Road to salvation three 3 ch 136-end Updated 29 june 2015 - Page 4

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Chapter 122

I did not wanted to go to the shoot but RK was not ready to leave me behind alone.

I groaned and lied back on the couch with my feet up on the armrest of the sofa RK was sitting on.

"Bahadur are you trying to seduce me with those komal paun (soft feet) of yours."

"What? For God sake no!!." I was flustered and pulled my legs away from him. I looked at him for a few seconds and then kicked in the air. My feet are even better at kicking those who irritate me too much. Unfortunately for me RK caught my foot midair and said "I am so good at pulling legs Biwi." Even before I could think RK pulled me and I landed on the floor. I charged back on RK and how could I not. I wrestled earnestly trying to best him. I was better trained but then I was not trained to overlook the physical closeness of my husband. So obviously I was losing both my wits and the wrestling match. Finally I was right beneath him aware of his entire anatomy heaving and panting on top of me with physical workout. I don't think it would be because of me. He after all was much more seasoned or rather was thoroughly marinated in female company unlike me. He had no reason to pant and heave because of my closeness but my palpitations were a different story.

"Round one I won biwi. Want to go for round 2." He asked looking as serious as he could and a tone that meant business.

"Get of me RK I can't breathe." I tried to speak but all that came out was a faint mumble. I was finding it hard to breath for one he was not feather weight. He was actually quite heavy. Two his nearness, well I made a mental note that being near him could cause asphyxia to me.

RK was looking at me quite weirdly and then said "Get ready Biwi, I need to leave or we will be late. And yaha ghantey ke hisab se location charge hoti hai aur yahan mere sasur ji nahi hai jo mujhey discounts mil jayeinge." He went ahead to brush his hair possibly the 100^th time since morning.

"If you brush them any more they will be history very soon. And mere sasur or tumhare sasur milkar bhi kuch nahi kar payeinge." I told him without daring to look his way. I knew I had hit his weak point. After all RK was a little vain. Just that little bit but then his job demands him to be careful about his looks. Hmm I guess I am finding excuses for him.

"Biwi what happens to my hairline is not what I am bothered about. If you don't get up now yourself, and come with me. I will toss you on my back and force you to come with me."

"RK you know I don't respond well to any kind of force." I said eying him coldly well force was always with me but never on me so yes I never responded in kind to any kind of force and coercion.

" Ok so what would you respond to?" he sat unexpectedly next to me on the floor and looked at me as if he would swallow me whole. Well that could not happen he was not an anaconda right. I tried to remind myself and desperately tried to stand my ground. But a look at him made me feel he could constrict my breathing abilities with much more ease than anaconda could, I immediately got up. I always knew when to back off.

"why do I need to go with you to the shoot? I feel out of place." Oops how could I be so reckless to utter the words out loud. He would now have a field day about it.

"I thought you would at least be kind enough to extend same courtesy to me as I did for you."

"Well you did not have to bare men swoon on my feet seeking a little bit of me all the time they come closer to me. I have to bear that romance and dance and playing coy and much more in the name of acting. "I was now irritated and did not care what I uttered after all it was all true. That Fakri girl his heroine never waited for the director's instruction to lay her hands on him. It always appeared as if she was caressing him this way or the other. I don't like her.

"You are jealous?" his voice broke my free flowing thoughts and his smirk told me he was enjoying my situation.

"Not jealous but just I don't like it." I told him as simple as that.

"I cannot change that and you need to get used to it. They are an act Biwi but you are real. Now let us go."

Real my foot they looked more real to me and I am certain they felt more real too.

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Chapter 123

RK remained to himself for the short drive to the location. He was finding it hard to keep his thoughts to himself. His closeness with Madhu had not only stirred Madhu but had left RK in Soup equally hot. He desperately wanted to explore her entire being, but he was not inclined to break the fragile trust that Madhu had come to place on him. Madhu's cozy and velvety warmth had literally engulfed him. The smell that surrounded Madhu was not supported by artificial perfumery instead it was earthy and heady. He took a deep breath and turned away look outside.

Madhu's POV

Now what did I do to get such a response from him. I did not utter a single word. I even tried to find logic to the deep breath that RK had taken and then turned to look outside the window. Within no time we were there on the shooting location, I was now no more in his close proximity possibly I could get hold of some of my nerves.

