ROSID FF: THE CELEBRITY (by ArchanaVinod)

Hi ROSIDIANS, i think u all got what i'm posting here..yes, it is ROSID ff written by a ROSID fan,Archana Vinod from facebook...some of u had read the parts from AT6 already, still i'm posting this so that we can read by storing in a stable place...also for those who missed to read it...

this is her facebook page- http://www.facebook.com/pages/Roli-Siddhant/822345567787701?fref=nf

thank u archana for giving this beautiful ff..hope u dont mind posting this here😊

PART I

An original story by Archana Vinod

ROSID'S BEDROOM - LATE EVENING

Roli looks into the dressing table mirror as she does some last minute touch ups on her face. She is very much excited. They are going out to watch a movie. And not just any movie! They are going to watch the latest sensational movie Afsaana', starring none other than her very own husband in the lead role. Mr. Siddhant Bhardwaj! She can hardly sit still.

News on this movie has been all around in the papers, TV, internet. The day the movie was released in the theatres was a bomb! Created record collections! Siddhant has already started getting other offers. People have already started fan pages on the lead characters of the movie. Siddhant is rising to super stardom! Wow!!! I can't believe it! Thinks Roli, excited.

"Ready?" checks Siddhant as he sprays some deodorant all over himself.

"Yes!"

"Let's go!" he smiles.

They get into the car and drive off.

Roli's mind is buzzing with the success of the movie. Her husband is a celebrity now. "Siddhantji," Roli begins, "how is this running now?"

"On petrol Roli," Siddhant answers casually, "and of course, the car also needs wheels. Otherwise a full tank of petrol is pointless!"

"Hohoho," she laughs sarcastically, "very funny. I'm talking about Afsaana!"

"Ohhh I see! So you must specify na! If you ask me how is this running now?" What do you want me to make out of it?"

"Ok! Whatever!" she replies smugly, "so tell me na, how is your blockbuster running?"

Siddhant glances at her briefly. "Sarcasm, eh?"

"No, no," Roli snaps, "I'm serious."

"Well, better you witness it yourself. Anyways we are going to watch it ourselves."

"Wait! Wait! Didi said that we need to get some stuff from the super market when we're out!" says Roli.

"What stuff? We'll get it on our way back," replies Siddhant.

"It'll be too late then! It's better if we get it now." chirps Roli.

"Ok. We'll stop at this Big Bazaar here," says Siddhant as he spots the first store he sees.

He drives around the parking lot as he tries to find a space to park his car. He finally finds a spot. "Roli, you go on. Pick up a cart or basket, whatever. I'll just lock the car and come."

"Ok", she nods, steps out and walks towards the super market's entrance.

Siddhant gets out of his car, steps back and points the remote'. It BEEPS as it gets locked.

Suddenly, A SHRILL SCREAM startles him!

He looks around. I heard some girl scream, why? What's going on? And sure enough, he spots a girl just a little off from him. She seems to be in her late teens or early twenties. Was she the one who screamed? Wonders Siddhant.

"Hey," Siddhant begins as he walks towards the girl. "Did you...?" But the girl SCREAMS again and throws her arms over his neck!

Hearing the commotion, Roli comes running out of the supermarket. "Siddhantji! What was..." she stops dead in her tracks. What the hell! She spots Siddhant in the middle of the parking lot hugging some strange girl. Or is she hugging him? What the hell!!!! Today is WAR!!! Roli fumes.

Meanwhile, Siddhant looks as if there's a snake around his neck. He struggles to free himself. "Hey, hello, what are you doing?" Siddhant muffles.

"Siddhant Bharadwaaaj!" she screams. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! I don't believe this!!!!" She hugs him tight, her feet dangles in the air. Siddhant is a big guy! Whereas, she's small and hardly 5 feet tall.

Uh oh! Siddhant realizes, I forgot that I'm no longer just Siddhant Bharadwaj! I'm now a face people would recognize even better than my wife! I'm screwed now! How do I get out of this? Roli, where is Roli? He looks around for her and spots her standing at the shop's entrance, fuming. "Roli!" he calls out like a drowning man desperate for a twig or a branch to hold on to.

By now, people flock around him. Cameras flash, smart phones capture the event, more girls scream! Roli can do nothing but stand and watch on helplessly. She feels left out in the crowd. She feels like nothing.

"Oh my God! Siddhant Bharadwaj!"

"Sir, may I have your autograph please?"

"Oh Aditya! Could you please autograph my face?"

"What is your phone number?"

"Do you shop here everyday?"

"Please come to my home! My sister is craaazy about you!"

"Marry me!!!!"

