The soft glow from dozens of illuminated candles cast a dreamy spell all around. The luminescence from the crystal candlesticks shimmered like bright fairy lights, brightening up the surrounding. It set the perfect mood, RK thought, as he gazes across the table at his beautiful, alluring dinner companion. He booked a private dining room at By the Mekong at Palladium Hotel for two reasons. Number one being that he is a superstar. Dining in a public dining space is akin to walking into a lion's den, attracting the attention of his hungry fans. Number two reason, he will be afforded the privacy to romance his date without any excessive interference.
Casting a sly glance at her oval shaped face, he smiles slightly as she closes her doe like eyes and savored a bite of the deliciously sumptuous chocolate cake. His date, Madhubala Malik, is as beautiful as she is interesting. He just met her last night but already feels a kinship with her unlike he has ever felt before. The attraction between them is tangible; like being struck by a 1,000 volt electricity. RK chuckles mentally, their volatile attraction to each other was plenty in evidence last night as they ended up drunk and in his bed last night for a night of passion.
RK reflects, he has had his fair share of women but she is unlike anyone he has met. Along with the attraction, they also forged an instant bond with each other. Within seconds of meeting her, he knew that she felt trapped within the strict parameters her family and society in general has deemed appropriate for her; just like him.
He is a superstar for all of his adoring fans; a young, hot-blooded, virile man built to lethally kill the fairer sex with his dangerous charm. As his status dictates, he spends his limited free time hobnobbing with other celebrities; his social life revolving around bar hopping and late night parties. Most would find it surprising, RK believes, that he is actually a simple man and would much rather spend a quiet night home, reading a book rather than party like an animal.
The bad boy image that he portrays to the world in both on and off screen is nothing more than ingenious publicity, to keep him relevant. RK does not enjoy being excessively disrespectful and occasionally staging altercations but that is what the public expects and so he delivers. Night after night, he is seen with different women on his arms. Now RK silently admits, he is no saint and some has even warmed his bed. But they are all loud, flashy imitations and lately he can't even fake interest.
Last night, he thought he was going to expire; after years of putting up an act and excessive partying, he felt suffocated; the smoke filled room with the overly perfumed bodies meshed with sweat just made him nauseous. Then like a breath of fresh air, he encountered Madhubala. On surface, she seemed like all the other females in attendance. Heavy makeup, a dress that barely covered her body, she just screamed, f**k ME NOW! Yet even in his half inebriated state, RK recognized that she was unique and innocent, like a lamb in a den of wolves.
Smiling tenderly, he watches her enjoy the piece of cake like a chocoholic, RK continues to ponder about their destined introduction. He had felt an urge to protect her from all the dangerous elements that prevails in a night club. Hovering near her like a protective shield, he got to know her and allowed her to drink her fill. He understood her need to break free and be wild and carefree, and he wanted to give it to her albeit only in a circumstance that would not bring her any harm.
RK continues to stare at her intensely as she devoured the cake. They just met but he knows without a shadow of a doubt that he wants to share his life with her. She wants to break free from the chain that has caged her all her life and he wants some normalcy and stability. Though she wants the opposite things than him in life, Madhu is the yin to his yang. They fit together perfectly.
His ears perk up as the soft hum of Omi's "I Found Myself a Cheerleader" struck up. RK stands up and walks over to Madhu and asks for her hand with a gentlemanly bow. She graciously accepts his hand with a beatific smile and allows him to pull her up with a gentle, quiet strength. They sway gently with their bodies completely in attune with each other. Their eyes connect and RK smiles down at her, his heart in his eyes; he has found his own cheerleader.
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