The flashy neon lights nearly blind her, as she walks into Tryst, an upscale lounge in Mumbai that had been recommended by her bar hopping best friend. Madhu begins to feel her courage waver as she observes scantily clad women drinking cocktail and dancing sultrily to techno beats. She does not see Trishna anywhere within her sight and frowns ferociously. Trishna was supposed to join her at the Tryst, to guide her through her first late night party scene. Madhu thinks murderously, she's going to strangle Trishna if she doesn't show up in the next 5 minutes.
She glances to the side and her skin begins to crawl. Lounging against the wall with a drink in their hands and cigarette hanging loosely from their lips, they leered lasciviously in her direction. Madhu can feel their eyes stripping her and her instinct told her to run. To run out as soon as possible and never look back. But that means going home and dealing with the consequences of her actions and she is not up for tonight.
Squaring her shoulders resolutely, Madhu summons up her frostiest glance and curls her lips up in distaste. She turns haughtily on her 5 and 1/2 inch stilettos, secretly pleased that she did not stumble. With slow, sure steps to maintain her balance, she walks over to the bar. Finding an empty seat, she perches up on to the large, grey, geometrically shaped stool. Madhu picks up the drink menu and peruses through, biting her lips in consternation. She does not know much about alcohol and the dozen of choices provided has her even more confused. Madhu thinks annoyed, where are the drinks that screams for first time drinkers'?
The young bartender with his charming, dimpled smile asks politely, "What will you have ma'am?"
Madhu looks up, distressed and asks anxiously, "What do you recommend?"
The bartender responds politely, "Well ma'am, we have several signature cocktails. Perhaps if I know what you like to drink like whiskey, vodka, gin, etc then I can make some recommendations."
Madhu bites her lips in distress and speaks softly as if in confession, "I don't know. I've never had a drink before."
The bartender smiles boyishly and states, "Then let's start you off with something light and fruity."
Madhu smiles with relief and nods. She has never touched alcohol before because her family would disapprove. But after what she had suffered through today with the setback at work and her family trying to parade her off to some ugly, spot faced, aging groom, she deserves a drink or two.
RK is bored out of his mind as he leaned against the wall in a more private, secluded corner. He shoves his hands into his jeans pocket and sighs discontentedly. He wonders, morosely, why he allows his manager and publicist to dictate his social life. After a long day of shooting, all he does is hop from one nighttime party to another. And he is exhausted. RK curls his lips distastefully, he is tired of being pawed by shallow, clingy women and pawing them in return, all in the name of protecting his bad boy image. There has to be more to life than f**king around and being f**ked.
He pulls his hands out of his pockets and grabs his glass of whiskey that he had set aside on the bar top counter. At one go, he turns the glass bottom up and drinks up the remaining content. RK slams the glass down on the black, shiny marble top counter and gestures to the bartender to give him another shot of whiskey. He doesn't like to get drunk but it's the only way for him to get through this bullshit that has become his life.
Holding the glass tightly against his chest like a shield, RK steps out reluctantly from his secluded corner. His rove around the room dispassionately, seeking if anyone is worthy of his glance, let alone his time. Sitting at the other end of the bar, his eyes zero in on a young woman clad in navy blue dress, revealing quite a bit of her skin. She is not beautiful in the classical sense but everything about her including the tip of her nose is alluring. At first glance, she is dressed like all the other women in the club but his trained actor's eyes picks up that she is uncomfortable in her dress and by the surrounding.
He feels a pull and his feet, of their own volition, gravitates towards her. RK glares at the man sitting next to Madhu and curtly jerks his head, signaling him to get up and vacate. Taking the recently vacated stool, RK sits down and holds out his hand, with a devastatingly charming smile, at Madhu and says hi.
Madhu glances sideways and nearly falls off the stool, her eyes going wide with shock at the person sitting next to her. She blinks her eyes several times to clear her vision, thinking she is hallucinating.
Still holding out his hand, RK says again, "Hi. From the look on your face, I guess you are wondering if you are hallucinating. Well you are not. I am RK, the Superstar RK."
Madhu holds up her cosmopolitan and tilts her head sideways, her eyes gleaming with speculation. She slurs, "Wow. This drink is quite powerful. Not only am I seeing RK but his hallucination even talks too."
RK snaps his finger in front of her face, holding back a laugh, "Madam I am Superstar RK. Now whether you choose to believe me or not, is completely up to you."
