ROSID FF: THE CELEBRITY (by ArchanaVinod) - Page 5

Originally posted by: Archana_Vinod

Awesome 👏

Originally posted by: banuprasa

By the way one of the gift is book of our FF, SS & OS. Book means not getting printed being huge. We are going to make CD.

I am currently making my 25FF which is half done.

I want your confirmation to go include your SS in it.

Originally posted by: Archana_Vinod

Really!!?? That's super awesome!!!!👏👏

Yes, thank you so much dear!!! Please go ahead! Would love it! 😃Sad that the long one is still not complete.

Originally posted by: Archana_Vinod

I'm yet to read your FF's Banu! Want to read them sometime soon. Are you on FB by the way?

THE CELEBRITY - PART 11

An original story by Archana Vinod

THE BHARADWAJ LIVING ROOM - PAST 2 AM

The floor which was previously grimed with Siddhant's muck is now spotless clean! Roli is drenched in her own sweat as she swabs the floor for one last time. She finally sits back and heaves a sigh of relief. That was hard work! Really hard work! Cleaning up stuff like this is no joke! She discards the cleaning cloth as she glances over at her husband. He is obviously still out cold and snoring like a wild boar. A jumble of mixed emotions rushes through her. She's confused. She has no clue how she feels. Is she angry? Sad? Hurt? Tired? Sleepy? Ashamed? Maybe more tired than anything else.

Siddhant's stained shirt grabs her attention. I can't let him sleep like that; maybe I should at least change it. She decides to get a clean shirt from their room upstairs.

IN PREMAR'S ROOM - AT THE SAME TIME

Prem and Simar are fast asleep. Just then -

BWAAAH! BWAAAHHH BWAAAHAHHHRRR!

Prem wakes up with a start. What the--? What was that? Simar wakes up too. They listen closely. Again -

BWAAAHHHRRR! Followed by a sob...

Prem and Simar hastily jump out of bed and rush out of their room and find Roli still awake in the living room, sobbing to herself. Siddhant on the other hand, shudders once again as if in a violent nightmare. Beside him is a fresh pile of vomit. Prem and Simar hurry downstairs to Roli's side.

Simar gets herself beside a sobbing Roli and hugs her. "Roli, shush, just calm down," she says quietly.

"I just finished cleaning now Didi," sobs Roli, "look what he did!"

Prem sighs at the plight of his big brother. He is sure going to have a tough time trying to explain himself to the family. Then, Prem notices the clean shirt which Roli is clutching.

"Roli, do one thing. I'll try to get him on the sofa. And we'll just help him change."

"No Jeeju, let it be," cries Roli, "I'm fed up. I'm""

"Roli," interrupts Simar, "don't talk like that. Everything will be fine."

Roli slowly pushes Simar away and retreats into her own shell. She sits on the floor, pulls her knees to her chest and buries her face on them. "Please," she sniffles, "I want to be alone. You two can leave."

Prem and Simar exchange pitiful glances with each other and then slowly leave Roli and Siddhant to themselves.

THE BHARADWAJ LIVING ROOM - THE NEXT DAY

A new day has dawned on the Bharadwajians. But it seems quite glum. It's a Sunday and the house is buzzing with activity as the ladies of the house get on with their daily chores. Mataji and Mausiji are in the living room now watching daily soaps. Once in a while, they take a quick look at Siddhant, who is now on the couch wearing the clean shirt which Roli got from upstairs. How did he get there? Roli couldn't have managed to get him on the couch?

Mataji looks very upset. She is very sad that Siddhant came home in this state last night. She watches Roli from the corner of her eyes as she goes around with her chores. There are dark circles around Roli's eyes and she looks very tired. Mausiji notices Mataji's worried expression and follows her gaze. "What are you thinking Jeeji?" she asks quietly.

"Roli," she murmurs after a long pause, "the poor girl was awake the whole night taking care of Siddhant. And still she's awake. I'm amazed at how she picks herself up and gets going with life."

"Ai, samajhne waale baat hai Jeeji, she is Simar's sister. What else do you expect? Both of them are like... you know... the rough and tough tapes'."

Mataji looks away blankly at the TV. She's not really watching the show, but just stares blankly at it, just to keep calm.

Just then, a familiar but unwelcome voice echoes in the living room. "Good morning Mataji! Mausiji! Kya haal hai?"

They turn around to see their most unwanted guest, Mrs. Sharma, a constant pain in the neck. Mataji frowns. Her eyes dart frantically. To Siddhant. And then to Mrs. Sharma. Why has this woman come here now? Now the entire neighbourhood will come to know about this. This is so embarrassing! Mataji looks away.

Mrs. Sharma comes in with a big smug smile on her face and suddenly notices Siddhant's limp body sprayed all over the couch. She claps a hand over her mouth in fake disbelief. "Hey Ram! What happened to him?"