"Sir, please give me chance sir, I can sing and dance, sir!"

Good God! Siddhant thinks frantically. This is more than what I bargained for. Siddhant gently pulls the screaming girl off him and gives her a dry smile. "Ermmm..." he begins, wondering how to handle her. But she... faints! Siddhant grabs her as she crumbles down.

This is it! Ab bohoth ho gaya! Fumes Roli! I can understand people admiring Siddhantji, but this is too much! Hugging and kissing! No ways!!!! He is my property!

She shoulders her way past the crowd towards Siddhant. Somehow, they must get out of here.

... TO BE CONTINUED

Siddhant is in pure dilemma as he cradles the unconscious girl in his arms. Wild fans click photos and capture the event' live and upload it to social networking sites like Facebook, Twitter, Youtube etc. It's only a matter of minutes before the video of Siddhant kneeling on the ground and holding an unconscious fan begins to circulate on the internet with titles like...

Girl faints after seeing superstar Siddhant Bharadwaj'

Handsome hunk Siddhant Bharadwaj makes out with a hot teen in broad daylight'

Siddhant Bharadwaj with his wife'

Hottie Siddhant with young sizzling actress on location for his new movie' and many more absurd titles with no connection to the actual fact!

Siddhant looks around frantically. He has never been in a situation like this. Well... with Roli maybe... but not with a strange girl. And that too a fan! "Someone, water please!" he almost begs.

"Hey! Someone give him some water!"

From the crowd, someone hands Siddhant a bottle of Coke. "What's this?" he asks surprised.
"For you sir," someone replies. "Arrey yaar!" he snaps, exasperated, "I need water to sprinkle on her face!"

Meanwhile, Roli works up a sweat as she shoulders her way past the crowd towards her husband. "Bhai saab, please let me past!" she tries to be polite as she makes her way through the crowd. One of the guys cast a dirty look at Roli and grabs her by the shoulder. "Don't worry sweetie, don't be so desperate" he comments, "You'll get your chance too. And even if you don't, we're here! We're not that bad either!"

Roli pauses, furious and uncomfortable at having been touched by a stranger. "And what the hell do you mean by that?"

The man gives her a nasty look. "Well, you know..." He starts to rub her shoulder.

SLAP! Roli lands an instant super shot on his face. "Chee! Get your hands off me dammit!"

The man boils with anger and humiliation. "How dare you!"

Roli doesn't hang around for even a single second. She begins to run through the crowd. She doesn't stop, she doesn't care even if she pushes someone, she just runs for her dear life! She's in trouble. Big trouble!!!

"Siddhantji!!!" she cries out.

Siddhant sprinkles some water over his fainted fan's face. She flinches for a moment and then slowly comes around. She opens her eyes and looks around, confused. What's going on? Then she realizes that someone is holding her. She looks up at that person. Siddhant!

He looks back at her in panic. "Are you okay?" he asks, concerned.

She gasps! "Oh my God! Sidd---"

"Hey, just calm down will you?" he begs.

She faints in his arms. Again!

Grrr!!! Hey Uparwaale! Siddhant wonders, why me???!!!

"Siddhantji!!!" Siddhant looks up. That's Roli's voice. "Roli!" he calls out. He cranes his neck and sees Roli pushing her way through the crowd. She looks frightened, as if she's been chased by a mad dog. "Siddhantji! Help!" she cries out.

Siddhant lays down his fan and hurries towards Roli. "Roli! Over here!"

"Who's Roli?" asks someone from the crowd.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Maybe his wife!"

"Could be his new heroine!"

Siddhant is tempted to reply, "No, she's your Momma!" but he restrains himself.

Roli runs into Siddhant's arms, frightened. "Hey Roli, are you okay? What happened? Why are you so worried?"

He follows Roli's glance to the cheeky guy in the crowd. Siddhant instantly understands that this guy was troubling her. He begins to charge at the man, but Roli grabs him by the arm. "Siddhantji! No! Let's leave! Hurry!"

Siddhant and Roli hurry towards their car. Cameras flash like crazy. Wild fans scream and faint all around them. Some burst into hysterical sobs. Others say dirty, offensive stuff!
They jump into their car and push off from there as soon as they can!

A moment later, they are on the streets, headed to the theatre. Siddhant is still dazed. He can't believe what just happened. Never in his life had he encountered such a situation. I guess this is all part of stardom, he thinks, the price of stardom is loss of freedom? Maybe I shouldn't have gone into all this stuff! Have I made a mistake? He looks over at Roli.

Roli has pissed off' written all over her face.