Madhu supports her head and leans on to her palm and asks with wide eyed amazement, "So you are Superstar RK? I mean you look like him." She narrows her eyes suspiciously, "But you could be a look alike too." She hiccups and continues, "Are you trying to take advantage of me, pretending to be Superstar RK?"
RK chuckles lightly and responds, "Yes I am Superstar RK and no I am not a regular Joe trying to take advantage of you. Now that you know who I am, can I have your name?"
Madhu pulls back indignantly and keels over to the side but RK keeps her from falling and holds her steady. She wags her finger at him and slurs, "Excuse me mister. I am not giving you my name. Don't you know the rule of thumb to never disclose personal identifying information? What can be more personal than a name?"
RK laughs heartily, resisting the urge to tweak her nose. He states, "I gave you my name."
Madhu slouches over the counter and wags her finger at RK, smiling triumphantly, "Hah! That's your problem mister. You volunteered your name. I didn't ask for it."
RK smiles mischievously, his eyes twinkling with merriment, "Fair enough. How about we play a little game of truth or dare? We get to ask each other one question. So if you hesitate or even refuse to answer the challenge then you will need to drink not only your shot but mine too, same applies for me as well. Savvy? So are you ready to play, Ms. She Who Shall Not be Named?"
She flips her hair back in indignation and exclaims, "Excuse me Mr. Wannabe Superstar, my name is Madhu. Madhubala Malik. Not Ms. She Who Shall Not Be Named. Do I look like Voldemort or his sister to you?"
He grins devilishly and drawls, "Ahh...you do have a name. So are you ready to play the game, Madhoo-balla?"
She frowns and slurs irately, "Its Madhu or Madhubala, not Madhoo-balla. And how do you know my name?" Madhu widens her eyes and wags a finger accusingly, "You ARE trying to take advantage of me! That's why you are so adamant that I agree to play your stupid game. Well I am on to you mister! You can't fool Madhubala Malik, no siree."
RK holds up his hands in mock surrender and teases, "You've caught on to me. I am trying to get into your pants by playing a silly game never mind that if I really want, I can have you in my arms and in my bed within minutes." He winks seductively and adds challengingly, "The real question is, Madhoo-balla, are you woman enough to accept my challenge and play the game and let destiny decide our course?"
Madhu forwards her hand to RK to accept the challenge, her stance militant, "Game on RK's Doppelganger! May the best WOMAN win."
After two hours of binge drinking and divulging information with each other they would normally never share, RK and Madhu stumble into his residence. Not wanting to wake anyone up, especially his mother, he places a finger on her lips, indicating to her to be quiet as a mouse. Madhu smiles mischievously and kisses his finger, turning his eyes smoky and filled with a sudden pang of desire. She giggles as RK picks her up in his arms and takes the stairs, two at a time, his eyes trained, at all times, on her smiling, rouged lips and sparkling eyes.
Entering his room with Madhu in his arms, he shuts the door firmly with his foot. RK stares intensely at her as she continues to giggle. He puts her down gently on the floor, his one arm snakes around her curvaceous bottom and squeezes her tightly against him. Madhu stops giggling and glances up at him, her gaze a mixture of shock, amazement and desire. RK leans down and captures her lips for a searing kiss, coaxing her with his tongue to open up to him and give him entry. At first she responds timidly, her tongue mimicking his then as passion ignites between them their kiss turn more passionate and she responds with vigor.
As the breathless kiss ends, RK pulls away slightly. His hands brush back stray stands of hair from her face with tenderness. Madhu pulls at his t-shirt with frustration and tries to pull it above his head. Stilling her hands, RK lifts her chin up to look into her eyes as he asks, "Are you sure about this Madhu? I don't want you to have any regrets later."
Her gaze crystal clear, despite the copious amount of liquor in her system, Madhu says solemnly, "I have never been more sure in my life." Smiling playfully, she teases, "If you don't have sex with me now then I'll just go back to the bar and pick any of the dozens of men hanging about there. I am sure they would be more than willing to comply with my demands."
RK growls furiously, "Like hell you will!" He pulls her back into his arms and captures her lips again for punishing, bruising kiss. Within seconds, he gentles his assault and teases her mercilessly, expertly to elicit a passionate response out of Madhu. He backs her up to the bed, his hands go up to her lower back and pulls down on the zipper. The dress slips away, leaving her in just her lingerie.
