Ab toh Gaale Lago Mere Hero (A Salman Khan Fic)

This is a total experiment on my part...so far I've writing fics with characters existing within television shows..so this is a first..the characters are all mine...including Salman Khan's because obviously the personality I give him and whatever he says and does in this fic is may not actually be what he does in real life...I am his total die-hard fan so I thought I would write a story with him in it..I've never met him nor I know him personally so whatever happens within the fic is obviously fiction...I will however use events that have actually happen and use them within the fic. Anyways please comment on what you think...good/bad response is welcomed..I will continue this fic regardless because I'm really excited!

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Ab toh Gaale Lago Mere Hero (A Salman Khan Fic)

Chapter 1

She was running'but she could hear their footsteps'it was raining and she kept on running'her clothes were torn and she had bruises over her body'if someone saw her they would think that she was raped'but she wasn't'and thank god for that'as she ran all she could think about was her mother...her mother had tried to keep her away from this life but who knew that her past would come after her after so many years. Her father had worked for Dawood Ibrahim in the early years of the don's life. He was his right hand man but then he fell in love her mother, she had told him to leave the life of crime behind otherwise she would leave him'he wanted to leave but he knew too much and before he could he was killed. Dawood had felt necessary to beat to pulp by himself and then he took her mother into his custody, she would be his prize, his memorabilia of this event'she would be his symbol reminding all his men the price of leaving. Her mother was treated worse than servant at his mansion, she was beaten everyday made to dance in front of him and much more that her mother wouldn't share with her. Her mother tried to kill herself and end the life of suffering she was living, but they wouldn't let her'they always reached in time and saved her. She was losing her mind, she had lost concept of time as they depraved her of sleep and kept her awake by blaring loud music in her room, sometimes they wouldn't feed her or they would feed her stale food.

After her mother found out she was pregnant, she decided that she had to run away or had to die trying because she would not bring a child into this hell. When she was asked to dance for them at one occasion, she had managed to lace their drinks'she remembered how her mother smiled when she talked about taking down the Dawood army in his Juhu penthouse. After mindlessly roaming the streets she had met Mehnaz bi'a salon owner. Mehnaz bi had taken her mother in without asking any questions, she wasn't the richest woman in monetary comparison but she had a rich heart'her mother had told her everything that had happened'Mehnaz bi had told her mother to leave the city and never return because Dawood's hands were longer than those of the law and if she was to be found and her and her child would be killed. Her mother had cried in Mehnaz bi's arms asking her what to do'Mehnaz bi consoled her mother and gave her shelter for the night'the next morning when her mother awoke in front of her was a bag filled with some clothes a small tiffen with food and a train ticket to Calcutta'Mehnaz bi explained to her that she had made arrangements for her to reach Calcutta and then from their she her brother would board her onto a ship that was taking passengers to Dubai'it would be a long journey and it would be dangerous but it would be safer than staying in India as Dawood and his men wouldn't spend so much time or labor to find her. Her mother agreed, and set of on a journey that would help her see a future.

It started raining, she kept on running she couldn't stop or they would kill her'she couldn't stop because if they got to her they could get to her mother and she couldn't let that happen'not now not ever'her mother had been right she shouldn't have come to India in the first place'she never knew that they had kept tabs on her family and were waiting to take revenge on their mother. She saw a bus stop and she hid behind it. Her breaths slowly got to normal'her heart that was thumping slowly calmed down. She sat down behind the bus stand'there was mud all around her and the rain continued but it didn't matter. Tears began to stream down her face, but she wiped them before they fell. She had always been a strong girl she couldn't give up now. 1 month ago she had found out the truth about her past that was here in India. Her mother had told her everything about her father, his profession and what happened. She wanted to come to India to meet Mehnaz bi, the woman who had been their savior. They had gotten the information that Mehnaz bi was counting her last breaths so she had come to meet her and thank her for whatever she had done that night. But when she had reached 3 days ago Mehnaz bi had passed'and she was only been able to make it to her funeral. At the funeral they had seen her, and figured out who she was and since then she had been hiding'she had nothing with her'they had ransacked her hotel room and taken everything. She couldn't even go back to Dubai, because they were following her and she would inevitably lead them to her mother. She came back into reality when she heard voices screaming her name, mocking her, daring her to come face them'the voices became louder'she soon realized that she would have to cut short her resting time'and she got up and ran'before she knew it she was in a crowded place'she took a sigh of relief. Perhaps she would lose them for a little while, she looked around people were running around all over the place, there were bright lights and people shouting and when she saw the cameras'it made sense to her now'she was on a film set.

She dodged people moving props and got pushed by the spot boys as they made their way around the set. She decided first that she would need to blend in, and so she first began to search for the wardrobe trailer'she slowly sneeked in'there were a lot of clothes'some of them were a little skimpy'perhaps for a song, there were some colorful saris'but that would be a risk'after shuffling through about 20 or so odd clothes she found some ripped jeans and a white top that she quickly changed into. When she got out of the trailer'she could see the goons'they were frantically searching for her'she began to run'the ended up near the parking lot of the shoot but they came after her'she had no time to think and in a moment of fear she hid behind a white car'she crouched down as much as she could'she once again heard some voices'her physical demeanor continued to descend as she tried to make herself smaller'but she soon realized that the voices weren't of the goons as she tried to make out the conversation all that came to her was that the person was an actor that was in the parking lot'coincidentally she was hiding behind his car and when he opened the lock she hid inside the back seat. The white car was a BMW'so there was lots of space and the actor was driving so he didn't realize that someone had hopped on a ride.

He was tired. He was tired of it all...whenever people met him they always told him how lucky he was to be loved by millions and to be such a big star. But if someone were to ask him he would never wish his life on anyone. Everyday was a new battle, a battle to smile and show the world that everything was ok and the battle to just wake up in the morning and will himself to think positive about the day and then repeat everything the next day and the day after. It wasn't as if he wasn't grateful of all that was given to him, he owed all his success to his fans who had stuck with him through it all whether it were bad movies or court cases but sometimes it was a little to much to handle. Today had been one of those days that from the get go had been bad..when he was reaching a shoot there was a female fan who wanted to get a little too close...which was unacceptable and so already his mood was off and then on set he couldn't get his lines and he wasn't feeling it...everyone understood that no much was going to accomplished today...he did sometimes feel guilty but he was a moody actor if there was something going on in his mind he couldn't give his best at the set. When they weren't getting anywhere they decided to pack up for the day and try again tomorrow...it wouldn't cause to many problems in the schedule and the heroine hasn't come to the sets today so there wouldn't be any complains either.

He decided he wanted to drive...he wasn't interested in going home...he wanted to be alone...he decided he would to his property in Maad...no one would disturb him there and maybe he could catch up on his painting that he was working on for about a week... painting he had realized long ago was his outlet and when he felt lonely or sad his only companion. He reached his property and drove inside the guard at the gate greeted him "Namaste Salman saheb" Salman acknowledged him and continued inside...he got out of his car and he went inside the small farmhouse...he wasn't aware of it but someone had followed him inside.