a loud shriek emanated from the depths of Madhubala's soul.
froze as her father, Shamsher Malik, fell. Without acknowledging it, she ran
and fell beside him by the stair steps. She shook him continuously to awaken
him but it all went futile. Huge droplets fell from her eyes as she yelled and
screamed out for help.
coming from the devil in front of her caught her attention. Towering over her
stood the root of all her problems – RK. Madhubala's eyes widened as she
wondered as to how he had the audacity to stand there and laugh while his men beat her father up mercilessly.
turned around and spread her arms out horizontally to prevent anyone from
getting close to her father. The goon not anticipating this hit Madhubala on
the head with the metal rod that was aimed for her father. The blow numbed
Madhubala's mind. Her world started to spin. She grasped her head to stabilize
herself. Her knees buckled before her and she fell by her father.
seeing blurry, she placed her hands on her father to prevent him from getting
injured any further.
felt heavy, her breathing became shallow.
RK's minty cool breath blew the few strands of hair by her ear.
her head slightly in his direction bowed down.
kya?" he lifted her head with his finger under her chin. "That's better. Jab
tum aise mere samne jhuk jaati ho na, tab itna maaza ni aata."
his finger and let her head drop low.
tum meri vaja se jhuk thi ho na, tab dil mein ek tandak si aa jaati hai. And
you know what Madhubala, yeh tandak, sirf tum laa sakti ho." He whispered
against her ear, his lips brushing up against her earlobe.
lifted her eyes and was only able to see a hazy figure.
she whispered again, turning her head towards her father.
was able to protect her father again, RK grabbed her arms and made her face
nah. Itni bhi kya jaldi hai, Madhubala." He enunciated her name slowly. "Kuch
waqt hamare saath bhi toh bitao. Masterji ka kya hai. Yeh toh yehi honge apne
doston ke saath."
He spread his arms out towards the
men dressed in black at the bottom of the stairs. They looked at each other and
Madhubala." RK lifted her up in his arms and took her downstairs. "Let's make
He grinned as he walked away with
the vulnerable Madhubala held in his captive.
RK placed Madhubala on his plush
bed. He stepped back to examine the cause of his torment carefully.
He walked over to his mini-bar and
opened his crystal bottle to pour himself a glass of whiskey.
"It's such a shame Madhubala. How
the tables turned against you." Holding his glass, he paced before his bed. "I
mean, you had a good lead. I'll admit that. But… alas, you just couldn't defeat
the great RK!" He spread his arms and
laughed in victory. "But I have to thank you, huh." He paused as he gulped down
his drink. "If it weren't for you, I would have never gotten so much publicity.
Ah, I mean I do, but this time it was just huge!
And sending me to jail while my next film, Qaidi,
is about to release… perfect timing
Madhubala! Simply perfect!"
RK ran and jumped onto the bed. He
crossed his legs and sat before her. He looked at her features attentively and
started to memorize every inch. With his crystal glass, he began to trace the
soft contours of her body.
"Of all the people in this whole
wide world, you are the one person that I will never want to forget." RK
mumbled. "The amounts of torture that I had to go through while I was in jail…
you're going to get it ten times
worse." He pressed the glass deep into her cheek.
The tip of the glass traced her
plump lips. Some of the warm, copper liquid dripped into her mouth as she
"Arre," RK perked up. "Yeh kya.
Madhubala ko tho chad gayi." He smirked as a scandalous idea propped into his
Letting go of the glass, he opened
his closet and took out a video camera. He turned it on and started recording.
"Oh come on honey. Ab itna bhi kya
sona? I mean, look! You're on camera!" He looked up at her and grinned. "Teek
hai. Lagta hai ab mujhe hi kuch karna hoga."
RK carefully placed the camera on
the oak desk in front of the bed. Making sure that Madhubala was directly in
view, he dimmed the lights.
RK smirked as Madhubala shifted in
her sleep. He leaned over and stroked her hair.
"Madhubala, ahan." Smilingly, he
tilted his head before he kissed her softly on the cheek.
Madhu gasped and shivered. Her body
arched up before curling into a ball.
RK gently touched the purple bruise
above her forehead. He gently blew at it before caressing it again.
Madhu shifted in her sleep and
faced the other way around.
