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Welcome to my gift to you all 🤗 For my first anniversary on IF...I wrote this special OS
And I want to dedicate it to all my loyal readers and all my wonderful and amazing friends that I have made in this past year
As especially you Kavya di...I want to dedicate this to you the most...I know you will surely read it up in heaven...:)
I'll give a speech later...first need to write one...in the meantime...enjoy 😃
(Madhu's POV)
It had been 1 year since my heart broke. All because of that man. Rishabh Kundra. Guruji looked at me anxiously, as I danced around the stage.
"Madhu...what are you doing? Your steps don't match the music!"
"Sorry Guruji." I held my ears. He smiled and signaled me to continue. He began to play the flute again, the magical notes of a song he composed. I cleared my mind and began to sway to the tune once again.
I came back to Motihari...my old village where I was born. I had a passion for dance ever since I was little. Guruji gave me the training I needed to become a great dancer. I was heartbroken when we had to leave for Mumbai, as Malil had gotten a job as a stuntman in films. I had finally come back after 13 years. It was the only way to take my mind off him. Of his betrayal. The scenes of my rejection at the mandap and his face of victory and pure hatred pierced my heart. I loved him like mad, but what did he do? He broke my heart.
My feet began to move more vigorously.
"Madhu..." Guruji said. He stopped playing the flute and approached me.
"Sorry Guruji..." I said glumly.
"Come sit down for a while." He took me to the steps.
I couldn't hold the tears back after remembering that incident. Guruji stroked my hair gently and held my hand.
"Dear, why don't you go back to Mumbai?"
"Never! I don't want to go back there!" I said. "I don't want to see that man's face ever again!"
"Madhu, I can see you can't focus. Your mind focuses on him only. I know what he did to you, but you can't let that crush yourself."
"I'm not, Guruji." We sat there in silence for a few minutes. "Let's practice again." I got up and waited for the music to play again, and danced my heart out.
(RK's POV)
I went straight to my vanity and locked the door behind me. That producer was too much...he couldn't get a heroine that could dance. That scene was shot way too many times. I rubbed my forehead in frustration and sat down. My eye then caught her photo. I took it in my hand and ran my hand across her face. My Madhu.
"I will find you soon biwi...I'm sorry."
I regretted my every action. I hated myself for it. I broke her heart into pieces. I never knew that I had actually fallen for her when I took my so called revenge. I had realized too late.
Someone knocked on the door. I groaned and let them in. It was Bittuji.
"What is it bittuji?" I said, annoyed.
"Chief...the director is calling for an outdoor shoot. He asked on going to a village for the scenes."
"Then why are you talking to me?"
"He wanted you to choose a village."
"Motihari." I said abruptly. "I heard it is very beautiful."
"Oh...okay chief. I'll tell the director."
(A few days later...)
We arrived in Motihari a few days later. Many fans came and asked for pictures and autographs. I wanted to avoid them for a while. I went to explore the village. I walked around the path alone, until I heard the laughter of several girls and the harmonious sound of a flute. I followed the sound to a large open stage. Many girls were dancing to the music made by the flute. One girl in particular caught my attention, the leader of the group. I couldn't see her face because I was facing her back. She swayed with each note, her body moved gracefully with each step. It felt like I had known her for a long time. Her anklets chimed with her every step. Then the group twirled around at once, to now face me. Then came the biggest shock of my life. That girl...she was Madhu. I ducked out of view. She was here for all this time. Why hasn't I thought of coming here earlier?
I peeked over the stone stairway. She looked so happy, dancing with her friends. She didn't seem like a girl who had her heart broken. I wanted to go to her right then and there, but I stopped. She wouldn't want to see me. She hated me now. I planted that seed of hatred in her heart that night. I watched the performance from a distance. She danced beautifully, and with such a grace that no one could match.
I stealthily went back to the shifting location. Bittuji was waiting for me.
"Chief, shall we start the shoot?"
"Yes." I said. And we began shooting the first scene. The heroine had to basically seduce me with her dancing. Which wasn't going to happen because she sucked at dancing.
Soon enough I got frustrated and yelled "pack up"! All I could focus on was Madhu. I wanted to see her and solitude for my mistake. I headed towards the direction of the theatre, only to be stopped by a man, who I had seen in the theatre playing the flute.
"Yes?" I asked him.
"Could I please talk to you for a minute?"
He was the only way I could talk to Madhu again. I nodded and took him towards my vanity.
"No not here. Let's go to the river over there." He said. I acknowledged his wish and followed him to the riverbank.
"You are RK? Am I correct?" I nodded.
"Yes I am."
"You are also Madhu's husband." He said. My eyes closed at the sound of her name.
"I know...and I messed up. I ruined both our lives."
