Rubaroo - Part 2

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Priyanka

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Posted: 12 years ago

Rubaroo

A/N: Hello guys. Well this is the first story I'm posting or actually writing independent of any show or television character. It's my first try at my own characters. I hope they came out as I good as I wanted them to be.

There are no prior Character Sketches as there is a lot more to the characters than i can tell you now.

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She would wish that love could be pre-determined with all its drawbacks and advantages outlined, like she could in her job. But then she wouldn't "love" him, with its list of follies. Now she has to decide. Her love or her ambition. It was her drive to achieve her dream that made him fall in love with her, and now it was this dream that was taking away.

It's a story of choice. To choose what you can survive with...

(I know sucky summary).

Love Always,

Pree.

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Index:

Prologue - Page 1

Part 1 - Page 2

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Priyanka

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Posted: 12 years ago

Rubaroo - Prologue

There was a certain mesmerizing quality about him that made her fall in love with Benedick all over again, and obviously with him too. She could feel her palms tingling with the vibration of her applause as the curtain fell.

"Thank you." She said in her partners ear as he took her arm and they moved towards the backstage entry. No she wasn't thanking him just for the VIP passes.

"Anytime Darling." He said squeezing her arm as they stood in the small group that waited for the actors to finish their post show ritual.

As her eyes fell upon him, cheeks flushed with the excitement and the fatigue of the grueling performance, she felt her heart stop. She was scared.

"Adrian." She whispered into her partners ear. "Lets go."

"What happened?" He looked at her face, terrified, and let her pull him away from there. He had his eyes set on her as they walked through the corridor towards the exit. She never met his gaze. It was when she suddenly stopped, he looked around to see her gazing at the name plaque on one of the dressing rooms - 'Mair Ali'. He nudged her to go inside. She looked at him. He nodded.

As she ventured inside, she could hear her heart thumping against her ribcage that was very bravely stopping it from leaping out. She looked around to see his costumes hanging on one side and a huge mirror on the other. She knew they would be on their way back, and in a brave moment, she took out a pen and scribbled something on the playbill, leaving it on the counter and left.

They had planned to go out for an all-nighter after this show since this specific ensemble of cast would not be playing for the next three days. He changed in record time as soon as he stepped into his room. They were already late because of the large group of fans that had backstage entry. As he wiped the makeup off his face in a hurry he saw the familiar white programme lying on his counter. In a very artistic form there was a something scrawled across the front of it. He was just beginning to read it when someone banged on the door to tell him to hurry. He pushed it inside his bag along with his copy of the script and resumed changing.

"Excuse me, Mr Ali." He heard a sweet voice call him as he stepped out the backdoor of the theatre. He turned around to see a girl clad in a black trench coat smiling at him, with a man standing at a distance. Would you please sign this for me? She offered him her programme and a pen. He smiled broadly as his friends laughed behind him.

"What name should I sign it for?" He asked.

"Sheherzade." She said after a moment of thought. He looked at her for another and then signed.

As the girl walked back to her partner, Mair took out the programme that was left on his counter, remembering something. The message on it read:

"Stories are the mask of God. That too, is a story, of course." - Sheherzade

By the time he turned around, the girl and her partner were no more there.

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sourmisery

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Posted: 12 years ago

"Mair Ali"?? -_-

Biwi, you obsessed 😳

ANYWAY! Amazing start, quite intriguing! You know me, I might not be there till the end of it all but I can see this is going to be good. Summary seemed a tad bit cliched to me but the story looks like anything but. Stage plays? Biwi, you freakin' obsessed! 😳

Needless to say, you know who I imagined as Mair 😳 The one you imagined, DUH!

On a constructive note, this needs a little brushing. Like additions of " " and stuff..cuz without it this seems a tad bit confusing. Baqi, it was very nice. Short, but nice.

Here's to hoping this be a grand success! 🤗

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Mugdhaa

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Posted: 12 years ago

Res.

Sorry Pree, but you know I've got to get over with the piece.

I'll unres before school if I manage to type that one out quick.

If not, well, after then.

Edit:

Thought I might as well unres now.

I'm going to end up breaking something nai toh.

Having Mair play Benedick was the best, really.

Like I said, he just seems so much like Benedick to me now.

Planning to make Mair witty?

If you do that, there'd be no differentiating on a general basis.

Mesmerizing, indeed. <3

If only I could have thee Benedick.

*sighs*

No such luck.

Anyway, love Rhythm.

She's delightful.

And yeah, pretty real too.

Like I said yesterday, that's a lot of love put into her.

Shows.

Lastly, the name, and the quote especially, perfect.

And well, I told you I can't comment once I've already said all that I want to.

*shakes head*

Sorry.

Mugs.

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NidhaA

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Posted: 12 years ago

The name Sheherzade , the whole intriguing feel of your writing.

Pree you have me captured.

Congrats on this new venture darling and yes not giving a character sketch is good. Sketches are restrictive while characters should be allowed freedom.

I am all ears and eyes for this Sheherzade.

Could you please tell me what Rubaroo means?

Love

Nidha

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Priyanka

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Posted: 12 years ago

Originally posted by: spicySugar..
"Mair Ali"?? -_-

Biwi, you obsessed 😳

ANYWAY! Amazing start, quite intriguing! You know me, I might not be there till the end of it all but I can see this is going to be good. Summary seemed a tad bit cliched to me but the story looks like anything but. Stage plays? Biwi, you freakin' obsessed! 😳

Needless to say, you know who I imagined as Mair 😳 The one you imagined, DUH!

On a constructive note, this needs a little brushing. Like additions of " " and stuff..cuz without it this seems a tad bit confusing. Baqi, it was very nice. Short, but nice.

