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This ff is written as a tribute to the superstar of Indian television Shabbir Ahluwalia. He's a charming personality and I felt it was time something was written which had him starring as himself. This ff is a figment of my imagination it is not based on Michi or Shachi it is based on Shabbir. The rest of the set up is imaginery yes I have used Dancing Queen as the basis of the story but that is what it will remain a mere base nothing else. All feedback will be highly appreciated in the sense that it is not targeted on me not pairing him with any actress since I want the female protagonist to be an unknown entity. Hope this venture proves an adventure for me and for all the readers. Would specially like to thank Saima, Gauri, Aritha and Layla for being such wonderful people you guys make me go on and on.
Part 1.
"Not again!" Shabbir had groaned inwardly this was the second make up man that had deserted him for a hike in pay in another production house. "Now who does my make up?" he had asked the spot boy standing next to him hands on hips thick curls blowing in the cold breeze thoroughly miffed. "Sir they'll send someone along soon" the spot boy had assured him smiling he knew the ire was fake Shabbir could be anything but angry at the moment. The naughty glint in his coal black eyes and the smile that tugged at his full lips to be released gave him away. "They better before I do it myself and that won't be a good sight I tell you" he had chuckled beaming broadly "... on second thoughts to hell with the make up I'm fine as it is" he had grinned to Ramu the assistant on the sets rubbing a careless hand over his trimmed stubble as if assessing himself. "Do I need make up?" he had asked playfully punching the young spot boy's stomach as he fiddled with the script in hand. "Sir ji you'll look ravishing make up or not" Ramu had smiled and they had hi fived on that. Today was his second day at shoot for the reality show
Dancing Queens and already Shabbir had started making friends on the sets. He was that way good natured, fun loving and with a humorous bend of mind, he had managed to make himself a hit amidst the cast and crew almost immediately. Some he had worked with earlier the technicians Gopal and Siddhu had been assistants on one of his previous soap sets Kahin to Hoga to be precise. Moreover the fact that he would be the only male hosting the show with twenty young women to keep him company had him super charged his peers joked that he was a Sheikh in a harem. The assistant had handed him his script and Shabbir had gotten down to memorizing the lines this was his third reality show after Nach Baliye and Fear Factor second as a host. He loved his profession and enjoyed it to the hilt to him acting was a medium of expression and he believed in bringing a positive change in life. "Kero zyaada ka iraada" the slogan to Max New York Life Insurance, he had read it amused, well the world was selfish in this aspect people always are on the hunt for more. "Sir your clothes" another spot boy had come carrying his tuxedo the one he was supposed to wear for the opening shoot. "Stop calling me Sir yaar I'm not fifty" he had joked causing the tensed spot boy to relax and smile.
Taking the tux proferred by the spot boy he had tucked the roll of paper under his arm, he felt jittery he was supposed to perform a dance number and hoped he could pull it off since he had hurt one of his leg tendons playing cricket a few days before. He had rehearsed really well and the steps weren't very convoluted he was sure he could do it. It was an added relief that both the judges Hema ji and Jitender ji were supposed to enter after his act, he had smiled smugly at least he wouldn't be under their scrutinizing eyes tonight. He cheerfully started humming the lyrics of the song he was performing on that night "Bachna aye haseeno lo main aa gaya" he whistled then walking to his vanity van he slid open the door and switched on the lights gazing at himself admiringly in the mirror spanning the metal wall of the van. He placed the tux on the seat nearby screwing his pug nose at it "What is this am I serving drinks tonight!" he had shaken his head in dismay true he didn't really care for fashion but this was horrendous specially the white shirt with the black buttons down the front, they screamed waiter. "Crap!" he had smiled conjuring Anita's expression when she'd see him in this "Shabbir!" she'd scream "What the hell are you wearing?" she would chide him he was so sure of it. Stripping off his clothes he had quickly donned the pants and the shirt buttoning it swiftly, he still had to go over his lines once again "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Dancing Queen. Is show per eik nahin do nahin....." his lips had moved then reading the lines from the corner of his eye the roll of script weighed under the hair brush he clipped his sleeves close wearing the strip of black satin on his collar. Where the hell is that make up guy again he had thought irked now spraying some fresh water in his hair he had run his fingers through it. Making up his mind to leave for the shoot he had generously sprayed himself with One when he had heard a soft knock on the door. "Come in" he had shouted expecting Ramu to call him for the shot the door to the van had slid open and someone had stepped inside noiselessly. "Ramu how long to the shot?" he had questioned biting his lip in concentration rereading the script one last time.