"Repentance is a good thing. I too wish that you two become one again. She only has you on her mind, even if it is something bad about you."
That lightened my hopes a little bit. She still thought about me. Her heart couldn't forget me.
"Is there any way I can meet her? I want to talk to her." I said.
"My dance troupe is performing at the theatre tomorrow night. You can come there and watch her perform, then you can talk as much as you want to her." He smiled.
He began to walk away, but then he turned again to me.
"I want Madhu's happiness...and I know that wish will soon be fulfilled."
(Next Day...)
(Madhu's POV)
It was almost time to perform. I was excited to see who had come to see. I heard that a shooting was taking place, but I didn't know who the hero was. I hoped it wasn't RK, because the whole team was coming to see the performance. I didn't want to face him. Who knows if I could control my emotions then?
We all took the stage. I was wearing a sparkly white dress and my favorite anklets. The spotlight shone on Guruji first, who had begun to play his flute. And then he sang...
O re piya haaye - 3
Udne laga kyon man baawla re, aaya kahaan se yeh hosla re
O re piya haaye - 2
The lights shone on all of us. I lifted my head with a smile, gazing at the cheering crowd. But my heart was searching for him. I didn't want to see him, but my heart said something else. It still had a hope.
Taanaabaana taanaabaana bunti hawaa haaye bunti hawaa
Boondein bhi to aaye nahi baaz yahaan haaye
Sagish mein shaamil saara jahaan hai
Har zarrein zarrein ki yeh iltiza hai
O re piya, (o re piya haaye - 2), o re piya
I danced my heart out, putting all my energy into each step. Someone else joined the audience. I looked closer, and my heart beat faster at his sight. RK.
Nazrein bolein duniya tolein, dil ki zaban haaye dil ki zubaan
Ishq maange, ishq chaahe koi toofaan haaye
Chalna aahiste ishq naya hai, pehla yeh vaada humne kiya hai
O re piya haaye - 2, o re piya
Piyaaa... yeh piyaaa...
I was really him. He stood at the top of the stairway, with a genuine smile on his face. His gaze was fixated only on me. I couldn't ignore it even if I wanted to.
Nange pairo pe angaaro chalti rahi haaye chalti rahi
Lagta hai ke gairo mein palti rahi haaye
Le chal wahaan jo mulk tera hai, jaahil zamana dushman mera hai haaye
O re piya haaye...
I finished the last step to the standing ovation of the audience. RK was clapping the most. We bowed to them and dispersed. Tears brimmed my eyes soon after. I ran to the riverside. I wanted to go to him and fall in his embrace, because deep down, I still loved him. But the haunting memories of his betrayal became a barrier. I took support of the large oak tree next to me. We could never become one again. Never.
(RK's POV)
I saw her crying near the river. Guilt stabbed at my heart. Those tears were there because of me. I walked towards her, and she seemed to tense up hearing footsteps. She wiped her tears and began to walk away. I called out to her.
"Madhu! Please wait!" I said. She stopped in her tracks. I went up to her and held her hand. She didn't move.
"What do you want RK?" She said in a cold tone. "Why have you come here? I'm nothing but a toy to you, right? To play with one moment and throw away the next?"
"I want you back, back in my life." I simply said. "You are not a toy, you are my wife."
"I WAS your wife. Remember how you rejected me at the mandap that night? You didn't care for me then, then why now?" She jerked my hand away.
"I was wrong! I was stupid and dumb! In my desire for revenge, I didn't realize that I was actually falling for you! It was too late by then. I searched for you everywhere...but I never found you again..I had given up all hope of bringing you back into my life again, of apologizing for my mistakes. But then I came here, and saw you dancing a few days back, and that hope returned."
She stayed silent. She bit her lower lip. The tears were coming back.
"Punish me however you want Madhu! I will happily accept it. I've wronged you many times in the past, and I truly repent for that! Slap me, hit me, do whatever you want! Just please say something!" I said.
It began to rain all of a sudden, but we stood in place. She turned to look at me, the rain blending in with her tears. She reached breaking point, and crushed herself in my arms. I could hear her sobs.
"Please forgive me Madhu...I love you...I love you very much." I held her tightly. I think I started to cry as well. "I want you back in my life."
She didn't say anything, but the emotions she expressed told me my answer. She held me tighter as the rain fell stead ily upon us.
(A year later...)
I sat on the stone steps as I watched her dance on the stage. She smiled wide everytime she looked at me, and I clapped for her. She called me over.
"RK please dance with me!" She said.
"Of course biwi...anything for my dancing fairy."
"Dancing fairy?"
"You silly..." I teased. She giggled.
I took her into my arms and twirled her around the stage, catching her at the final step. I pecked a kiss on her cheek. She smiled, and the rain began to pour again. But we continued dancing, hand in hand.