Here's to hoping this be a grand success! 🤗

Yes Biwi... i'm obsessed!!

The stage plays, the name, the face... It's all "him".

I hope to finish it soon, and I hope you'll read it all then, and like it.

I sucked at the summary. I couldn't frame it well.

That " " issue was all IF. I saw it later. All resolved now.

Love you!!

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Priyanka

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Posted: 12 years ago

Originally posted by: FeistySoul
The name Sheherzade , the whole intriguing feel of your writing.
Pree you have me captured.
Congrats on this new venture darling and yes not giving a character sketch is good. Sketches are restrictive while characters should be allowed freedom.
I am all ears and eyes for this Sheherzade.
Could you please tell me what Rubaroo means?
Love
Nidha

I can't put into words how magical the name Sheherzade and how reverent the namesake is to me. The power behind that name gives the story a serenity. I hope I've done justice to it.

It's an achievement to have your attention captured my love. It's an accolade to me.

I don't think giving a character sketch would even be possible right now.

Rubaroo means "coming face-to-face". Can be used as a synonym for "meeting".

Love you loads!

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Mugdhaa

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Posted: 12 years ago

There you go.

Post the second one too, would you?

I'll comment right away.

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Priyanka

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Posted: 12 years ago

Originally posted by: NonComposMentis
Res.

Sorry Pree, but you know I've got to get over with the piece.
I'll unres before school if I manage to type that one out quick.
If not, well, after then.

Edit:
Thought I might as well unres now.
I'm going to end up breaking something nai toh.

Having Mair play Benedick was the best, really.
Like I said, he just seems so much like Benedick to me now.
Planning to make Mair witty?
If you do that, there'd be no differentiating on a general basis.
Mesmerizing, indeed. <3
If only I could have thee Benedick.
*sighs*
No such luck.

Anyway, love Rhythm.
She's delightful.
And yeah, pretty real too.
Like I said yesterday, that's a lot of love put into her.
Shows.

Lastly, the name, and the quote especially, perfect.

And well, I told you I can't comment once I've already said all that I want to.
*shakes head*
Sorry.

Mugs.

Sometimes that is the reason I feel I should not let you read it beforehand. Ah well, I might just do that.

He is going to be witty. He has to be.

I've put a lot of love in both the characters. And a lot of "me" too.

Thank you for saying Rhythm seems real. It means a lot.

I fell in love with quote when I read it.

Thank you.

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Priyanka

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Posted: 12 years ago

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Rubaroo - Part 1

She stuffed her hands inside the pockets of her trench coat as she waited on the curb for Adrian to manoeuvre through the thickly crowded coffee shop with their daily doses of caffeine. She saw a girl walk towards her hurriedly and she chuckled. That was her friends usual habit.

"You're surprisingly early today, Ms Danielle." She told her friend. "Compared to other days." Danielle stuck her tongue out like a four year old.

"Since you wasted the Sunday night going for a stupid play, I fell asleep early." As Danielle finished the sentence she looked at the girl standing next to her, and stopped herself from doubling over with laughter at her murderous expression. "Let's spend the next one actually showing you London, shall we?" She pursed her lips to stop herself from grinning too much.

"Dani!" Her partner finally spoke making her resolve break and she started laughing. "Stop laughing!" She smacked her arm.

"Rhythm! Your face!!" That was all Danielle could speak in between her fit of giggles as Rhythm stood there with her hands on her hips. It was only when Adrian walked out of the store with three cups of coffee in his hands, and saw Rhythm rolling her eyes that Danielle straightened up and tried to stop laughing.

"What's the matter ladies?" He asked as he handed both of them their respective cups of coffee.

"Dani called the play stupid." Rhythm complained like a five year old as they began walking towards their office. She took out her personally handcrafted coffee sleeve, which her sister had made for her, out of her purse; pulling it over the cup she wrapped her hands around it, feeling its warm seep into her. The disagreement between the warmth of the coffee and chill of the cold October breeze, made every pore of her body come to life. It was enough to make her forget the kiddish quarrel between them.

"Dani. You know better than to call Rhythms play 'stupid'."

"Yes mamma." Danielle rolled her eyes this time earning a whack from Adrian. "Seriously!" She whined making Rhythm laugh as Adrian wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Sofiya, could you for lord's sake take that book out of Mair's hands! Were on an excursion! For heaven's sake!" Mair heard his friend whine as he multitasked between reading a few lines of the book in his hand and walking alongside his friends. He rolled his eyes and placed the bookmark in place before giving his friends smug look an indefinite glance. He was about to put the book in his bag and when he almost bumped into someone crossing him.

"Sorry!" The girl hardly glanced towards him and continued walking along with her friends. There was something enchanting in her voice that rang a bell in his head, and a name he had heard the night before echoed in his mind.

"Sheherzade?!" Before he knew it the name had escaped his lips. He waited with baited breath as the girl stopped in her tracks. He waited for her to look back. It took her a moment. A moment in which his heart forgot to beat. She looked astonished as she stared at him, maybe hoping for some lost realisation.

"Mr Ali." Something finally broke loose from her lips. Those lips that he had a little too brazenly been staring at for the past few moments and his mind smiled at the recognition of that voice. He walked ahead, closing in the two steps that made it tough to remember her each feature.

"Mair." He said extending a hand in front of her, which she shyly took, briefly shaking it. "I..." But before he could continue her friend called her, from where they stood now, across the road.

"I need to go." She apologized.

"I need to talk to you." He said before she could make a move. She smiled and took out that familiar pen. He offered her the book in his hand as a parchment. She looked at the book and then shook her head taking his hand and scribbled something on his wrist. And in a flurry of moments, she was gone.

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