Chapter 1
Dare Touch My Solitude
The clock swayed back and forth, the ticking noise was the only sound that dared to disrupt the ear piercing silence. Bored out of his wits end, he sat there in the chair playing with a silver coin that spun harshly against the desk table. An elderly man sat directly across from him, looking even more annoyed. The wrinkles that stretched across his forehead scrunched closer together as the man tried to keep the minuscule drop of patience within him.
"I have made my decision regarding this case." the man sighed finally breaking. He eased back into his chair as he fixed the papers on the desk. A golden name plate rested at the edge of the desk, engraved in a darker gold, read the name "Judge Mehra"
Folding his hands, he looked straight ahead at the young man whose future rested in his hands. About in mid 20's, the dark haired man was not just any offender that was ordered into his chambers. The nonchalant face he wore irked the judge into a higher degree of sheer annoyance.
The coin kept spinning not paying any heed to the judges words. Another act of defiance.
"Mr. Rishabh Kundra, do you realize why you are here today?" Mehra asked raising his eyebrow. His hands now folded in his lap.
"RK. I am and will only be referred to as RK, nothing else. I have told you more than once now. And I was under the impression you wanted a few of my autographed head shots" RK said as he placed both his heads behind his head, meeting the judges eyes firmly. His face was still completely bare, no indication of any possible expression. Cold enough to kill.
Mehra looked at the file that was sitting on his desk and read aloud. "Mr. Rishabh Kundra we are here today for the case of State V. Kundra under the charges of being under the influence of recreational drugs, Marijuana," Mehra said looking up at RK who flashed a smirk in response, "while driving a vehicle. Mr. Kundra this is now your second offense involving DUI." The tone of Mehra's voice changed quickly from calm to anger in a flat second.
"Judge sab, I thought that we were able to work out a deal." Bittoji asked cautiously, "I had discussed with the District Attorney about the possibility of maybe striking a plea bargain?" Bittoji said hesitantly, weighing in each of the words as he looked back RK.
"A plea bargain for your Superstar here? A plea bargain so he can avoid more jail time and he can go back and continue to do nothing with his life until I find him back in my office in a couple more weeks?" Mehra's nostrils flared in hatred.
RK got up from his chair and walked to the other end of the room where a large dark rosewood bookcase took up nearly the entire length of the wall, his back turned to the judge. The case was filled completely with leather bound books. RK started to thumb through the titles. Mehra stared at RK for a few seconds; Bittoji was on the edge of his seat trying to study Mehra's face. He clutched hard on the two cell phones that he held.
Mehra looked back at Bittoji, "Sending this jackass to jail will do no good. Last time he was let off with a heavy civil fine and he was required to pay for the property he damaged and that was a mistake letting his ass think money can buy and fix everything. The superstardom has gone directly to his head and has taken over any actual humane thoughts. Thinking that no matter what, he will get off scot free. Disgusting! Most people in his position and status indulge their free time being good role models for others. But all you know Mr. Rishabh Kundra is abuse and how to cause mayhem. That's all you are worth." Bittoji looked over at RK. He could see RK's hands forming into tight gapped fists. His breaths became heavy as RK gritted his teeth.
"Judge sab, what exactly are you saying?" Bittoji interjected, trying in some manner to change the situation before anything remotely ugly could occur.
Mehra relaxed his face and brought up his folded hands close to his chin. "It is my decision to sentence Mr. Rishabh Kundra to 300 hours of community service with suspension of his driver's license till said 300 hours are fully completed and approved. He will have a time limit of completing community service of 40 days starting with Day 1 as of today. There is a list of approved local no profit organizations by my receptionist's desk and Mr. Bittoji, I will require every single record of when Mr. Rishabh Kundra will be scheduled to do the work and I need notice if there is any change in schedule. I will be making rounds without notice to make sure he is actually working. Any time if I find he is not there, he will be automatically arrested and will be facing jail time for the possibility of 1-2 years." Mehra looked up at RK; he made no attempt to hide the condescending scorn on his face. The judge didn't have to see RK's face to understand how deeply RK's blood was boiling.
"So Mr. Rishabh Kundra, consider this your last chance and I suggest that this time you act more wisely unless you prefer to join the list of the Superstars of the Yesteryears. The people of this planet were not put here for you to mock and ridicule. This case is adjourned till the commencement of 40 days. Now get out of my office." Mehra said as he got up.
RK slammed the bookcase causing it to shake. H turned his head and stared directly into Mehra's eyes. The rage on his face was still evident, his lips curved into a smirk, taunting the judge's verdict. Sliding his hands into his jeans pockets, RK whistled as he left the room, slamming the door behind him causing the judges framed diplomas to jolt.
Nodding in disapprovement, Bittoji looked back at the judge, his head was still hung low from embarrassment.
"Judge sab, is there any other way out? 40 days, 300 hours. Chief has 2 projects he is midway through." Bittoji asked as he hoped for a long shot at leniency.