RK was busy with his scenes and I just sat there doing nothing. Mrs habib was not present today. Jivesh was not his usual peppy self.

"Yeh is jivesh ko kya ho gaya hai Bittuji? He looks so far away today."

"The director is taking too many retakes on him."

"I thought that was normal Bittuji."

"No bhabhiji it does take more than one take for every one but not these many some how Jivesh and our director don't get along well. He is in this movie because of chief. Chief likes him a lot.

"hmm" she nodded. "You know sometimes I feel like I am in a film making course and I am awed at all that goes into it, right from technology to art to human emotions to facades, from black money to underworld to terror attacks. God knows what not. No wonder it is called an industry. To me it is like world within world, it is mesmerizing. She was going on and on and Bittuji looked at her with a smile on his face.

"Kya hua? Did I say something funny?"

"Bhabhi Ji most of the people take the film industry as lightly as they can. It is rarely given its share of recognition as an industry."

"But then that is so with most of the job. They are never given their due. Even we in police rarely get our dues. What is visible is the uniform, the corruption and of course the power associated with it. Seldom do people understand that there is more to it that what meets the eye."

"Badi badi batein discuss kar rahein hain bittuji. Seems like you are eyeing the position of PM Bittuji." Said RK sarcastically sitting next to Madhu.

"Kya chief aap bhi. Wo to yun hi bas Bhabhi ji se dil ki baat keh liya."

"Dil ki baat? You have a heart bittuji?" he again asked full of sarcasm

"RK!!!" Madhu literally groaned impatiently. "Can we please get over what ever has happened between both of you."

"My shot is called for Biwi." RK said and left without replying to Madhu's question.

"Bittuji your chief is a but head." I said pausing at every word. I was going to put some sense in to his head even if I had to smack it. Oh no I did not want witness what was coming forth.

"Why is he taking of his shirt Bittuji ?"

"Bhabhiji actually this scene is about the heroine coming in the room when he has just come out from the shower and ..."

"Oh No he is wrapped only in a towel." I whispered to Bittuji frustrated at the mere thought of this heroine who would be able to touch him all over in the name of the scene. I had only let out a soft gasp but he heard it and winked at me wickedly.

"I am going to the park Bittuji." I held up my chin in defiance. I was not going to let him enjoy this torturous and painful fire burning me. Not in this life time. I left for the park once again to go look for the turtles yes the same old turtles which I had once wanted to take along with me and RK had totally agreed to it but I had avoided the temptation that day. I decided I would be taking one home today. I did not have friends anyways atleast would get one to whom I would be able to talk all my heart out and he won't judge me for that.

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I sat on the park bench for quite some time to be precise for a couple of hours. Grey stone Mansion (please refer to chapter seventy eight of the second thread and it would give you some connection.) appeared the same as it had a couple of days ago but I had changed. I had got rid of the vengeance that made me what I was though I did retain a lot of myself but still a lot of agony, pain, and desire had left me. I did feel light in a way but something else had taken over. I was acutely aware of RK now and more so aware of his job and its entitlements and its perks and I did not like them. I was totally unable to understand how a woman could be happily married to an actor who would romance other girls every day even if it was fake. I was feeling down really down and wanted to go back to India any ways my job here was done. I took a deep breath I knew the road ahead was difficult. I knew RK was fond of Ashima Fakiri his lead in a very platonic way. There was nothing between them but why was I so disturbed by all of this. It appeared my heart had a mind of its own and free of my past it wanted a future. The only problem was that while in past my heart was sure of what it wanted and how to get it, now it was just so confused.

"God I love you" I said out softly but loud enough for someone next to me to hear it.

"I wish I was God." RK said and I was startled again.

"Back to your Hobby Biwi? We need to make a move I only have 1 hr and we are meeting someone." He pulled me up force fully and dragged me along. our car with Mangesh and a chauffer was waiting for us on the exit. He pushed me further.

"You literally threw me inside this bloody thing called car." Oops I was though trained to use shitty language but had never done so in the presence of civilized people.

"What ever has you so consumed Biwi.? He asked looking surprised.

