PART 7
Rishabh flung the door open and turned his back to the door to open it for his hands were occupied by unconscious Madhubala. She was burning and her face was flushed with fever. He softly placed her on the bed and wiped sweat off her face. Effect of drugs. He went back to close and bolt the door and then sat on the sofa nearby trying to think...of what could be possibly done now. Veer and Nakul had returned back to their rooms after Rishabh texted them that everything was fine and they needn't worry. There was no doubt in the fact that he was scared and terrified and that he was in that situation because his friends had called him, but he was never the sort of guy who would blame the others for minutessimal problems of his life. The pub wasn't a place to stay for a night but they had no option but to stay because of the torrential rains. He threw himself back on the sofa and fixed his gaze on the roof. The clock ticks were sounding irritating to his ears and he wanted them to stop. Plethora of thoughts clouded his mind. Should he leave her alone and return home? Should he take her with him back to his place somehow avoiding the rains? Rishabh clicked his tongue. He sighed and then turned to gaze at Madhubala. She was sleeping but breathing heavily. Rishabh moved his eyes away and went into some vague thoughts. Madhubala advancing towards him in the bar, then pulling him towards her own self. The crowd saw Madhubala seducing a common guy but only he knew what he saw. Madhubala wasn't seducing him, her eyes were the direct image of her heart, he felt her nerves relaxing when she touched him. When people thought Madhubala came closer to kiss him, he felt her moist eyes touching his cheeks and then breath blowing through his body. For a moment, his world got lost in that feel and touch. Her porcelain skin rubbing through his body, that creamy touch of her skin as if it had been bathed in milk; everything about that bratty princess was drawing Rishabh closer to her. She had that little touch in her, for which Rishabh's heart had started to feel something. But he wasn't sure what was that actually, he never liked her...he hated her...from the very moment when she had called him and his father filthy. How dare she speak of Mohan Kundra like that, he was Rishabh's father; his idol; his God. Rishabh had a photograph of him placed near the idol of the Gods which he worshipped daily. And this young lady had called his God, a filthy guy. Rishabh slapped himself for his blunder of getting attracted to her, "Rishabh MOHAN Kundra..." RK blurted out to himself, "You're Mohan Kundra's son, and you forgot that? Thats why you let that girl come near you... even though she called dad filthy?" yelled his inner self... but Rishabh... he was not in his senses. This girl was driving him insane. He looked at the beauty sleeping on the bed. She seemed in pain. He saw her moving in her sleep state a couple of time. The sweat beads, which he had dried off a couple of minutes ago, appeared again. Her hands moved through the blanket, clutching it and then twitching in that bed. He gazed at her for a few minutes, thinking the twitching would stop and she will become still...but that didn't happen. Rishabh sighed and thought, "Why..." He got up and went near her. She was shivering when he touched her. He suddenly grew concerned for her. She was burning with fever. He touched her forehead and cheeks. She was not well... he thought for his plan of action for a while. Suddenly, he re-called something. He took out his handkerchief from his pocket and went and brought in some water from the wash-basin. Dipping it into water, Rishabh placed the wet handkerchief on her forehead to bring down the temperature.
An hour later, he felt her again... she was normal. Her fever had gone down a bit and she was breathing normally. Rishabh relaxed and turned to get up when he realized, Madhubala had clutched his torn shirt from the point where it was still intact. Rishabh clenched his teeth in helplessness. "Not again..." he sighed. He had been away from girls in his entire life, never had a girl friend or any friend who was a girl but Madhubala had broken all his disciplines and he couldn't do anything but accept his state. And now, she was holding his shirt which was torn down till his abs and in absence of a vest, her fingers tickled on them. He tried to remove his shirt so that he could leave it with Madhubala and sit aside but somehow, he couldn't manage it without waking her up. "What the!!" he finally gave up and sat on the bed beside her.
Sometime later, Madhubala tried to turn sides but since she was unconsciously holding Rishabh's shirt, Rishabh was forced to move along with her. She turned herself to the other side of the bed and Rishabh followed and seated himself beside her on the bed. Her hold on him had gone tighter than ever. Rishabh was feeling so awkward, spending a night with a girl who happened to be a Superstar as well was enough adventure for a studious IIT-ian. She had already broken all his morals and was now trying to get closer to him...
Early morning before sunrise,
Rishabh was WIDE awake. His state was something he couldn't have cursed upon anyone else...well it was that awkward for him. What happened was that Madhubala had entangled her right leg in Rishabh's thighs and shifted her weight on his chest. Her tangled hair lay scattered on Rishabh's bare chest and her fingers still held his torn t-shirt. Rishabh had his hands raised up straight and holding the curtain-rod so that not even in the slightest mistake, he would have touched her body. His eyes were closed and he rubbed his teeth in helplessness. The night before that, she had seduced him in front of everyone and now she was doing the same, within the four walls of the room.
Some minutes later...
They lay entangled in each other. "Why did he ever leave me..." Rishabh got confused. What was this princess upto now. He removed the strands of hair hiding her face with his hands. When his palm touched her cheeks, a sort of jolt set across his body. He removed his hands quickly. "are you okay Madhubala?" he asked thinking she was awake... but she wasn't. "You know...I got his baby within me when he left me...when I wasn't even an adult...and he left me and our unborn child like that. Don't you know..." she murmured and tears formed in her eyes, "The abortion...it was so painful..." Rishabh was STUNNED beyond imagination. What was she just blabbering? He caressed her cheeks instinctively... doing the way his heart and mind instructed him. "Nobody came to know that I got pregnant apart from Deepali di... But I had to go in all alone..." she moaned in her sleep. Rishabh stood motionless...she was just revealing her secrets. "Everybody left me..." She revealed. "But please... tum mat jaana..." she clutched him closer. "Kabhi mat jaana" she asserted her request. Rishabh gulped. He took a deep breath and with a firm determination, he pushed Madhubala's hand away from his shirt and got up. She squeaked in pain. "I said DON'T GO!!" She cried. She moved her hands on the bed groping for Rishabh. Rishabh was shocked. He decided to not leave until she was fully awake. He held out his hands and as soon as she touched them, she pulled him with all her might and hugged him tight. "Never ever go away from me... please..." She cried and sniffed and then finally slept off.