Mehra chuckled, "Be grateful I was this nice Bittoji. You promised me last time that this sort of behavior would end. You and your damn chief should have though thought of your actor's career and future before he was driving around, doing drugs and causing havoc and anarchy! NOW Bittoji, before I lose my patience even further and decide to convict your actor right now, get out of my office."
"Sorry Judge sab. I will get the list and keep you informed. RK will complete the 300 hours."
"Sure" Mehra chided, "Tell your superstar that if I find him under the influence of alcohol or drugs I will arrest him on the spot! Now LEAVE." Mehra said as he started to rub his forehead.
"Yes Judge sab, and don't worry it won't come to that. Good day." Bittoji said as he shut the office door behind him.
Mehra started to leave his office, but was stopped by a shine. Looking at his desk, he saw the coin that RK was playing with. The lines on his forehead scrunched together hard as he kicked his chair.
Leaving the office, Bittoji heard a woman's laughter. Turning around he saw RK bent over talking to Mehra's receptionist. He was smiling as the woman tucked her hair behind her ear as she came closer to her desk. Completely infuriated at his point Bittoji walked over and pulled RK straight up. The receptionist moved back a little.
"Chief do you really feel like tempting your luck further?" Bittoji yelled as RK gave his manager the death stare, he moved in closer to Bittoji, "I am willing to tempt your luck right now." RK seethed as he moved over to the window. Bittoji shook his head and walked over to the desk.
As Bittoji was busy gathering the list of organizations, RK sulked, resting his shoulder as he looked out the window. They were on the 5th floor, surrounded by other tall buildings. Something caught his eye as RK looked down at the paved ground. Looking back at his busy manager, RK clicked his tongue and walked out of the sitting area towards the elevators.
Bittoji thanked the receptionist only to realize to late that RK was already gone. Sighing he walked out, "I don't get paid enough for this job." Waking out of the building Bittoji heard the sudden burst of thundering screaming. He ran out to see the a large crowd of woman surrounding RK, holding up papers, pens, and signs that had RK's face plastered on them.
Wearing his aviator sunglasses, RK smiled as he signed the numerous papers that were being shoved at him, taking pictures. Through the barricading crowd, Bittoji motioned for the driver to come quickly. The fans were relentlessly screaming RKs name. Bittoji started to push his way through the shoving mob of the insane shrieking fans finally making it to the center. Tugging on RK's sleeves, he yelled out "Chief! The car is here, let's go!" RK tossed an uninterested look at Bittoji but RK started walking. The crowd followed until finally RK's security guards came to start breaking up the masses.
Though the car stopped near the front door, it took Bittoji nearly 5 minutes to get RK to the car. The fans were not the biggest problem, but rather RK who insisted on looking at nearly every one of the pictures that was clicked of his. Somehow they finally managed to reach the car; the security guards were pushing the deranged fans back as RK opened the back seat. Placing one foot in, RK balanced his hand on the top rim of the car door, tossing flying kisses out the cluster of his admirers who in return screamed in n even more rambunctious fever.
"Chief! Chief!!" Bittoji screamed at RK, "Get in the car!" Bittoji sat down in the back seat, entering in from the other side of the vehicle. RK didn't look at him, but tossed a few more kisses to the crowd before finally sitting down himself. As soon as the car door slammed shut and RK's security guard sat down in the front seat with the driver, RK's face turned sour and bothered. He pulled out his phone and rested his feet upon the drivers' armrest.
Bittoji, busy on his phone as well, said, "Mangesh drive to JX Studios first instead. The director said that the shot will be ready by the time we come."
"No, I am going home." RK said moving his phone carelessly left and right, trying to make sure his fictional self could outrun the mutant apes in his game.
"Chief, you have 3 scenes scheduled for the remainder of the day. The crew is waiting." Bittoji pleaded.
"I said I am going home!" RK barked, "Mangesh! HOME!" His eyes were still fixed on his game, he bit down on his tongue as he tried to maneuver the character around.
"Chief, you have to work!"
"And you need to learn to shut up. What part did you not understand? HOME BITTOJI HOME!" RK screamed.
"Do you know how much money will be lost by losing a day?"
"Do you know how to outrun overgrown apes?" RK asked.
"Chief I am serious."
"So am I you fool. Let that useless director know, and cancel anything else for the day. I am done. This is the last time I am saying it, I am going home. If it's that hard to understand I don't have any problem replacing you with idiots that do." RK snarled.
Bittoji heaved a sigh, shaking his head to the driver.