I wanted to throw it back to him because I knew he was aware of what was consuming me but for the sake of our sanity I refrained from talking about our forced wedding. Why was I so upset today oh and yes his super expensive jacket was doing nothing to stop his body heat from reaching to me. In fact I felt thoroughly seared inside out by the time we reached where ever we had to. He got out of the car and dragged me out too.

"Stop pulling and pushing me around RK. If you ask properly I would still do your bidding." I said it with more volume than was necessary. I saw Bittuji coming out of this big building with, a huge park and a huge parking space. I came back to my own self. I looked around to find where I was. It did not take long for me to see I was at Emory school of Medicine and cancer research. Something caught in my throat and all of my anguish vanished. An anxiety took over me. I had a gut instinct which told me that this did not have anything to do with the charitable side of Mr Kundra. It was going to be personal. My feat felt cold. Iknew it very well it involved me. RK had actually brought me to USA for some kind of a treatment he believed that I had some real mess going within me.

"Chief, Doctors Sarin and Doctor Pearlman are waiting for you we are through with all the formalities." Said Bittuji, RK was engrossed with the file that bittuji had just handed. I took this opportunity to try to sneak away as quietly as I could. Infact I had stopped breathing I had moved to the farther end of our standing car and turned to my right. I was about to sprint away from them. I was scared to death and running away was the only solution that came to my mind but all that I met with was a solid wall called RK. when did he sneak to my right?

"we are going in Madhu." He said fixing me with a glare that meant business and it meant business right now.

"Breathe!" He ordered. "You will do your self more harm with this kind of anxiety." And he dragged me along with him to the doctor's personal chamber. Out of no where a woman in her middle ages dressed in a green scrub came and greeted us with fake but a professional grin.

"Mr Kundra?"

"yes" Replied RK curtly

"Doctor Pearlman is expecting you he will be here shortly. I need Mrs Kundra to change."

"Give us 2 minutes exact." Said RK earnestly. I was having difficulty breathing. The nurse this time gave me a grim but sympathic smile and left. I would rather have her fake smile than sympathy.

"Biwi I don't know if you can understand this but you are not well. In the course of past two and a half months since our marriage you have passed out thrice, you have landed once on the verge of a reversible coma. It is not some normal fever that you have. It actually is the impact of ignoring and neglecting your health as long as you have. This may scare you for now but it is for your good and if you can believe then it is best for some entangled with you. Now go change." He forced me to turn around and I had no option but to leave.

"I like that tattoo on you know where." He called from behind. I was mortified I had a tattoo on the upper part of my breast. It was done by one of Trishna's friend. She had just finished her some course in tattoo art and who's who back in India were flocking to her these days for their tattoos. I just could not recollect the time when he could have seen it. A dress had to be cut obscenely low at neck to show a glimpse of that fire spitting dragon sitting coiled in my heart. I was Feeling a weird sensation building up in my stomach and my heart beat as fast as it could. Somehow I forgot the stress due to this visit for the time being. He did know when to say what. And he could be charming in his own obnoxious way.

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We were on our way back to grey stone mansion and while it was a big relief that I was not suffering from cancer but yet I was not courting good news either. I was suffering from nephropathy though not in advanced stage but yet not that preliminary either. What ever that meant was way beyond my comprehension after all I was not so well versed with medical mumbo jumbo. Anyways to me if it was not AIDS or cancer then I thought I had very good chances of survival. Kidney damage was not something that I took so seriously yet. They said that it had happened because of my mismanaged diabetes. I wish I could tell them that my entire life was utterly mismanaged no I am not saying in terms of the events that have unfolded in my life time and again. I am saying about my emotional sorry state. That has been also changing its position as frequently as does a seconds needle. Anyways I was enrolled for this C-peptide research going on which somehow reversed nephropathy in early stages.

"So they are going to make me a guinea pig" I spoke shifting in my place."

"Yes technically speaking." RK did irritate me with his indifferent approach.

"Might as well dissect me later on. That would give them a better idea of everything."

"we can make them aware of your generous proposition." RK continued in a business like tone. " No doubt they might learn a thing or two."

I was now seething with rage. I was not used to this indifference what was wrong with him. He was talking as if I was some animal who could be slaughtered without any consequence.