See if you guys can guess what movie I gained inspiration from 😆
And I want to dedicate it to all my loyal readers and all my wonderful and amazing friends that I have made in this past year
As especially you Kavya di...I want to dedicate this to you the most...I know you will surely read it up in heaven...:)
I'll give a speech later...first need to write one...in the meantime...enjoy 😃
(Madhu's POV)
It had been 1 year since my heart broke. All because of that man. Rishabh Kundra. Guruji looked at me anxiously, as I danced around the stage.
"Madhu...what are you doing? Your steps don't match the music!"
"Sorry Guruji." I held my ears. He smiled and signaled me to continue. He began to play the flute again, the magical notes of a song he composed. I cleared my mind and began to sway to the tune once again.
I came back to Motihari...my old village where I was born. I had a passion for dance ever since I was little. Guruji gave me the training I needed to become a great dancer. I was heartbroken when we had to leave for Mumbai, as Malil had gotten a job as a stuntman in films. I had finally come back after 13 years. It was the only way to take my mind off him. Of his betrayal. The scenes of my rejection at the mandap and his face of victory and pure hatred pierced my heart. I loved him like mad, but what did he do? He broke my heart.
My feet began to move more vigorously.
"Madhu..." Guruji said. He stopped playing the flute and approached me.
"Sorry Guruji..." I said glumly.
"Come sit down for a while." He took me to the steps.
I couldn't hold the tears back after remembering that incident. Guruji stroked my hair gently and held my hand.
"Dear, why don't you go back to Mumbai?"
"Never! I don't want to go back there!" I said. "I don't want to see that man's face ever again!"
"Madhu, I can see you can't focus. Your mind focuses on him only. I know what he did to you, but you can't let that crush yourself."
"I'm not, Guruji." We sat there in silence for a few minutes. "Let's practice again." I got up and waited for the music to play again, and danced my heart out.
(RK's POV)
I went straight to my vanity and locked the door behind me. That producer was too much...he couldn't get a heroine that could dance. That scene was shot way too many times. I rubbed my forehead in frustration and sat down. My eye then caught her photo. I took it in my hand and ran my hand across her face. My Madhu.
"I will find you soon biwi...I'm sorry."
I regretted my every action. I hated myself for it. I broke her heart into pieces. I never knew that I had actually fallen for her when I took my so called revenge. I had realized too late.
Someone knocked on the door. I groaned and let them in. It was Bittuji.
"What is it bittuji?" I said, annoyed.
"Chief...the director is calling for an outdoor shoot. He asked on going to a village for the scenes."
"Then why are you talking to me?"
"He wanted you to choose a village."
"Motihari." I said abruptly. "I heard it is very beautiful."
"Oh...okay chief. I'll tell the director."
(A few days later...)
We arrived in Motihari a few days later. Many fans came and asked for pictures and autographs. I wanted to avoid them for a while. I went to explore the village. I walked around the path alone, until I heard the laughter of several girls and the harmonious sound of a flute. I followed the sound to a large open stage. Many girls were dancing to the music made by the flute. One girl in particular caught my attention, the leader of the group. I couldn't see her face because I was facing her back. She swayed with each note, her body moved gracefully with each step. It felt like I had known her for a long time. Her anklets chimed with her every step. Then the group twirled around at once, to now face me. Then came the biggest shock of my life. That girl...she was Madhu. I ducked out of view. She was here for all this time. Why hasn't I thought of coming here earlier?
I peeked over the stone stairway. She looked so happy, dancing with her friends. She didn't seem like a girl who had her heart broken. I wanted to go to her right then and there, but I stopped. She wouldn't want to see me. She hated me now. I planted that seed of hatred in her heart that night. I watched the performance from a distance. She danced beautifully, and with such a grace that no one could match.
I stealthily went back to the shifting location. Bittuji was waiting for me.
"Chief, shall we start the shoot?"
"Yes." I said. And we began shooting the first scene. The heroine had to basically seduce me with her dancing. Which wasn't going to happen because she sucked at dancing.
Soon enough I got frustrated and yelled "pack up"! All I could focus on was Madhu. I wanted to see her and solitude for my mistake. I headed towards the direction of the theatre, only to be stopped by a man, who I had seen in the theatre playing the flute.
"Yes?" I asked him.
"Could I please talk to you for a minute?"
He was the only way I could talk to Madhu again. I nodded and took him towards my vanity.
"No not here. Let's go to the river over there." He said. I acknowledged his wish and followed him to the riverbank.
"You are RK? Am I correct?" I nodded.
"Yes I am."
"You are also Madhu's husband." He said. My eyes closed at the sound of her name.
"I know...and I messed up. I ruined both our lives."
"Repentance is a good thing. I too wish that you two become one again. She only has you on her mind, even if it is something bad about you."