"What did that guy do to you?" he asks quietly. She doesn't reply. She seems to be lost in thoughts. "Roli?"

"Just stop in front of that shop," she blurts out.

"Another shop? Arrey baba, let's buy all this dal baal later on, na? I'm worn out already."

"Just stop!" she repeats firmly. Oh shit, thinks Siddhant. She is serious. Damn serious.

He pulls over. "You sit here, I'll be right back," says Roli as she steps out of the car.

"What? Where are you going? Yaar, Prem will buy all this stuff. You get back in here"

She doesn't respond. But simply walks away. Siddhant gets out of the car. "Roli! Arrey Roli!"
Roli pauses and turns around. "Siddhantji, do you want one thousand people to pounce on you again?" The incident back at Big Bazaar has a post traumatic' effect on Siddhant as he relives the situation. "No!" he grins.

"Then get back in the car and sit quietly," says Roli seriously, "I'm not famous, so I'll be okay. In fact, if it weren't for you, that man wouldn't have grabbed me back there."

Siddhant gapes in disbelief. "What? He grabbed you? How dare he?"

"Yes," Roli responds casually as if nothing happened, "He did. Now if you don't get back in, more people might grab me."

"Roli!" he protests, "you sound like I'm going around asking everyone to come and grope you! What the hell!"

"Chup! Finger on lips! Get in the car! Don't waste my time!" she orders and walks away.

Siddhant watches on hopelessly as she disappears into the nearby shop. He bangs his fist on the bonnet. "Arrey yaar!" he growls angrily. What is she upto? He wonders. He paces up and down restlessly as he waits for her. What's taking her so long? What if something is wrong? What if she is trouble? His worry begins to consume him by the minute. Dammit! He thinks. I'm going in there. I can't just let her go somewhere by herself like that!

... TO BE CONTINUED

THE CELEBRITY - PART 6
An original story by Archana Vinod

Siddhant watches the people flock out of the theatre one by one. Oh God! Let them not see me! Please! Hope no one comes here! But someone up there seems to have other plans in store for Siddhant. A group of women walk towards the ladies room. Oh no!!! The fear of getting cornered by wild fans is one, the awkwardness and humiliation of getting caught in an absurd place is another.

"Roli! Come out fast!" he bellows.

"Who's Roli?" asks the woman, her arms still over his shoulder.

"Roli!" he calls desperately as he bangs on the door.

The approaching women pause for a moment. No ways! They must be dreaming! That can't be Siddhant Bharadwaj! And that too in front of the ladies room!

"Siddhant Bharadwaj?"

"Siddhant Bharadwaaaj!!!"

"H"hi..." mumbles Siddhant with an awkward smile. This is probably the most humiliating moment in my life, thinks Siddhant.

The women sprint towards Siddhant. "Can I have your autograph please?"

"Please pose with me for a pic, sir."

"Are you really Siddhant Bharadwaj?"

"How come you're here, right outside the ladies room? Are you waiting for someone?"

"Is your girlfriend inside?"

"Can I have your mobile number, please?"

Siddhant gets pushed to a corner by his admirers. "Erm... ladies, one by one, please, all of you will get a chance."

Just as Siddhant gets busy signing autographs and posing for selfies, Roli comes out of the restroom, only to find a crowd right in front of the door. What on earth! How will I come out if all these people block the doorway? "What's going on here?" she asks. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you! It's Siddhant Bharadwaj!"

"Oh, I see," she says, least bothered, "now if you'd excuse me, before I suffocate to death in here."

Roli shoulders her way out of the crowd. Hey Matarani! People are crazy! Siddhant cranes his neck to see Roli walking away without even one look at him. "Excuse me, but I have to go now," Siddhant says politely, "I love you all and it was so great meeting you here." I must catch up with Roli, Siddhant thinks frantically.

But to make matters worse, more cameras flash. This time, it's the media.

Oh my God! I'm done for! Siddhant feels like banging his head on the wall.

"Siddhant Bharadwaj, how does it feel to enter the 100 crore club?" asks the reporter in a business like tone.

"Well..." he begins, his whole attention on Roli who disappears around the corner. She's gone!

"Siddhant Bharadwaj, this is a rather strange place to be catching up with, do you agree?"

"Oh yes," he sighs, feeling exhausted.

MUCH LATER

Siddhant has finally managed to squeeze his way out from the clutches of the media and all his crazy lovers. He looks around for Roli. I hope she's okay; it's not safe for her to be around here by herself. Maybe she's near the car?

Siddhant decides to check out the parking lot. And sure enough, he spots her, leaning against the car with an I want to kill Siddhantji' expression written all over her face. She looks mad as heck, he worries. If I try to talk to her she's going to kill me. What do I do? Idea!