"I actually don't know" had come a soft feminine voice from behind him he had turned sharp on his heel flummoxed. "Who are you?" he had narrowed his eyes the warmth in them replaced by fury he often had female fans thronging him on the sets and he despised being disturbed during work. "I asked who are you and what are you doing here?" his tone was dead serious now jaw set firmly countenance grim. "I'm the new make up artist" she had clarified her position her thumb exerting pressure on her make up kit. "You're the new make up artist!" he had exclaimed quite taken aback he usually had male make up experts this was the first time he had come in contact with a female that too so young. "Hmm" he had mused did it matter whatever gender he had to get ready and he wasn't one who put anyone to question. A thorough professional the reason he was so sought after for many projects by countless production houses but he chose his projects wisely. "Fine just get over with it" he had instructed her in a weary tone, he had had a long day at shooting earlier for his current on air soap Kayamath. The schedules were hectic and it was difficult juggling two shows but he had sufficient practice in this regard having done two movies earlier. He shivered recalling the time he had to can scenes for the soap in advance so that he could fly to Istanbul for his movie shoot. "If you're cold I can close the window" the girl had offered she probably had witnessed the tremor that had shaken his body ever so slightly. "It's ok" he had told her his eyes studying her minutely. She was hardly a beauty in his opinion dressed in a casual black tee shirt with a faded pair of jeans, she had a wheatish complexion straight jet black hair which appeared luscious gauging by their breadth gripped viciously in a tight ponytail. He further noticed she had regular features shapely lips, trimmed eyebrows and high cheek bones, her eyes though were the sole asset to her existence. They were a rich green like fresh dewy leaves in the summer wind complete with curled lashes that rimmed them. Right now they were bent low as she quietly displayed the items to be used dipping the sponge in a bowl of ice cold water she had blended the shades of the foundation. "Ok be light with this I don't wanna look like a ghost' I'm pretty fine with my natural skin tone" he had sighed. He loathed getting dolled up but it was part of the job "I'll make it look natural" she had promised smoothing the foundation on his skin, he in turn had leaned back against the head rest and closed his eyes. He was so dead tired he could go to sleep there and then.
Anjali's hands had worked expertly on his face she had tucked tissues around this neck and throat to avoid getting colour on the white of his shirt. She assessed his handsome face mutely he was a heart throb and it was a known fact, millions of women over the globe were willing to sell their souls to catch a glimpse of him and yet she, Anjali Mathur was standing inches away from him. She had sighed inwardly then taking in his cupid lips, blunt nose, full cheeks and heavy eyes he was masculinity at it's zenith. Just couldn't get better than this she had thought his tanned honey skin and sculpted body worked wonders with his persona highlighting his charm he exuded such raw magnetism that quite a few times she had been forced to keep her eyes glued to the screen.Finishing with the base she had brushed some loose powder on the length and breadth of his exposed skin and had carefully wiped off the excess highlighting his cheeks just a tad bit so that the effect was an overall natural tan that was quite reflective of his skin tone. "Done" she had said and he had snapped his eyes open pulling out the tissues from around his neck he had tilted his face dimensionally critically assessing her handiwork. "What did you do... looks like you hardly put anything" he had questioned her with inquisitive eyes. "Actually I used a base most similar to your skin texture and just blended it in so that it doesn't stand prominent" she had explained. "Will it run... I have to perform and That.. is hard work" he had emphasized causing her to smile. "It's water proof" she had replied "Bingo!" he had jumped from the seat in elation picking up his jacket he slid his arms in it putting it on and collecting his script had left the van humming a merry tune.
