Chapter 1
A high pitched squeal occupied the air and it grew louder with every step he took. He became impatient to give a name to the voice. "Who is it?"
A lone voice responded in fear, "I was wrong. Please spare me".
What stood before him was a gruesome scene of a woman covered in blood smears begging for her life. RK, the cold blooded superstar, felt his conscience trying hard to come out. He took the girl into his arms and fled the scene in hurry. Bittuji, RK's trusted assistant, was left alone to face the media, like always.
RK took her into his home, arranged for medical assistance and even came to check up on her twice a day, until she had the strength to talk again. She woke up to the sight of a handsome Rishabh Kundra caressing her cheek. She immediately rose up, startled from his touch. The mystery girl stared at RK in an effort to comprehend the situation. Oblivious of her background, RK tried conversing in a few different languages until finally reverting back to Hindi.
"Tum mere ghar mein ho, ajeeb aurat. The RK mansion, Mumbai, India, Asia, Earth, the Milky Way Galaxy. Hindi mein baat kar raha hoon. Kuch samajh mein aaya?"
She gave a blank look that made an already upset RK reach his tipping point. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "What language do you understand?"
"I. I. understand Hindi. No speak. English...so,so. R.r.r..russian, Marathi", she made two kissing birds with her hands to sign okay.
RK couldn't help but smile. She had somehow done the job his entourage of twenty idiots had not been able to do in years, calm him down.
"Get dressed into something colourful", he pointed at her dull hospital gown, "We'll talk downstairs. Seema help her".
She was downstairs, waiting at the dinner table, within a span on minutes. He was amused at how much strength she had gained since the day they first met. He did not know if she liked him, he did not know anything about her. Still, he somehow figured out, she no longer perceived him as a threat.
He made a bold attempt at breaking the ice, "What's your name?"
"Madhubala"
"Madhubala, ahaan. I like it".
"How did I get here? Big scary man no kill you?"
"I am clearly alive", he was ready to get back into his sarcastic tone when she gave him the grumpiest of looks. He put on a stern face, "Tumhen hindi samajh mein aati hai na, toh hum hindi mein baat karenge".
She signed okay with the kissing birds again. He was on the verge of melting from her innocence.
"Madhubala, I like you. You are going places", he left her alone to ponder over his words. He had hoped to see an infatuated fan girl but, it seemed as though his words were of no avail. She ate in peace, unaware of how much he wanted her attention.
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He came back to the dinner table to talk to his mistery girl. He knew her name and that she was either Marathi or Russian. Now, he needed to know who hurt her and how to make their life a living hell.
"Madhu, can I call you that?", he continued without hearing her answer, "Ofcourse, I saved you. You have to do as I wish".
She chose not respond to his arrogant comment. He continued, "Tum kahan se ho aur tumhari vaisi haalat kaise huyi".
Her hesitation became apparent. "C.c.Chocolate. I want chocolate please", she dodged his question and continued eating.
To be continued...
Edited by iiDona - 12 years ago
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