That lightened my hopes a little bit. She still thought about me. Her heart couldn't forget me.
"Is there any way I can meet her? I want to talk to her." I said.
"My dance troupe is performing at the theatre tomorrow night. You can come there and watch her perform, then you can talk as much as you want to her." He smiled.
He began to walk away, but then he turned again to me.
"I want Madhu's happiness...and I know that wish will soon be fulfilled."
(Next Day...)
(Madhu's POV)
It was almost time to perform. I was excited to see who had come to see. I heard that a shooting was taking place, but I didn't know who the hero was. I hoped it wasn't RK, because the whole team was coming to see the performance. I didn't want to face him. Who knows if I could control my emotions then?
We all took the stage. I was wearing a sparkly white dress and my favorite anklets. The spotlight shone on Guruji first, who had begun to play his flute. And then he sang...
O re piya haaye - 3
Udne laga kyon man baawla re, aaya kahaan se yeh hosla re
O re piya haaye - 2
The lights shone on all of us. I lifted my head with a smile, gazing at the cheering crowd. But my heart was searching for him. I didn't want to see him, but my heart said something else. It still had a hope.
Taanaabaana taanaabaana bunti hawaa haaye bunti hawaa
Boondein bhi to aaye nahi baaz yahaan haaye
Sagish mein shaamil saara jahaan hai
Har zarrein zarrein ki yeh iltiza hai
O re piya, (o re piya haaye - 2), o re piya
I danced my heart out, putting all my energy into each step. Someone else joined the audience. I looked closer, and my heart beat faster at his sight. RK.
Nazrein bolein duniya tolein, dil ki zaban haaye dil ki zubaan
Ishq maange, ishq chaahe koi toofaan haaye
Chalna aahiste ishq naya hai, pehla yeh vaada humne kiya hai
O re piya haaye - 2, o re piya
Piyaaa... yeh piyaaa...
I was really him. He stood at the top of the stairway, with a genuine smile on his face. His gaze was fixated only on me. I couldn't ignore it even if I wanted to.
Nange pairo pe angaaro chalti rahi haaye chalti rahi
Lagta hai ke gairo mein palti rahi haaye
Le chal wahaan jo mulk tera hai, jaahil zamana dushman mera hai haaye
O re piya haaye...
I finished the last step to the standing ovation of the audience. RK was clapping the most. We bowed to them and dispersed. Tears brimmed my eyes soon after. I ran to the riverside. I wanted to go to him and fall in his embrace, because deep down, I still loved him. But the haunting memories of his betrayal became a barrier. I took support of the large oak tree next to me. We could never become one again. Never.
(RK's POV)
I saw her crying near the river. Guilt stabbed at my heart. Those tears were there because of me. I walked towards her, and she seemed to tense up hearing footsteps. She wiped her tears and began to walk away. I called out to her.
"Madhu! Please wait!" I said. She stopped in her tracks. I went up to her and held her hand. She didn't move.
"What do you want RK?" She said in a cold tone. "Why have you come here? I'm nothing but a toy to you, right? To play with one moment and throw away the next?"
"I want you back, back in my life." I simply said. "You are not a toy, you are my wife."
"I WAS your wife. Remember how you rejected me at the mandap that night? You didn't care for me then, then why now?" She jerked my hand away.
"I was wrong! I was stupid and dumb! In my desire for revenge, I didn't realize that I was actually falling for you! It was too late by then. I searched for you everywhere...but I never found you again..I had given up all hope of bringing you back into my life again, of apologizing for my mistakes. But then I came here, and saw you dancing a few days back, and that hope returned."
She stayed silent. She bit her lower lip. The tears were coming back.
"Punish me however you want Madhu! I will happily accept it. I've wronged you many times in the past, and I truly repent for that! Slap me, hit me, do whatever you want! Just please say something!" I said.
It began to rain all of a sudden, but we stood in place. She turned to look at me, the rain blending in with her tears. She reached breaking point, and crushed herself in my arms. I could hear her sobs.
"Please forgive me Madhu...I love you...I love you very much." I held her tightly. I think I started to cry as well. "I want you back in my life."
She didn't say anything, but the emotions she expressed told me my answer. She held me tighter as the rain fell stead ily upon us.
(A year later...)
I sat on the stone steps as I watched her dance on the stage. She smiled wide everytime she looked at me, and I clapped for her. She called me over.
"RK please dance with me!" She said.
"Of course biwi...anything for my dancing fairy."
"Dancing fairy?"
"You silly..." I teased. She giggled.
I took her into my arms and twirled her around the stage, catching her at the final step. I pecked a kiss on her cheek. She smiled, and the rain began to pour again. But we continued dancing, hand in hand.
See if you guys can guess what movie I gained inspiration from 😆
Naagin 7