"Are you blind? He's sleeping of course," snaps Mausiji.

"Sleeping... but like this? It looks like he's drunk."

"Mind what you say. Everyone knows that Siddhant doesn't drink," says Mausiji angrily.

"But everyone now knows that Siddhant does in fact, drink. Once in a while you should watch the news," says Mrs. Sharma with a conceited grin.

"What do you mean?" asks Mataji stunned.

"Ohhh! You didn't know? It's all over the news! Siddhant got drunk and had a brawl with some big director at a party!"

Mataji and Mausiji exchange nervous glances. Oh dear! This is so shameful! Could it be true? If it is, then they can never step out of their house again!!!

Just then, Siddhant gets up from the couch abruptly and sways on the spot. All eyes are on him now. What's going on? His eyes are half open but terribly blood shot. He looks around and staggers off to the kitchen, groping his way around.

Mataji and Mausiji get up from the couch and look at each other, confused.

IN THE KITCHEN

All the young ladies of the house are hard at work. Uma, Pari, Simar, Khushi and Roli. They wash dishes, chop vegetables, fry spices, roll out rotis...

Just then, Siddhant stumbles into the kitchen and looks around with blood shot eyes. He is dazed and can hardly stand straight. All the ladies watch him intently, especially Roli. What is he doing?

He gropes around the wall in a hurry and lays his hand on the fridge. He carelessly opens it and simply stands before it as he sways heavily on the spot, half of his body obscured by the door.

The ladies exchange confused glances. What the hell is going on? There is pin drop silence in the kitchen except for the sound of the boiling sabji on the stove and the unmistakable sound of water trickling down from a height. Or is it??

Intense humiliation dawns on Roli as she realizes what could be happening. "Siddhantji!!!" she cries out loudly, bounces to his side and tries to pull him off. "Siddhantji! What are you doing? Stop it! Now! Stop!"

"I can't, it won't," mumbles Siddhant in a drunken stupor.

"Just bloody stop it or I'll kill myself!" she screams in a fit of rage.

But there's no stopping once the dam is opened up. Roli is about to burst into a hysterical fit of tears. She has no idea what to do! She bangs her fists over her chest.

"Roli!" Simar cries out helplessly. She has been in all kind of situations. But how will she handle this one??!?

"What the bloody hell!" yells Pari with disgust. "This is an outrage!"

"Arrey! How will we use this fridge now?" quips in Uma.

"Someone switch off the fridge quickly! If the fridge gets wet then there's a high risk of short circuit," adds Khushi, happy that she got another golden chance to add fuel to the fire.

On hearing all this commotion, Mataji, Mausiji and Mrs. Sharma appear at the kitchen door

Roli falls down on her knees and starts sobbing just as Siddhant finishes up, slams the fridge shut and walks away unsteadily as if nothing happened.

"Hey Ram!" gasps Mrs. Sharma, "did he just...?"

Mataji, Mausiji and Simar hang their head in shame. Roli sobs on. The rest of the family comes running to the kitchen. "What's going on?" asks Shailu.

"Shailuji," says Pari strictly, "I need a new fridge now! NOW!"

"But what happened to our old fridge?" asks Shailu, puzzled.

"Ask your dear brother's wife Roli!" she snaps.

Then they notice it... the puddle in and around the fridge. The brothers and the rest of them stand near a sobbing Roli with no clue of what to do.

THE BHARADWAJ LIVING ROOM - LATE EVENING

The Bharadwajians sit around and watch the news. The highlight of the day is Siddhant's drunken fight at the party with Mehul. The visuals flash on the screen over and over again. Siddhant taking shots of rum, punching Mehul in the face, breaking his nose... The media are on a high after getting such a treat to spread around and they make a big balloon out of it onscreen.

Siddhant slowly comes around out of his drunken stupor. He groans as he opens his eyes. God! His head throbs like crazy! His neck and all his joints are stiff and painful! Ugh!!! His eyes are still red and teary. And then he sees it! His own face on the TV... Beating the shit out of Mehul. He quickly lifts his head up as he realizes what's going on! The media has released all visual on the news, and by now the entire world knows about it, not to mention his family!

One by one they all turn around and glare at him. Siddhant feels like something just dropped into his gut. He smiles sheepishly. Without a single word, one by one, they all get up and leave. And some of them like Pari, makes sure to bang her bedroom door extra loud just to send her message screaming into his ears.

Mataji looks away and leaves the living room followed by Mausiji. In the end, there's no one left other than Siddhant, Prem and Shailu. All the others have cleared out the living space just to show their disapproval of Siddhant's actions or just because of their helplessness. They have been clearly instructed by Mataji to give Siddhant the silent treatment. Of course, Prem and Shailu always love to break the rules.