He pulls apart from the kiss and lays her down on to his bed. RK quickly stands up and with an impatient cry, he pulls up his t-shirt and throws it off. He nearly rips off the button of his jeans, in a rush to pull it off. Freeing himself of all of his garments, including his underwear, he joins Madhu in bed, glancing up at him in trepidation, wonder and excitement.
RK captures her lips once again for a kiss, to distract her as his hands deftly removing her bra and underwear. After he completes the task of removing all of her undergarments, he breaks off the kiss, leaving Madhu moaning in protest. He showers her body with love, his hands and lips branding every inch of her skin. Kneading the taut buds of her nipples to sucking on them to setting her on fire by kissing the sensitive area around her navel to making her scream with pleasure, worshipping the center of her womanhood with his tongue and finger.
At the precipice of his control, RK covers her with his body, his elbows braced on the sides. He trains his eyes on to Madhu's face, intently seeking any traces of discomfort as he slowly probed his manhood into her tight passage. Breaking through her barrier, he gives her the time to adjust to his invasion before he slowly rocked in and out of her, steadily building up the tempo. RK continues to stare intently at her face, beautifully flushed from passion as he pumps into her one las time and gives a hoarse shout of pleasure. He falls on top of her, probably crushing her under him but too spent to move. Smiling with satisfaction, he thinks, making love to Madhubala Malik is akin to running a marathon.
After a few minutes, their rapid breathing slow down to an even pace. RK, with the little strength left in him, pulls his weight up from Madhu and rolls away. He folds one arm behind his head, yawning, and closes his eyes. Feeling finger poking him on his right shoulder, he opens his eyes and sends a questioning glance at Madhu.
She sits up and folds her legs underneath her, unconscious of her nude state. Madhu folds her elbow and rests her chin on the palm of her left hand. She cocks her head to the side and gives RK a thoughtful look. He arches his brow as he waits for her to speak up. Given the things that has come out of that beautiful mouth of hers tonight, he smiles slightly, what she is about to say is bound to be delightful. On top of being beautiful and sexy as hell, Madhubala Malik makes one cute drunk.
Rewarding RK for his patience, Madhu finally speaks up, pointing down at the lower half of his body, her gaze keen with curiosity, "I want to touch your thing."
Shocked, RK sits up, his face a perfect mixture of horror and excitement. Breathing heavily, he asks, "Why?"
Madhu shrugs her shoulders and responds blithely, "I have never seen it in person before tonight. I have always been curious, to see it, understand it." She drops her voice and whispers, "My friends have told me that it has a mind of its own and is very sensitive to touch." She giggles, "They even said it can spasm and grow bigger."
RK exclaims, a little scandalized, "Damn! You girls actually talk about sex and about our penis too?"
Madhu giggles and nods her head, "All the time!" She pouts her lips and asks again, "So are you going to let me play with it?"
Covering his crotch in defense, he asks suspiciously, "Depends. Are you going to share details with all of your girl friends?"
Madhu frowns and says, "You know, you just don't have to be this difficult." She folds her hands across her chest and pouts angrily, "I don't even want to play with your thing anymore. Maybe another man will humor me and let me play with his."
RK groans in exasperation. He grabs hold of her small hands and places them over his penis. Closing his eyes shut, he clenches his teeth and holds himself tautly as tremors of pleasure course through his body at her soft, curious touch. After a long, torturous minute of letting Madhu be explorative, he grabs hold of her hands. With one deft move, RK has her on her back and looms over her. He grins wickedly down at her, his lips a mere inch away from hers, and thinks, time to punish his Madhoo-balla for being such a tease.
After making love to her for the second time, RK flops down on his stomach, next to her. He has one arm and leg sprawled on top of Madhu, too lazy to move. Desiring nothing but sleep, he shuts his eyes. However, she pokes him on the shoulders again, disturbing his much needed sleep. Sleepy, he grumpily turns his head to glare at Madhu and barks, "What now?"
Madhu asks him curiously, "I played with your thing. Don't you want to play with mine?"
RK groans and turns over to his side, facing away from Madhu. The woman is a special brand of madness and she is on a mission to drive him insane tonight. He looks over his shoulders to see that she is staring back at him with an expectant gaze. He decides grimly, she is far too beautiful to make such a tempting offer. RK turns over and faces Madhu. Now that the offer has been made, he is not about to refuse. She may be insane but damn he likes it! Madhubala Malik doesn't know it yet, but he didn't find her to just let her get away.
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