Anjali had quickly packed her stuff again she had to go check on the other participants and assist Mohit and Kunal in completing with their make up soon. Their's was quite a tough task with all the accessories and costumes to pin and tuck for the women it was an elephantine job, finishing with the packing she had exited the van closing the door shut behind her. She spotted Shabbir chatting to a few friends of his a short distance away. "Shabbir I want Sushi for dinner" Anita had quipped mischievously "And Chowmein for me" Ishita had laughed. "The channel has asked me to anchor not cater... besides you're both getting fat, we've got to keep the stage intact. So no dinner at all for you ladies" Shabbir had answered plainly making the girls squeal in agitation. "Who's fat huh... who's fat...." Ishita had checked both her sides trying to mock him. "The one standing in the middle of your left and right Ishita" Shabbir had clicked his tongue chiding her playfully "Next time wear you're glasses you'll still look forty... no change" he had grinned at her his eyes crinkling at the corners smile widening revealing his perfect set of teeth as Ishita had run after him. "Come here you buffoon, let me get my hands on you.... forty... Is that what you think I am!!!!" she chased him while Anita doubled over with laughter over their antics. Anjali had smiled trekking over the vast premise of the parking lot taking to the inner rooms where Kunal expected her to return any moment. She had reached the green room where the contestants sat ready, though it seemed far from over. Mohit stood fixing Meghna's hair grips she was wearing a deep bottle green dress with an arabian touch to it. She didn't get time to observe anyone else though as she was immediately asked to work with Mink's hair. Time flew by and after a back breaking hour all the ladies were ready to roll filing out of the room they had reached back stage where the shoot had already begun and Shabbir was dancing to his song. She had slumped on a nearby seat gorging herself with water she was extremely thirsty and hadn't realized that till now. "We get off at two I'll drop you home" Kunal had informed her checking the cotton wads they'd last this shoot he had thought stuffing them in the pack satisfied. Anjali had closed her eyes and had tilted her head back resting it against the plastered wall of the green room. This was life Anjali Mathur, the real one she had reminded herself, one where stars were humans and where survival was deemed essential. Deciding to doze off till she was called upon she had clutched her brown leather bag to her self and had settled in her seat a few winks would most definitely help her and in a few minutes she was fast asleep.
Part 2 page 4
Part 3 page 7
Part 4 page 11
Part 5 page 16
Part 6 page 20
Part 7 page 26
Part 8 page 31
Part 9 page 40
Part 10 page 44
Part 11 page 46
Part 12 page 50
Part 13 page 53
Part 14 page 55
Part 15 page 58
Part 16 page 61
Part 17 page 63
Part 18 page 64
Part 19 page 65
Part 20 page 67
Part 1.
"Not again!" Shabbir had groaned inwardly this was the second make up man that had deserted him for a hike in pay in another production house. "Now who does my make up?" he had asked the spot boy standing next to him hands on hips thick curls blowing in the cold breeze thoroughly miffed. "Sir they'll send someone along soon" the spot boy had assured him smiling he knew the ire was fake Shabbir could be anything but angry at the moment. The naughty glint in his coal black eyes and the smile that tugged at his full lips to be released gave him away. "They better before I do it myself and that won't be a good sight I tell you" he had chuckled beaming broadly "... on second thoughts to hell with the make up I'm fine as it is" he had grinned to Ramu the assistant on the sets rubbing a careless hand over his trimmed stubble as if assessing himself. "Do I need make up?" he had asked playfully punching the young spot boy's stomach as he fiddled with the script in hand. "Sir ji you'll look ravishing make up or not" Ramu had smiled and they had hi fived on that. Today was his second day at shoot for the reality show
Dancing Queens and already Shabbir had started making friends on the sets. He was that way good natured, fun loving and with a humorous bend of mind, he had managed to make himself a hit amidst the cast and crew almost immediately. Some he had worked with earlier the technicians Gopal and Siddhu had been assistants on one of his previous soap sets Kahin to Hoga to be precise. Moreover the fact that he would be the only male hosting the show with twenty young women to keep him company had him super charged his peers joked that he was a Sheikh in a harem. The assistant had handed him his script and Shabbir had gotten down to memorizing the lines this was his third reality show after Nach Baliye and Fear Factor second as a host. He loved his profession and enjoyed it to the hilt to him acting was a medium of expression and he believed in bringing a positive change in life. "Kero zyaada ka iraada" the slogan to Max New York Life Insurance, he had read it amused, well the world was selfish