Playing With Fire (Rishbala Fanfiction)

Chapter 17

(Madhu's POV)

   The spot lights dimmed, creating a warm, intimate ambience between the two. Everything ceased to make the slightest movement. A song played softly in the background, as RK danced with his heroine. She was pretty, but she danced terribly. Like each move was forced. RK was having a hard time handling her. One step involved a twirl and a dip, but she broke her heel and fell right on the hard floor. RK became so fed up with her tacky dance skills that he let go of her as she slipped.

"Cut!" The director yelled. Everything began moving again.

   She glared at RK while he smirked at her plight. I found myself laughing as well.

"A little help?" She hissed. RK pretended he didn't hear her. Mr. Bakshi rushed to help her.

"I'm so sorry ma'am...." He said.

   Makeup and hairdressers rushed about the set. My gaze was fixated on RK. What was I doing here again? Oh yeah.....I had to give him his lucky locket. I was just about to approach him when the lights dimmed again. The director cued the next take, and the scene started once again.

   The chandelier looked dangerous from where I was seeing it. It seemed to have lowered even more than when I first showed up. My heart pounded in my chest. I sensed something bad was going to happen.

(RK's POV)

   God....this Dipali was such a terrible dancer. I preferred even a body double over her. And she seemed like a total despo....she threw herself over me like she was a rag doll. She made my head hurt, and the song was annoying me as well. I finally yelled...

"Pack Up!" I was done for today.

   I pulled off my jacket and went towards my vanity can when suddenly Mr. Bakshi stopped me from leaving my place. He folded his hands in front of me.

"RK sir! Please don't pack up!" He pleaded. I didn't give a crap.

"Find me a new heroine....then we'll talk." I said. I began to leave again, but then Madhu showed up out of nowhere.

   She came up to me, holding something in her hand. I looked into her eyes. Hidden deep inside them was remorse and shame. I tried to be as positive as possible. No more headaches, arguments, or despo heroines trying to seduce me. I took a deep breath and spoke.

"What are you doing here Madhu?" I asked. She chewed on her lip for a while then answered.

"I came to give you this." She opened her fist. There lied my locket. I took it from her.

"Who gave this to you?" I hadn't realized that I had forgotten it.

"One of your servants. He told me you always take it to the first day of a shoot. It's your lucky charm, isn't it?" I nodded.

"Thanks." She turned to leave, while Bakshi tried to force the script into my hand. I tried to shoo him away, giving him the most venomous glare I had ever manifested. But he didn't budge.

"RK please look at the script! We need to finish the shoot today!" He pleaded. I swear I saw him tear up. I groaned loudly and submitted to his request.

"Go tell your heroine to behave. And not to throw herself  on me like a sl*t. I'm not a f***ing clothes line!" I shouted in his face, beyond furious. He nodded frantically and ran off towards Dipali's vanity. I peered around for Madhu, finding her nearby. She was talking to Bittuji. Her single sight calmed me down, like her demeanor slowly rubbed onto me. I lost myself in her once again.

(Madhu's POV)

   Bittuji left to get me some coffee. I got bored and wandered around. I found RK staring at me from a distance. He broke the gaze each time I looked at him, but I caught him from a mirror that passed by in the hands of some crewmen. I thought about the kiss, especially my behavior over it. I overreacted. And who was I to blame him? I did kiss him back. We were both lost in the moment. And to be honest, I did like it a little. Unlike Armaan, he never did anything that I truly objected to. He was always sweet with me.