some bloody sex maniac like the creep that attacked you today! Bloody hell! I don't want to have cold, unmeaningful sex with you because you think you have to repay me in kind for that blasted 40 lacs! I want to make hot, passionate love to you and not have anything but emotions and pleasure between us!
Madhu (disbelievingly): Oh really? (Sarcastically) I could have sworn you told me that I was nothing more than your expensive toy and you may as well get some use out of me. Was that in an alternate universe or simply one of the many split personalities of Rishabh Kundra?
RK (leans his forehead against Madhu's and sighs heavily): Biwi...umm...I am sorry...
Madhu (shocked): Excuse me? Did I hear correctly? Did Superstar Rishabh Kundra just apologize to his 40 lacs worth biwi?
RK (annoyed): It seems there's only one way to get you to stop bringing up that blasted amount.
RK materializes a piece of paper from inside his jacket and shows it to Madhu.
RK (inquires): You remember this document biwi?
Madhu (warily): It's the contract for our marriage.
RK: Exactly. And if you look carefully...it's the original one that I should have handed back to my lawyer to file. But I never did. (He rips it through the middle) Well today this contract is null and void. (He holds up his finger in warning) Henceforth, I don't ever want you to ever bring up the 40 lacs again. And don't you dare ever refer to yourself as a wh**e, a sex toy or anything of that kind! (He grabs her shoulders) You are my biwi and that's all that counts.
Madhu (bites her lips and asks softly): Why RK?
RK (confused): What do you mean by why?
Madhu (softly): Why didn't you legalize the contract that was the premise for our marriage? Why do you show so much care for me but then simultaneously hurt me so much that I can't even breathe? Why this sudden change of heart? You made our lovemaking sound so dirty and that it didn't affect you at all. But now I think differently. It affected you as much as it affected me. Please answer honestly, did it mean anything last night? Why did you get so angry today when I was being mauled? Do I mean something to you? Do you care for me or am I still just a biwi in name?
RK (sighs deeply): I suppose I do owe you complete honesty. I honestly don't know why I didn't legalize the contract but I am glad I didn't. It won't hang over heads like the hangman's noose. Why do I care for you but then hurt you? (Smiles slightly) You have the kind of power over me that no one has ever had before. And frankly it scared the shit out of me. So acting like an ass was the best defense I had to keep my heart hidden and protected. Did our lovemaking mean anything to me? I would say it meant everything to me. And no it wasn't only because (winks) it was so mindblowingly amazing. But because it was the key to open up the lock to my emotions. As for my reaction to the ass who dared to touch my biwi (angrily), I still want to rip him apart. (Cups Madhu's face and gently wipes away the tears silently streaming down her face) Anyone hurts my biwi and I would set the whole world on fire.
Madhu (smiles tremulously): Why RK?
RK (leans down and rubs his forehead against Madhu's): Because I love you biwi. No one in this world has the right to hurt you and love you the way I do. Tum par bas haq hai sirf mera.
He leans down and takes her lips in for a kiss that touched both their souls. They pull apart and smile at each other as RK moves a stray strand of hair away from her cheeks.
Madhu (smiles shyly and declares): I love you too RK.
RK (smirks naughtily): Biwi...now that our discussion is over, (looks down at her half naked body hungrily) I am willing to take you up on your offer.
Madhu gasps in embarrassment and tries to grab her kameez from the floor but RK laughs and picks her up in his arms. He promptly drops her on to the bed and hovers on top of her.
RK (smirks sexily): Biwi I will be your personal sex toy for life.
Finally giving a name to the unknown emotions that consumed both, they celebrated their newfound love and began their journey to a beautiful life together.