in this aspect people always are on the hunt for more. "Sir your clothes" another spot boy had come carrying his tuxedo the one he was supposed to wear for the opening shoot. "Stop calling me Sir yaar I'm not fifty" he had joked causing the tensed spot boy to relax and smile. Taking the tux proferred by the spot boy he had tucked the roll of paper under his arm, he felt jittery he was supposed to perform a dance number and hoped he could pull it off since he had hurt one of his leg tendons playing cricket a few days before. He had rehearsed really well and the steps weren't very convoluted he was sure he could do it. It was an added relief that both the judges Hema ji and Jitender ji were supposed to enter after his act, he had smiled smugly at least he wouldn't be under their scrutinizing eyes tonight. He cheerfully started humming the lyrics of the song he was performing on that night "Bachna aye haseeno lo main aa gaya" he whistled then walking to his vanity van he slid open the door and switched on the lights gazing at himself admiringly in the mirror spanning the metal wall of the van. He placed the tux on the seat nearby screwing his pug nose at it "What is this am I serving drinks tonight!" he had shaken his head in dismay true he didn't really care for fashion but this was horrendous specially the white shirt with the black buttons down the front, they screamed waiter. "Crap!" he had smiled conjuring Anita's expression when she'd see him in this "Shabbir!" she'd scream "What the hell are you wearing?" she would chide him he was so sure of it. Stripping off his clothes he had quickly donned the pants and the shirt buttoning it swiftly, he still had to go over his lines once again "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Dancing Queen. Is show per eik nahin do nahin....." his lips had moved then reading the lines from the corner of his eye the roll of script weighed under the hair brush he clipped his sleeves close wearing the strip of black satin on his collar. Where the hell is that make up guy again he had thought irked now spraying some fresh water in his hair he had run his fingers through it. Making up his mind to leave for the shoot he had generously sprayed himself with One when he had heard a soft knock on the door. "Come in" he had shouted expecting Ramu to call him for the shot the door to the van had slid open and someone had stepped inside noiselessly. "Ramu how long to the shot?" he had questioned biting his lip in concentration rereading the script one last time.
"I actually don't know" had come a soft feminine voice from behind him he had turned sharp on his heel flummoxed. "Who are you?" he had narrowed his eyes the warmth in them replaced by fury he often had female fans thronging him on the sets and he despised being disturbed during work. "I asked who are you and what are you doing here?" his tone was dead serious now jaw set firmly countenance grim. "I'm the new make up artist" she had clarified her position her thumb exerting pressure on her make up kit. "You're the new make up artist!" he had exclaimed quite taken aback he usually had male make up experts this was the first time he had come in contact with a female that too so young. "Hmm" he had mused did it matter whatever gender he had to get ready and he wasn't one who put anyone to question. A thorough professional the reason he was so sought after for many projects by countless production houses but he chose his projects wisely. "Fine just get over with it" he had instructed her in a weary tone, he had had a long day at shooting earlier for his current on air soap Kayamath. The schedules were hectic and it was difficult juggling two shows but he had sufficient practice in this regard having done two movies earlier. He shivered recalling the time he had to can scenes for the soap in advance so that he could fly to Istanbul for his movie shoot. "If you're cold I can close the window" the girl had offered she probably had witnessed the tremor that had shaken his body ever so slightly. "It's ok" he had told her his eyes studying her minutely. She was hardly a beauty in his opinion dressed in a casual black tee shirt with a faded pair of jeans, she had a wheatish complexion straight jet black hair which appeared luscious gauging by their breadth gripped viciously in a tight ponytail. He further noticed she had regular features shapely lips, trimmed eyebrows and high cheek bones, her eyes though were the sole asset to her existence. They were a rich green like fresh dewy leaves in the summer wind complete with curled lashes that rimmed them. Right now they were bent low as she quietly displayed the items to be used dipping the sponge in a bowl of ice cold water she had blended the shades of the foundation. "Ok be light with this I don't wanna look like a ghost' I'm pretty fine with my natural skin tone" he had sighed. He loathed getting dolled up but it was part of the job "I'll make it look natural" she had promised smoothing the foundation on his skin, he in turn had leaned back against the head rest and closed his eyes. He was so dead tired he could go to sleep there and then.
