the diary of rishabh kundra : i want to dance the eternal dance of souls with you my wife
(hey guys this is my attempt at creative writing. i am going to write down what i feel after the analysis of rishabh kudnra and his fiery relationship with equally fiery biwi aka madhubala. please forgive me if something is offensive or over the top. im just essaying my own analysis of the adorable character of rishabh ...
i am going to make rishabh the narrator and write this in first person.)
i am rishabh kundra. a man who is basically a child mutilated in childhood. i love dmy father oh so so much and i loved my mother as i loved no one else. i assumed my father and mother were teh be all and end all for each other, like true hindu couples who are united in marriage for not just this birth but for coming many births. i believed in sacrosanctity of marriage, the unshakeable faith and loyalty which makes two people united forever and not just in this physical world!
but my childhood got twisted and wasted byt he bitter shick dealt to me by fate and my worse my own mother!!
my dad died, as if the betrayal of fate was not enough, my mother betrayed me close on its heels by marrying another man. even before had the time to recollect myself from the betrayal of fate which was inevitable ... the very source of solace i had ... betrayed me.
all my ideals came crashing down. no women are not the epitomes of love and loyalty as i had assumed in my childlike innocence. women are capable of deception. marriage is not a sacrosanc bond which unites two souls for ever , but it is bond which can be replaced as and when one likes for ones own worldy pleasures.
i started hating women, women in whom we men seek solace, love and comfort. they look lovely and soft but are anything like it. i convnced myself throughly of this truth so that no woman in my coming life coudl hurt me ever ever again.
OR SO I THOUGHT.
i was going about my life as a successful rishabh kudnra, who was happy fulfillign his empty heart with the wine of success and gormet of arrogance. i had successfully managed to convince myself that i am happy and content with the life i was living. but deep down i knew i was in denial. my heart was always beseached with unsurmountable hunger ... hunger for love and belonging ... of belonging to someon and that someone ompletely belonging to me! i was keeping ym raw desire of possessing that someone, my soulmate, completely , passionately and so completely that she can never go away from me or betray me like my mother did to my father.
but hell who am i fooling, such woman who would belong completely and be so virtuous as to love only me forever, just dsnt exist. so to hell with them.
OR SO I THOUGHT.
then one day tearing the crowd apart came a beautiful tigress, ferocious, raging ... challenging ... whom?? wait ?? who me? ME????? MEE ?????????????/
how dare she, being a lowly woman, the lowest of all creations , how dare she mock me, challenge me.and that too for a keeda like mukund. and even worse what is this tug in my heart that i feel ?! wait it is not a tug , it is a fire , a ferocious hunger ... I WANT HER.
i was mesmerised with her beauty, her love for her family and her love for that vermin mukund.
how could a lowly keeda like mukund have somethign so precious which obviously RK deserves. i will not let him have her ... as she belongs to me.
i will not rest untill she comes to me, by hook or by crook. she is the one i desire for as my soul mate, my eternal life sharer, my concept of ever after ...
of course i am not a fool to let her see my side and my desire for her, and of course before she can ever hope to enter my world, she has to be crushed and then remodelled again. so that she never leaves me.
things were going well ... she was fire i was volcano. at time si thought i had almost succeded in taming her ... she was mellow and almost withdrawn and resigned to her fate ... but then today with the coffee mug, she was again there showing me the very thing which provokes me, not in hatered but in desire ... her attitude.
she thought i was angery for she had drunk my coffee from my cup , no my beloved, everything i have and everything i am ... is yours, i am dying inwardly a hundred deaths to let them be yours if only you coudl convicne me, u wud be mine forever in return.
and now ur saying the magic words ... " that you will show me what being a wife really is " ... come on my love, u think i dont want that? by all means be my wife and show me what being a wife really means , becuase i am dying to show you ...what being a husband really means.
i am yours and you are mine ... forever , that is what teh sacrosanct bond of marriage means. regardless of the sham marriage i had with you, i am yours for eternity becuase our bond had been solemnised even before we were even born.
hence the more you challenge me ... the worse my desire , the more you taunt me ... the worse my hunger ... the more you try to distance urself from me ...
the worse my need to embrace you for eternity!!!!
in coming few days i plan to give you a kiss, which will be much mroe than a kiss, it will be a reckoning for you, of my passion and my burning desire,to embrace you tightly in my arms and never let you go, to possess you as mine and only mine forever, to kis you , caress you and love you till i loose myself totally in ur bliss ... to merge with you in such a way that you can never escape from me as our beings would be one ... WHEN TWO SOULS ENTWINE IN EACH OTHER SO MUCH IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO SEPARATE THEM INTO TWO ... to dance with you an ETERNAL DANCE OF SOULS FOR EVER MY LOVE.
MY LOVE,MY WIFE ...MADHUBALA RISHABH KUNDRA.
YOURS FOREVER.
Advocate Anjali Awasthi
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