Next Morning 9:00 AM
Rishabh was sleeping on the bed while Madhubala still hugged him tightly. Wind wasn't calm. It was blowing frantically. Soon, it became strong enough to draw the curtains and sunlight entered the room. Piercing through her eyes, the light woke Madhubala up. She got up and stretched her hands when she realized on what kinda bed she was sleeping on. Her hands still held his torn shirt while Rishabh slept peacefully. Madhubala's gaze fixed on his chest. His toned body was so perfect. She moved her fingers on them and smiled. The effect of drugs was still not gone. She rolled her eyes looking at how perfect his body was. Every bit of him was an example of God's perfection. She leaned towards him, her locks brushing through his skin... she just was lost in his touch. She inhaled air near his chest and closed her eyes in contentment. She bent closer to his chest when her tickle woke Rishabh up. He jumped up and shook his head. Madhubala still looked at him and smiled. Her hands were still clutching his torn t-shirt and that made Rishabh very uncomfortable. "I am sorry Madhubala, I didn't realize you got up..." murmured Rishabh and turned to get down from the bed. "It does not matter..." Madhubala blurted out in broken bits and pieces in lieu of her alcoholism. "ji...?" Rishabh was startled at her reply. He stretched to close his bare chest with the torn portions of his shirt when she held his hands, "don't" she said and she dragged her weight closer to him. Rishabh moved back instinctively.
Rishabh: Miss Madhubala!
Madhubala: sirf...Madhubala!...
Rishabh: you're not okay...
Madhubala: because of you...
Rishabh: me??
Madhubala: you can easily make a girl fall short of words...and you just made ME, Superstar Madhubala...dumbstruck!!
Rishabh: what are you saying...?
Madhubala: dil ki awaaz...
Rishabh (puzzled): dekhiye...aap...
Madhubala: aap nahi...tum
Rishabh: dekhiye... I mean dekho (thinking she would retreat if she heard 'tum') tum...please take care of yourself! I'll arrange lemon juice for you...
Madhubala: I wanna stay in this intoxication... (she pulled him by his neck)
Rishabh: Madhubala!
Madhubala: phir bolo...na...please...achcha lagta hai...
Rishabh was in a complete mess. As soon as she pulled him, he turned his face away so that he is not in her proximity. He felt her lips touching his ears and cheeks and Rishabh sat there helpless... Poor guy!
Madhubala:tum pehle ho...who doesn't find me sexy...you know that...
Rishabh: ahdd.gsfd...
Madhubala: I'll tell you what sexy means...
Rishabh was damn scared now, he turned to remove her clutch but she was stronger that he'd thought. Moreover, he didn't use his masculine power as he thought it would hurt her delicate bones and soft body. Madhubala climbed up on his thighs and lifted his face up to meet his face. "Please... Madhubala..." he pleaded...but Madhubala was insane... She ripped open his shirt and Rishabh closed his eyes in embarrassment. His hormones were giving in... and it was so normal... how long could a guy and his hormones resist... that too in his age...and in front of a girl who was a Superstar...and how hard he may have denied, she was definitely sexy and hot. He tried to pull her away one more time. But she held his hand mid-way and kissed his cheeks wildly. "You're amazing..." Madhubala claimed. Rishabh's eyes popped wide open when he heard that. He moved his face away once more, "Don't do that...Alien..." muttered Madhubala seductively. Rishabh gulped.
Finally, he gave in fighting with his hormonal rush and pulled her closer to him. Madhubala readily gave in and they both twisted and turned on the bed...in broad daylight...
3 hours later...
Madhubala had fainted and she slept on the bed. Rishabh was awake...sitting on the floor near the door...his legs folded up and his hands hugging his knees. He was so guilty...for losing his sanity. His hand rested on the cap of his knees and his eyes were tears. He wore his torn shirt. Quietly, he stared at the sunlight peering through the window curtains...
IIT Bombay Boys' Hostel
The boys' hostel was gushing with the fact that Rishabh wasn't present. It was a surprise for all the boys and for the Hostel Warden. He was a stout man with a short stature, chubby cheeks, bulging tummy and a geeky fashion sense. He hobbled around the hostel yelling at the boys and asking them to keep silence. He wore a pair of spectacles on his nose and carried 2 mobile phones in his hand at all times.
"Where is Rishabh??" yelled Batuk Patel, the warden of the Boys' Hostel. "Bittu Ji... He's gone back home..." answered Nakul. Yes! He was called Bittuji fondly by the boys and by the Professors of the Institute. He was not convinced and decided to call Rishabh. After 7 consecutive calls, Rishabh picked up the phone.
Batuk: Are you mad! Rishabh!! Kahaan ho! And why aren't you picking up my phone...
Rishabh: I lost...
Batuk (confused): kya hua Rishabh! Tell me clearly...
Rishabh: I failed my dad Bittuji...
Batuk (realizing he was sad): calm down... can you meet me??
Rishabh: no...
Batuk: I am there 24X7...call me whenever you feel fine...
Rishabh: hmm...
Sorry for the later update, as I said...my college started and I am coping with it. Don't worry...will update again this Sunday itself, so do pour in your precious comments before that...
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