In the age of instant communication, speaking and writing words without a thought to consequence, is the norm. The old adage, think before you speak, is just that, an archaic concept that the younger generation rarely heed. RK is especially known for his swiftly spoken, often careless words, his penchant for making light of serious topics and cracking inappropriate jokes; it is part of the unique charm that makes up his DNA. Nonetheless, even he must learn that just like every action has a reaction, words spoken and written also have consequences.
Jealousy is the name of the green eyed monster that has possessed RK. His eyes burn in fiery, rage, he clenches his jaw and curls his fingers into a tight fist around a glass of whiskey. RK frowns ferociously, fuming as he watches his biwi dance gaily with a hot, new actor, Ranbir Kapoor, whom everyone is now hailing as the next Superstar. For what seems to be the umpteenth time that night, he reprimands himself for joking with Madhu that he will be attending their friend's birthday party with his new co-star, Alia. He has always gotten a kick out of making his biwi jealous. Her flushed face, her glittering, furious eyes when she shows her claws in anger, is endearing and sexy.
But RK's attempt to make Madhu jealous, backfired; it blew up on his face. Instead of giving him the third degree, she magnanimously gave him permission to escort the young woman as a date. Since it goes against his grain of salt to admit that he is wrong and even more so, joking, he let it slide and did not correct his biwi's misconception. Not putting too much stock in Madhu's reaction, RK arrives at the party with his co-star.
He was mingling with his friends, introducing Alia to everyone when his gaze was drawn to the other end of the room and the sight of Madhu in another man's arms, nearly caused him to have a heart failure. Dressed in a crimson red, knee-length, chiffon dress, her regal, alluring presence captured everyone's attention. She is like a rare, exotic flower in a garden of gardenia, drawing everyone's attention with her unique combination of demure, yet sexy elegance.
RK downs the liquid content in the glass he was holding and reflects that his biwi is one of the most beautiful woman he has ever encountered. It seems so does every Tom, Dick and Harry at the party tonight. He glares at Madhu, laughing happily with her dancing partner, and decides that he has had enough. It's time to show that rooster and all the other roosters within 10 feet radius that the chick is his.
He slams the glass in his hand down on the bar and stalks on to the dance floor. RK grabs Kapoor's shoulders in a tight like vice and pulls him away from his biwi. RK bares his teeth, smiling dangerously at Kapoor as he speaks with barely unleashed violence, "The lady is already taken. She's my wife. Don't you dare ever touch her or even come near her again." He bits off, "Do you understand me?"
Madhu gasps in surprise as Kapoor just shrugs his shoulders and smiles sardonically. He pushes RK's hands off his shoulders and charms Madhu with a bright, toothy smile and a slight bow, before he walks off. Annoyed at RK's brutish behavior, she glares at him and tries to follow suit and walk away. But he grabs her wrist and twirls her into his arms, locking her in his embrace. She opens her mouth to rebuke him but no words escape her lips as he forces her to dance to the fast and furious salsa beat, controlling her every move like a master puppeteer. He keeps twirling and twisting her as the song reaches a crescendo, leaving her no choice but to concentrate on the intricate steps that he is demanding with the pressure from his hands on her hips.
As the music came to an end, RK bends Madhu, his face looming above hers, in their signature pose. Furious at his highhanded tactics, she pushes him away and grounds out, "I have had enough of your high-handed tactics Mr. Rishabh Kundra I am leaving and don't you dare follow me." She swiftly walks off, leaving RK momentarily dazed. He shakes his head, to clear his mind and stalks after Madhu, calling out to her several times, "Biwi...Biwi...Biwi!"
Ignoring him, she runs into the lounge area of the ladies restroom, her face flushed from both anger and exertion. She looks around and notes the room is empty, glad to have to privacy she so badly needs to regain her composure. In an outburst, so unlike her, Madhu utters several explosive epithets against RK. She elicits a startled cry of surprise, hearing RK's voice, laced with amusement, "You surprise me biwi. I never knew you could utter such colorful words."
Madhu turns around and glares at RK lounging against the door, and she snaps "Clearly Pati, a man who doesn't know how to read shouldn't complain too much about a woman's profane language especially when he is the reason behind it. What are you doing in here RK? Didn't you see the clearly feminine form in front of the door along with the big, fat Ladies Restroom' on the door?"
RK straightens, he turns around shuts the door, the unmistakable click, indicating the door has been locked. He turns around and smirks at his gaping biwi, "So we are not interrupted biwi." Madhu marches up to him and grabs his collar, "What the hell are you doing RK? First you bring another girl as a date, then you have the nerve to embarrass me on the dance floor and now that I want some privacy to calm down, but you had to go and ruin that as well?"
With renewed fury, he grabs Madhu's shoulders and give her a good shakes, "What am I doing? WHAT WERE YOU DOING? You had the nerve to come to the party with that bloody, wannabe Kapoor and then dance with him all evening, even though ME, YOUR SUPERSTAR PATI IS STILL AROUND?" Enraged, Madhu pushes at him and shouts, "You have some bloody nerve Mr. Rishabh Kundra, or should I call you Mr. Hypocrite? Just this morning you told me that instead of taking me, your biwi, to the party, you will be taking your new co-star, Dalia, Talia." RK correct, "Alia. Her name is Alia." Madhu glares and continues, "Whatever the hell her name is. And you thought, like a prim and proper desi wife, I would stay home twiddle my thumb and twirl dupatta, in the hopes the new chick doesn't snatch away my husband."
