The woman without a last name had wiped clean the slate of her dark past. The world would finally accept her the way she had always wanted to be identified: without a creator, without a destroyer, no lover, no hater. The world was as indifferent to her as she had been to the world. Yet, in the sea of randomness, a constant stood in her way. Somebody was not indifferent. She had cultivated a relationship of hate with the Mumbaikar.
Madhubala was determined to move past this obstacle the only way she knew how: throw money at the problem. She compensated RK immensely so that, atleast for now, he would not come after her.
But, would RK comply? He finally had the finances needed to support his long time dream of becoming a filmmaker. Still, revenge was brewing in his head. He swallowed the last bits of his already crushed pride and flew down to Mumbai to test his luck. His resentment and hence, Madhu's problem was thrown on the backburner for the time being.
As the fickle bitch called fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time in the dragon's den itself: Mumbai. One humid day in Wankhede Stadium, Madhu was sipping on her favourite soft drink when she spotted a familiar body take a seat beside her. There he was, an expression of confidence hidden behind the wide frame of his aviators, Rishabh Kundra was delighted to face his muse again.
"Miss Madhubala, been a while".
He extended a hand in her direction and she responded with a hug. He was surprised by her warm welcome. Then again, the woman was not herself during sports events.
"Did you buy a cricket team as well?"
He tried to spark a conversation.
"No, not my thing. I barely understand what's going on. Now I know what you must have felt sitting through all my football matches".
He did not know if to laugh at the joke or take offense to her statement. RK finally decided on a neutral face.
"How have you been doing?", she inquired.
"Wonderful. I would never refuse money even if it was pity that made you made offer it".
"I did not pity you. I was... I was afraid you'd fire back".
"Rest assured, I am not fixated on you".
Deep down, he knew she deserved happiness. He knew he was wrong but, she was not right either. He was not certain of his promises but, he could not afford to refuse peace offering from a rich woman.
"There is a reason I came here. I", she poured him a drink, as if preparing him for a shocking revelation. "I am pregnant with your child".
The glass slipped out of his hands and hit the floor. She sat down beside RK, waiting for him to respond.
"I want to keep the baby. Now, you don't have to be a part of it. I don't want to shame you into anything. I just... I know that I want this. If you could, I would like for you to see your child. But, I have no demands, it is your decision".
"What?"
Rishabh was shell shocked. He was stuttering, trying to convey his thoughts. He had to change all his opinions of her. She was not the woman in his head. She had many layers, too many for him to peel. This was consuming all his energy; he packed up and left before she could ask for a reply.
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