RK opened her plait and lifted her
hair. The fruity fragrant invaded his nostrils. He placed her open hair in
front of her. His hands traveled towards her back and lingered there.
Madhu shivered as his icy hands
brushed up against her steaming body. A cold hand unzipped her white kameez. Cold lips planted themselves on
the newly exposed skin. She gasped.
Madhu opened her eyes and began to
take in her surroundings. There is beyond no doubt that she was not at her
home. She felt her kameez beginning
to drop down from her shoulders. Upon turning around, she came face to face
with RK. The proximity between the two were so close, they touched each other's
Scared, she scampered away from
him. Unaccustomed to the silky bed sheets, her feet slipped and buried themselves
deeper into the bed cloth.
RK grabbed her legs and dragged her
close to him. He silenced her mouth with his hand to prevent her from screaming
and ruining his plan.
"Ssshhh," he whispered against
his hand. "Bilkul chup."
Her eyes widened in horror. She
wanted to be as far as possible from this creep but here she was, trapped
underneath him. Madhubala felt his hips digging deep into hers. His legs were
entwined with hers to stop her from squirming away from him.
"Madhubala, I'm making you famous.
Look." His eyes twinkling, he pointed towards the camera.
Madhu turned around to look and her
already widened eyes became even wider. Water spilled out of her eyes and dripped
onto the silky cloth.
RK took advantage of Madhu's head
being turned to place a kiss on her neck. She trembled.
Madhu abruptly turned around,
brushing her lips with his. RK taken aback stared at her. Taking the
opportunity, Madhu sat up. Her heaving breasts threatened to expose themselves
as her white kameez was on the brink
of completely falling down.
RK remained quiet but kept his eyes
"Kya chahte ho tum?" She asked, her
RK leaned against the white
headboard and said, "Tumhari barbadi."
He picked up his glass of whiskey
and took a sip. He licked his lips savoring the taste. He looked up and saw
Madhu staring off into space. Her hair were scattered all over her body and her
clothes were wrinkled and crumpled up. Underneath her hair, he saw spots of milky
His smile vanished. RK looked at
the glass and then at Madhubala. In a fit of rage, he threw the remaining
contents of the crystal glass at her.
Madhu jumped and screamed. The
whiskey droplets clung to her hair and bare shoulders. Her eyes fumed with rage
RK got up from the bed and went to
the mini-bar. He picked up the crystal bottle of whiskey that he used before
and stood in front of his tormentor.
He saw Madhu had clenched her teeth
and fist tightly. Her body trembled in fury. Tears spilled without her
"Madhubala, tsk tsk." He met her at
eye-level. "You've gotten so dirty. Let's clean you up." He stood up and poured
the whiskey over her head.
Madhu gasped and cringed.
"Yeh kya kare ho! Stop it!" She
screamed at him. Madhu stood up on the bed and stepped away.
In fury, RK threw the bottle
against the wall behind her. Madhu screamed as one of the shards pierced her
back. She reached out to touch it, and pricked her finger. Red liquid oozed out
of her body.
As she winced from the newly
received pain, her temple started throbbing from the bruise she had gotten
earlier. Her vision began to blur and her world started spinning again.
Madhu fell limp against RK. He
looked down upon her and noticed her white kameez
was now red. He took out the glass shard and inspected it. He chuckled.
"It's so funny na. Itni choti si
cheez kitna dard de jaati hai." He pulled her away from himself and threw her
back on the bed. "Aise hi," he pointed at her. "Aise hi chote chote dard tumhe
milenge Madhubala. Par dard… dard bohot
RK fell back against the bed and
"Bittuji! Bittuji!!" RK called out
to his manager.
The plump short man scurried into
"Yes Chief. Apne bulay –" the manager
gasped as he took in the limp and bloody state of Madhubala with his boss
laughing maniacally beside her.
"Arre aap iski phikar maat ki jiye
Bittuji. Aap ka kaam toh waha hai." He pointed at the video camera that was
sitting on the oak desk.
Bittuji hesitantly walked over to
the desk and took the camera. He stopped the recording, pressed rewind and played
the whole incident out. From the first frame he understood what he had to do.
He nodded his head and said, "Done
The manager left the room and RK
returned his attention back to Madhubala.
"Ab tera kya hoga, Madhubala."
Edited by MG.Creations - 17 November 2012 at 5:29pm