RK again grabs her shoulders and turns and crowds her against the wall as he snarls, "So your solution was to invite that dog, Kapoor, to be your date? You pretty much gave him the signal that you were ready for taking. I am sure the ass was planning ways to snatch you away from me and get you into his bed. NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME! He is lucky that he is still breathing for even talking to you, let alone touching you."
Madhu angrily challenges, "So what if I was encouraging him? What is it to you? You were doing the same thing with that new co-star of yours." RK looms over Madhu, his hard eyes boring into hers as he whispers furiously, "Madhubala Rishabh Kundra, you are my biwi. Only I have the right to talk to you, to touch you and even hurt you but anyone else, especially any man, if he so much as breathes on you, I WILL KILL HIM! You are ONLY mine and I am ONLY yours. Don't you EVER forget that!"
He slams his lips on to hers. He bites on her lower lip, demanding it to part and give access to his tongue. RK slants his mouth over Madhu's again and again, both panting and moaning in their built up passion. Finally breaking free from the kiss, he trails hot, wet kisses down her neck as her head lolls back in silent acquiescence, giving him full access. She sinks her fingers into his thick hair and arches up as RK kisses the exposed area of her cleavage. Madhu reaches down and unbuckles his belt and opens the button to his pants as RK reaches down and grabs a fistful of the hemline of her dress. Impatiently, he pushes her hands away and frees his engorged member from his underwear. RK nearly rips the underwear off Madhu and he lifts her legs up and silently demands that she wraps them around his hips. She wound her arms around his neck as RK guides himself into her tight sheath. In a frenzy, he slams into her again and again, his arms braced against the wall for support. They moan each other's names and their love for each other as their passion reach a crescendo and they fall apart in each other's arms.
After a few minutes, as their racing hearts return back to a normal pace, RK lifts his head from the crook of Madhu's neck and half-smiles at the sight of her in total disarray. He thinks, satisfied, that she looks like she has been branded, like she has been thoroughly made love to. Still lodged deep inside her, he sighs silently, reluctant to pull out. However, knowing the perilous location of their quick bout of passion and the high chance of discovery at being found in an awkward situation, he pulls out, gently dropping Madhu's legs back on the floor.
Madhu opens her eyes, her startled gaze on RK pulling up his underwear. She looks down at her state of total dishabille and she laughs loudly. Count on her Pati to make love to her in a public restroom while they were still in the midst of an argument. She quietens down and notices RK's eyes trained on her, his lips upturned in an amused smile. She looks down, slightly embarrassed, and fixes her appearance.
As she finishes righting her appearance, RK gently grabs her chin and pulls her face up to look at him. He leans down and places a gentle, feather light kiss on her lips. He caresses Madhu's cheeks and speaks softly, "I am sorry that I hurt your feelings today by saying that I would take Alia with me, though I intended for it to be a joke. Never thought that you would quietly accept it and I just didn't know how to proceed and tell you that I was kidding. I realize that the only reason you came tonight with the wannabe RK is to teach me a lesson. It hurts to even think about one's spouse thinking about replacing you, let alone to hear about it then to see it. I realize that I joke a lot and I tend to forget that some things shouldn't be joked about because they are far too important, like our love. Next time I make that mistake biwi, please kick me in the ass. It's far better than to get a cold response from you or to even the think of you being with another man, even if it is for just one evening. You are mine and I am yours, nothing else matters at the end. I love you Madhubala Rishabh Kundra and nothing is going to ever change the love I have for you."
Madhu leans up and kisses his chin and then places her head on RK' shoulders. She speaks softly, "You are one of the most difficult man I have ever encountered. Complicated, mercurial but still I understand you far better than you will ever know. There are times you make me cry, then you make me want to scream and there are times that I just want to kill you, but none of it matters when you are the reason for my happiness, the sole reason for my existence. So I love you too Rishabh Kundra even when I want to kill you."
They remain quiet for a moment, enjoying the serenity of being in each other's embrace. Reflecting on their current situation, RK chuckles with amusement. Madhu lifts her head up and asks curiously, "What's so funny RK?" RK's shoulders shake with mirth as his chuckle turns into an uproarious laughter. Madhu eyes him dubiously, waiting for him to stop laughing and then tell her the source of his amusement. RK quiets down though his eyes are still crinkled with amusement, "Biwi we must made love in a public restroom and I am willing to bet my entire fortune that the guests are speculating on our sudden disappearance." Madhu panics, "Oh God! I hope not! They don't need to figure out that what we have been doing in here and turn our private lives into a spectacle."
RK muses thoughtfully, "Well biwi...it's strange that no one knocked on the door to demand we unlock the door so they can enter. That can only mean one thing, Madhu. They know we are in here." He teases, "And you can be quite loud in vocalizing your pleasure my jungli billli. Therefore, anyone wanting to use the restroom would know what was going on in here just by our noisy lovemaking." Madhu's cheeks flame in embarrassment, "It's mortifying! You are sneaking us out of her Mr. Rishabh Kundra! You got us into this mess, now figure out a way to get us out of it." RK shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, "Let them think what they want biwi." RK chuckles again, "Maybe once our sexcapade story spreads, we won't get much competition. Let them know undoubtedly, mera ishq sirf tere liye aur tera ishq sirf mere liye."
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