Anjali's hands had worked expertly on his face she had tucked tissues around this neck and throat to avoid getting colour on the white of his shirt. She assessed his handsome face mutely he was a heart throb and it was a known fact, millions of women over the globe were willing to sell their souls to catch a glimpse of him and yet she, Anjali Mathur was standing inches away from him. She had sighed inwardly then taking in his cupid lips, blunt nose, full cheeks and heavy eyes he was masculinity at it's zenith. Just couldn't get better than this she had thought his tanned honey skin and sculpted body worked wonders with his persona highlighting his charm he exuded such raw magnetism that quite a few times she had been forced to keep her eyes glued to the screen.Finishing with the base she had brushed some loose powder on the length and breadth of his exposed skin and had carefully wiped off the excess highlighting his cheeks just a tad bit so that the effect was an overall natural tan that was quite reflective of his skin tone. "Done" she had said and he had snapped his eyes open pulling out the tissues from around his neck he had tilted his face dimensionally critically assessing her handiwork. "What did you do... looks like you hardly put anything" he had questioned her with inquisitive eyes. "Actually I used a base most similar to your skin texture and just blended it in so that it doesn't stand prominent" she had explained. "Will it run... I have to perform and That.. is hard work" he had emphasized causing her to smile. "It's water proof" she had replied "Bingo!" he had jumped from the seat in elation picking up his jacket he slid his arms in it putting it on and collecting his script had left the van humming a merry tune.
Anjali had quickly packed her stuff again she had to go check on the other participants and assist Mohit and Kunal in completing with their make up soon. Their's was quite a tough task with all the accessories and costumes to pin and tuck for the women it was an elephantine job, finishing with the packing she had exited the van closing the door shut behind her. She spotted Shabbir chatting to a few friends of his a short distance away. "Shabbir I want Sushi for dinner" Anita had quipped mischievously "And Chowmein for me" Ishita had laughed. "The channel has asked me to anchor not cater... besides you're both getting fat, we've got to keep the stage intact. So no dinner at all for you ladies" Shabbir had answered plainly making the girls squeal in agitation. "Who's fat huh... who's fat...." Ishita had checked both her sides trying to mock him. "The one standing in the middle of your left and right Ishita" Shabbir had clicked his tongue chiding her playfully "Next time wear you're glasses you'll still look forty... no change" he had grinned at her his eyes crinkling at the corners smile widening revealing his perfect set of teeth as Ishita had run after him. "Come here you buffoon, let me get my hands on you.... forty... Is that what you think I am!!!!" she chased him while Anita doubled over with laughter over their antics. Anjali had smiled trekking over the vast premise of the parking lot taking to the inner rooms where Kunal expected her to return any moment. She had reached the green room where the contestants sat ready, though it seemed far from over. Mohit stood fixing Meghna's hair grips she was wearing a deep bottle green dress with an arabian touch to it. She didn't get time to observe anyone else though as she was immediately asked to work with Mink's hair. Time flew by and after a back breaking hour all the ladies were ready to roll filing out of the room they had reached back stage where the shoot had already begun and Shabbir was dancing to his song. She had slumped on a nearby seat gorging herself with water she was extremely thirsty and hadn't realized that till now. "We get off at two I'll drop you home" Kunal had informed her checking the cotton wads they'd last this shoot he had thought stuffing them in the pack satisfied. Anjali had closed her eyes and had tilted her head back resting it against the plastered wall of the green room. This was life Anjali Mathur, the real one she had reminded herself, one where stars were humans and where survival was deemed essential. Deciding to doze off till she was called upon she had clutched her brown leather bag to her self and had settled in her seat a few winks would most definitely help her and in a few minutes she was fast asleep.
Part 2 page 4
Part 3 page 7
Part 4 page 11
Part 5 page 16
Part 6 page 20
Part 7 page 26
Part 8 page 31
Part 9 page 40
Part 10 page 44
Part 11 page 46
Part 12 page 50
Part 13 page 53
Part 14 page 55
Part 15 page 58
Part 16 page 61
Part 17 page 63
Part 18 page 64
Part 19 page 65
Part 20 page 67
Epilogue page 68
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