Soft, luminous candles cast a glow on her beautiful face, illuminating her magnificent, caramel eyes. RK looks around the room and silently congratulates Mehul Chopra on perfectly setting the mood for the shooting of Karan and Anamika's romantic date. The setting is ultra romantic that even he, Superstar and master of props, can't help but feel it is very real.
It has been a few weeks since he recovered from his stab wound. He, his crew and Madhu has been working extra hard, long hours to make up for the lost time. They are almost caught up and have successfully managed to keep the bank at bay. The producer and superstar in him as won out the last few weeks. But looking at his biwi now, only the husband in him wants to remain and say pack up to producer and superstar.
Madhu...he stares at her long and hard at his biwi. The glow from the candle light, the soft music is all adding to her allure, to her sizzling, **** appeal. Though all of this is just an act, RK would not mind to pretend that it is real. MC has just finished explaining the scene to both but not a word entered RK's ears. Today, he just cannot take his eyes off his biwi. The figure hugging, ****y black dress is enhancing all her curves and he can think of is to run his hands all over her body. Mold her curvaceous body to his.
MC (interrupting RK's fantasy): Ready for the shot guys?
Madhu (smiles): Yes Mehul sir...I am ready.
RK just nods his head. He mentally makes a note that this will be the last shot of the day. To hell with catching up! As soon as this torturous shoot is over, he is whisking his biwi away for a real, intimate date...with their soft, downy bed.
They take their places at the table. Set out in front of them is a bowl of luscious, ruby red strawberries and another dish of fluffy, whipped cream.
MC (signals with his hands): And action!
As per the scene, Madhu seductively leans forward exposing hint of cleavage. RK reflexively swallows hard as the candle lights flickered across the exposed, creamy expanse of her chest. His eyes lovingly caress the exposed skin area. He imagines lowering the neckline further and his tongue become hot and heavy with the need to taste her skin. Swallowing hard, RK closely watches her hand as she picks up a strawberry and dips it quite generously into the whipped cream. His eyes immediately refocus on the strawberry near her luscious, pink lips. They dilate in pleasure as Madhu slowly opens her mouth and let her teeth sink in on the delectable fruit. Quite sensuously, she licks the juice and the cream off her lips. RK's muscles contract as he would like to lick the juices off her lips. He would like nothing more than to take her mouth in a drugging kiss and taste the lingering taste of strawberry in her saliva. His eyes further darken with pleasure as a bit of juice stray down her lips and travel sensuously down the side of her neck. RK wants to trail his tongue down that side of her neck and taste her flesh mingled with the sweetness of the strawberry. The juice trails down further down her neckline. And he wants nothing more than to tear the bloody dress off her body and make love to her right then and there, atop the table.
MC (yells) Cut! (Angrily) RK...Did you forget your lines?
Madhu puts the half-eaten strawberry back into the bowl and raises a brow at RK. He does not look away as he hungrily stares his biwi down.
MC (irritated): Okay...let's try it again! Come on RK...one more shot. I want it perfect this time.
RK springs out of his chair as it falls back in a thud. He grabs Madhu's hand and picks her up and stares deeply into her eyes. Her eyes widen as she understands his intention and blushes in a mixed feeling of embarrassment, anticipation and excitement.
RK (does not take his eyes off Madhu and shouts): Pack up!
He does not give anyone else a chance to speak as he nearly drags Madhu to the nearest room. Thankfully it is none other than the green room, to afford them some privacy. RK pulls Madhu in and shuts the door. He lowers his head and captures her mouth in a kiss and growls in pleasure at the taste of bittersweet strawberry. The taste and feel of it is thousands times more delectable and potent than his wildest, most wicked imagination.