Taking longer than usual, RK had started to lose his patience as his driver spent nearly an hour navigating through Mumbai traffic but finally ending up at the RK Mansion. The mansion had two wide doors covered with a gunmetal gray coating. The doors opened vastly into the living room. Upon first impression, the entire place was blanketed in a cold darkness that felt almost eerie, giving off an inhabitable hostility to whoever would dare to walk in. Walking in, the eyes would set directly a painting that hung on the wall that was in front of the main doors. The large painting was of Zeus, the Greek God of the Gods. The coloring of the portrait consisted of only black, white with the powerful Greek God holding his mighty lightning bolt with the utmost pride. Being positioned in such a manner, it was as if the Greek God controlled, commanded and dominated not just the living room, but every square inch of the household. Upon receiving his first paycheck, RK first bought that painting. Zeus was about authority, control, and power which RK found so provokingly appealing. There were no other paintings or photographs, all the other walls bare. Underneath the painting was a clear glass table filled with a variety of different vodkas, rums, tequilas, scotches along with a couple of glasses and a metal ice bucket. The curtains were all drawn to a close. In the middle of the room lay two jet black leather couches. A black rectangular coffee table lay as a barrier between the seats. There was no other furniture in the living room. A staircase was on the side, as the living room ended, leading to an even more isolated place. The only light that shone through the living room was of a faint kitchen light; it was nearly dinner time as the servants hurried to prepare the meal before the master of the house had even the slight chance to complain.
RK strutted into his home, with Bittoji running after him.
"Bittoji, by tomorrow I want you to figure out a solution this charity nonsense. I don't care how much it costs, who you have to pay, what you do, I want this problem fixed." RK said as he sat down on the couch.
"Chief, I can't pay anyone this time. There is no getting out of this. Judge Mehra said tha-"
"Judge Mehra can go straight to hell for all I care. That son of a @ deserves it!" RK shouted, standing up once again, "Did you hear the crap he said." RK fumed as the words left his mouth.
"Chief, try to calm down."
"Calm?? I am perfectly calm."RK hollered. He walked over to the narrow glass table where his alcohol was proudly displayed.
"Making a drink without even asking me?"
Both men turned to see a young woman standing on top of the staircase. Wearing a tight black mini skirt embellished with golden studs paired with a deep cut black halter top. Her back was completely bare matching her nearly exposed front. Her curled hair was black with faint traces of brown that fell down to her shoulders. Lifting an eyebrow, she started coming downstairs, her over garnished platform pumps creating loud thuds as she walked down the steps. Sipping the drink she held in her hand, the sliver bracelet she wore matched with the sliver toned 5 inches of heels that supported her already long legs. RK smirked as she continued to walk down, "Babe, you already started without me." RK opened the ice bucket and tossed a couple ice cubes in his glass of scotch.
"Doesn't mean I don't want another one." She responded as she gave RK a kiss on this cheek. The red of her lipstick smudged onto his rugged cheek as she wiped it away smugly. RK handed her the scotch and looked over to Bittoji.
"Where are your manners?" RK asked surprised, "Not even a hello Bittoji to my Dipali?"
Bittoji remained staring at Dipali who had her arm resting upon RK's shoulders. Taking a sip, Dipali gave Bittoji a teasing smile.
"Chief I am going to continue to look through the list and I have made some phone calls. I am going to call a meeting with Yumiko tomorrow and see what charities best fits with your reputation." Bittoji said ignoring the taunting gestures Dipali ridiculed.
"Whatever." RK sighed as he pushed Dipali's hand off his shoulder and walked back to the couch. Dipali brushed off the intended insult and sat down with him. Her dusky black eye shadow practically engulfing her eyes.
Bittoji looked at the two, trying to muster up enough courage "Chief, I think you should complete the 300 hours."
A dead silence swept the room. Bittoji pushed aside the sneers that escaped Dipali's mouth.
"And under what possible thought did you get that conclusion from?" RK bellowed as he stood up. He walked up to Bittoji slowly.
Bittoji drew in a breath and spoke up, "Chief, Judge Mehra challenged you. YOU of all people. RK! What's a better response than actually completely the charity work he is praying you fail at."
RK took a sip of his drink and smiled. He looked back at Dipali, "And you wanted me to get rid of his sorry ass." RK smirked as he looked back at Bittoji. Tilting his head to the side, RK said with a sly expression overcoming his face, "I like it!"
Realizing he was still holding his breath, Bittoji finally let go.
"Now go and get lost." RK said screaming once again.
Bittoji gave one last look at Dipali who was gesturing RK to sit down. Tired, Bittoji started to make his way out of the dreary building RK insisted was his home.
"Still think you should get rid of the moron." Dipali said rolling her eyes.
RK turned his head to hers. Mere inches apart, Dipali came in closer to his, tightening her arms around his, moving in closer. Turning his head back straight, RK finished off his drink in a swift swallow. "You are boring me now Dips. Leave."
Dipali stared in an almost awe for a moment, moving her hands off of him she came close to RK's ears, "You will miss me."
"Like I even care" RK said looking unbothered. He reached over to the coffee table and picked up the remote. Dipali got up, banging her glass on the table.
She started to walk back upstairs,
"Wrong way" RK said. Without looking up from the TV screen, he pointed to the front door. Dipali turned her heels, and started to walk out. Stopping at the front door, she turned back around.
"OUT Dips. Now" RK hollered turning the TV volume higher.
Fuming she walked out, shutting the doors, leaving RK alone in complete solitude.
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Edited by Forever_Komal - 11 years ago
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