"I am not going to be used as a guinea pig and I mean..." I was not even able to complete my sentence as he had literally pounced at me and had now pinned me to the door which I was hoping was locked for if it opened we both would be out of the car on the road and the speeding cars behind us would crush us in seconds. His body was again partially onto me to control me. He held both my hand to his chest. I was feeling scared actually and did not want him to see it so I looked away. He cupped my lower jaw roughly and said

"Look Biwi I am quite done with all your tantrums about your medical condition. You are rotting away slowly but steadily. If you don't do something about it then be rest assured that you would spend at least last 12-18 months of your life in a hospital being pricked with needles endlessly in every which part of your body. Your blood being filtered through a machine weekly at first then every 2-3 day and then every other till you are attached to that machine that you saw today in the hospital." He stopped to take a breath I saw him this enraged for the first time. It was raw anger. I mean he had not been this angry even when I had hit him and he had threatened me. I was taken aback. I knew then that what he said was no joke and felt a jolt of tremor course through my spine. "You are free to choose your course of action Madhu. I am no one to decide whether you want to live? Or how you want to live. I must not be dictating it." He pulled himself up and released me. I could see he was more resigned now and had completely surrendered to the idea of me being dead sick. The look on his face was gut wrenching. I recalled when he had told me at the dinosaur park that he loved me. I had not seen it then but today it was more than obvious all the day through. I had not taken him seriously, I mean I thought it was all the huge load of stress that was making him think the way he was. But I felt what I saw now was real. Even before I could second guess my thought he had camouflaged his softer self into same old arrogant Rishabh. Could he really hide from me anymore? Could I not see his interiors? Yes interiors, he has a gorgeous exterior and a huge and facade that blocks the entrance to his heart but can I really not get in? More over the question was not if I got in or not he already was in my heart and had become a full time resident. I was still having my reservations when he had shed his and accepted to me just last week in that dinosaur park of all the places that he loved me. He had also accepted that he should have said it with a diamond it being women's best friend and all. Did I not realize that he was hmy uncut unpolished diamond? I did then what was really holding me?

"Bhabhi ji would you like to go home or stay here till the shoot to finish." Asked Bittuji. She was nudged back in the present and the present was lonely for They had arrived at Greystone and RK had already left her to her self. The car still smelled of his cologne or rather perfume. It was odd that RK did use some kind of an atar as his perfume. Not something from the counter of Neiman Marcus though he had tons of those.

"Bhabhi JI." Bittuji again called. He was getting restless.

"I will stay here." I said and got out of the car. His perfume still lingered on my thoughts. It was very unusual. I did not understand why she could feel his fragrance around her. It was like the first shower on a parched ground. I could feel him gripping her hand on his chest. I could feel his heart pulsating even now. It was beating fast and furious, his proximity this time was not intoxicating in fact it was liberating. I had wanted him to embrace me. It is not as if he had never touched me, he had actually been quite close to me many times but never did it leave me feeling empty. I thought I loved him and hoped my feelings towards him were not something akin to Stockholm Syndrome. I don't know why I wanted to cling onto those sad reasons which led to our proximity. I could not get over the RK that had thrown me down on to his huge master bed and tried to violate me. He had told me that he wished we had not met the way we did. I so wish the same only if we had not met the way we did. Just then my phone buzzed.

"Hallo." I said lost in my own world.

"Madhu we have sent you the exit papers through post to the address that you gave us in Beverly hills." Said Smith.

"Thanks a lot. I don't know if you are the right person to ask this but since the mission is done do I have to leave Asap or I can stay. My husband is shooting here I just don't want any unnecessary immigration issues cropping up because of my ignorance."

"I am not the right person to ask this." He laughed gently.

"But I will send your question to the right person and will find the answer as well as a solution, meanwhile do not sign the exit papers and don't send them to us."

"Thanks" I murmured and disconnected the call. That was a huge shift in attitude. When I had met Smith and others just a few days ago they considered me as a burden on their huge shoulders now were ready to find a way so that I could stay a longer in their country. Well I guess we have to earn our reputation, though it had not been so difficult for me. I was sitting in the park bench. It was getting cold outside though the sun was quite bright. I tried to wrap myself in my stole closer and his fragrance wrapped me yet again. Oh he had rubbed his perfume onto me in our little feisty interlude in the car. I felt warmth creep into me and weird kind of joy engulfed my being. I knew I was smiling from ear to ear. I was feeling blissfully happy about something I just had to find out about what.