"Well! Well! Well! Look who's here! Our dear little brother Siddhant has finally woken up from his slumber," remarks Shailu with an amused smile.

Siddhant slowly sits up, groaning in pain as he does. God! I'm hurting all over. I feel like I'm in my eighties already! "What happened last night? I don't remember a thing!"

Slowly, Siddhant is briefed about how he came home boozed with his arms over a naked woman's shoulder. "You mean Sanjana?" asks Siddhant stunned, "she wasn't naked when I saw her!"

"Well," says Shailu, "for the Bharadwajians, a short skirt is as good as being naked."

Just then, a hand holding a glass of cold buttermilk comes into Siddhant's view. It's Simar, with a very grim expression. "It's the best remedy for a hangover," she remarks crisply. Siddhant slowly takes the glass from her, puzzled and embarrassed. With that, Simar quickly walks away. Oh God! She looks like she's hopping mad!

"And then you vomited... like crazy!" adds Shailu.

Ohhh shit! Siddhant screws his eyes shut. This is the limit! This is far too embarrassing! "I-I'm sorry Bhaiyya," he mumbles, his head hanging in shame.

"Arrey! Why are you apologizing to me!" says Shailu amused, "You actually need to apologize to Roli! She's the one who cleaned up all your mess several times through the night. Poor thing has been awake all night. She looked so worn out today!"

Siddhant can't take it anymore! Oh God! She's going to kill me today! How am I going to explain this to her?

"Your clothes were soiled," adds Prem, "so she changed her shirt, all by herself. Bichara Roli, it wasn't easy for her since you weigh a ton."

It's then that Siddhant notices the clean shirt he's wearing. It's not what he was wearing last night. Damn! I'm sooo dead!!!

"And even worse," quips in Shailu, "this morning... you went to the kitchen thinking that it was the bathroom, opened the fridge and-"

Siddhant instantly claps Shailu's mouth shut! His eyes are bulging out in horror, shame, disbelief and guilt. "No... it can't be possible," he whispers in shock.

Shailu nods, his mouth still sealed shut with Siddhant's hand.

"He's not kidding Siddhant," interrupts Prem, "it did happen."

"What?" asks Siddhant, still shocked.

Shailu waves his little finger before Siddhant's eyes. No. It's not RoSid's beloved pinky finger gesture... rather an international gesture with just one possible meaning.

"No"" Siddhant jumps up from the couch and walks a few feet away. His head reels in shock and shame. "This can't be happening! Tell me you're just joking."

"No Siddhant," says Prem, "we're dead serious."

"In the fridge!!?????" screams Siddhant. "How is that bloody possible!!!?" He paces restlessly up and down with no clue of what to do. However, he knows one thing for sure. He wants to kill himself!

"Thanks to you, Pari has instructed me to get a new double door refrigerator. You know the ones that open like an actual door? Either Samsung or Whirlpool." says Shailu sadly.

"Double door?" asks Prem, confused. "Why double door?"

"Because," Shailu begins, "in case next time Siddhant commits the same mistake, at least one section will be safe from the tsunami. He's most likely to open just one door."

"Lekin Bhaiyya, there's a problem," says Prem, "you know, most of the doors in our house are double door, including the bathroom. So it is highly probable that Siddhant will open both doors."

"Aye!" Shailu slaps his forehead, "big problem now. I have to convince her for a normal one now."

"Will you stop it!" snaps Siddhant, "is this some kind of a joke? Double door, single door and all that nonsense! Can't you see that I'm dying here?!!"

"Just stop for a moment and think about Roli," says Shailu, "what about her?"

"Bhaiyya's right Siddhant, poor thing has had enough for a day."

"What do you mean? She knows that I ..." asks Siddhant suspiciously, all the while praying that Roli wasn't present when he committed the blunder.

"Actually she was. And she cleaned that up too," says Prem.

Siddhant collapses onto the couch feeling light headed. I just want to run away. I'll book my tickets and leave tonight to some God forsaken place.. I won't even inform anyone! How will I look at their faces now?

... TO BE CONTINUED

PRECAP:

THE TERRACE - LATER

Roli turns around to see Siddhant tiptoe up to her. She heaves angrily. Her eyes are moist already. She doesn't know what to do. Listen to his stupid excuses? She sure wants to slap him though!!

Siddhant holds his ears and stands in front of her like a belittled toddler. "Sorry yaar," he says quietly with unbearable shame.

This is it! I don't want to listen to his nonsense. Roli begins to stomp past him but he holds her back.

"Roli!"

"Let go off me!" she cries out loud.

"Just listen to me na, please?" he begs.

"What do you want me to listen to Siddhantji? About how you broke your promise and came home drunk with that sexy Sanjana? Or about how you threw up all around the living room?"

Will Siddhant survive Roli's volley of questions? See what happens in Part 12.