The image of her husband making out with a co-actress on screen haunts Roli. She is disturbed. Very disturbed! I know his touch. His smell... But am I the only one?

"Nayak nahiii! Khalnayak hoon mainnn!"

Roli swerves around. Who's that singing? And that too in an awfully funny impersonation of the singer Vinod Rathod's voice? Her curiosity is replaced by a lack of interest, because, it's none other than Siddhantji, puffed up and strolling towards her, singing... not to mention that weird expression on his face as if something is stuck somewhere. She quickly turns away. She doesn't want to burst out laughing and get caught! He's doing this on purpose to make me laugh! Oof!!

"There you are!" remarks Siddhant, "I've been looking all over for you!"

She doesn't look at him or make the least bit of attempt to respond. Her eyes are fixed in the distance on nothing particular.

"This is very wrong Roli! How can you get just get up and leave like that right when the climax is about to begin!" Siddhant barks with fake seriousness. She lunges at him, her teeth clenched and gnashing. Oh! She so badly wants to tear him apart. He backs up quickly, amused at the same time. "I meant... the film's climax," he says with a sheepish grin.

She looks away again. What will I do? Siddhant wonders. She's mad enough to kill me. Cautiously, he tries to calm her down by gently holding her by the shoulders, but she knocks it off!

"Roli," he says quietly, "the interval is over. Shall we go back in?"

No response. "Roli?" he coos.

"I want to go home," she blurts out, her voice shaking.

"But why?" he asks, "what about the movie?"

"I don't want to watch this nonsense anymore. Please take me home."

"Nonsense?! You really are so strange! One instance, you're eating my brains out saying that you want to watch this awesome mind blowing movie! And another, you just want to leave half way through because it's nonsense."

"I was expecting to see a good film!" she states.

"So this is good na, what's wrong with this film?" he asks.

"Everything!" she blasts out, "that director needs to be slapped on the face!"

Siddhant bursts out laughing.

"What's so funny?" she snaps.

"Roli! Tu bhi na! Seriously!" he struggles to contain his laughter.

"You also need a slap!" she snarls. "Are these the kind of scenes you'd do? How can you even think of doing it?"

"Arrey yaar," he begins hopelessly, "did what? You sound like I really did something! This is 2014. These kind of scenes are there in every movie. Or else it won't run."

"Says who?" she snaps.

"That's how it is! It's proven scientifically!" he protests.

"If you want to go and touch these females, then admit it! Why are you blaming the market and scientific research?"

"Roli!!!" he yells, dumbfounded.

She looks away again, heaving deeply. God! She's really mad. He is really tempted to speak his mind out, but that would make her more upset. I need to handle this situation in a different way, he thinks.

"Roli," he sighs, "this is why I never wanted you to watch this movie. But you wouldn't listen to me."

She doesn't respond. She doesn't even look at him!

"See baba. I swear. Whatever you saw onscreen was not real. That's all camera technique. Trust me!"

"Oh really," she turns around; her eyebrows raised questioningly, "so what happened in front of the restroom was also camera technique?"

"Arrey yaar, tu bhi na, seriously! Just kill me already!" he blurts out, fed up.

"Kill me instead! I'm a -"

But Siddhant cuts her off with a low grunting noise. "Mmmngggnngg!" She gapes at him, surprised.

"See, you can't stop -"

"MmmNNNGGGNNGG!!!" he moans louder.

Roli just looks at him. Another one of his tactics to make me laugh, thinks Roli. No ways! He also has that funny look on his face, as if something just got stuck somewhere.

"Siddhantji!" she protests.

"Mmmnnngnnggngnng!" this time he grins and bats an eye at her.

Oh no! Not again! Her head reels. She blushes like crazy. When he does that, I feel so powerless. Helpless! And he knows it! God! He's doing it on purpose! He knows what happens to me when he does like that! He surely knows how to win an argument! A smile creeps up her face, but she quickly walks past him towards the -

Oh not so fast! Something stops her! She can't help it but smile. Siddhant has locked his finger with hers. There's no way she's leaving. She sighs and turns around. He nods his head questioningly. What?

"Fine, let's go inside."

A broad grin spreads across his face. "Phew! Thank God!"

Both of them carry on to watch the rest of the movie. And this time, she's not scared of what she'll see onscreen, and he's not scared to confront his crazy lovers.

... TO BE CONTINUED

Archana outstanding updates dear👏

its so nice...loved the funny embarrassing moments that Sid was facing😆

Fantastic update Archana 👏 looking forward to next update😃