Playing With Fire (Rishbala Fanfiction)

Chapter 24

(RK's POV)

  I sauntered over to my vanity. Dipali saw me from a distance and smirked. Good. She had noticed that I had gone in alone. She followed, her tall red heels tapping against the hard floor. I pretended to be fixing my hair, just as I heard the door creak open. She walked in, her hips bouncing from side to side. I suppressed a laugh. She could never become a model, her hips were too big and she couldn't handle them properly.

   I pretended to be surprised as she turned, showing off her bare back, pressing herself against the door. She locked it and turned, biting her lower lip sensuously.

"Hiiiiiii....my sexy hero." She purred, trailing a cold finger down my chest. Things were getting weird real fast. Madhu better come soon, before I become this trash's prey for the night. 

"Looking gorgeous today Dipali." I said, running my finger down her cheek.

"Oh please RK, call me...Dips." Her lips curled into a devilish smile.

"Alright....Dips." I growled. I so wished Madhu was in my arms instead of her.

   I forced myself to grab her around the waist, caressing her cheeks and finally....leaning in for a kiss. She smirked evilly, as if her plan was working.

(Madhu's POV)

   I was waiting for a minute longer, when suddenly a spot boy, whom I've never seen before, walked up to me. Armaan must've sent him.

"Ma'am, RK sir wants to see you." He said, hesitant. I took a good look at him and nodded. Yep, definitely his man. He walked away awkwardly. Shaking my head, I took that as my cue and hurried to his vanity. If that b*tch ended up kissing him, I would murder her. I unlocked the vanity from the outside and pushed the door open. I heard a gasp, and put on my most shocked and angered face in the history of my life. RK was standing there, lipstick smeared on his lips, and Dipali standing next to him. Her lipstick was smeared and her hair was a little messy. RK winked at me. Showtime.

"What the hell are you doing with this....this s*ut, RK?!" I shrieked furiously. I must've done a great job, because he flinched a little. Time for the tears. Think dead puppy, think dead puppy...

"Madhu...I..." RK began to say. I cut him off. The tears had arrived.

"I knew I never should've trusted you! You big film stars are all the same! Find a toy to play with and abandon it for a newer one the next day." I yelled at him. Dipali flashed a smug face of victory. "Out!" I yelled at her. She looked at me, surprised. "Yeah that's right, you!" I glared. She scurried out. I swear I could hear her cackling under her breath.

  RK leaned in and gave me a high five.

"Ready for part 2?" He whispered.

"Yep. Let's start."

   We began yelling at each other. Dipali could have well been listening outside.

"If you didn't like me, then why did you make all these promises to me!?" I began the argument.

"Oh come on Madhu....you know how big of a playboy I am. I can't help it. And she was looking so sexy...." His voice trailed. Then he whispered again.

"Slap me."

"Huh?"

"Not literally. Here." He put his hand out. "Smack it hard."

   I looked at his waiting hand and smacked it as hard as I could. It sounded like a real slap. Then he yelled.

"How dare you slap me?! Superstar RK?!" He groaned. "That's it! Out!" He said. I was trying my hardest to keep the tears flowing. He told me to leave the vanity while crying.

"All the best." He encouraged. I pecked him a kiss on the cheek and ran out, pretending to cry. I saw through a car mirror Dipali smiling in victory. The poor thing didn't even know she was being used. I wiped the tears and went back into the studio. I couldn't see him for the rest of the day, as I would arouse suspicion. Bittuji offered to drop me home instead.

   RK called me soon after I reached home.

"You should really do a film with me. What a fine actress my jungili billi is." He chuckled.

"Did she actually kiss you?" I asked, my voice on edge.

"Hmmm....she did. But didn't kiss her back." He laughed. "I should've though. She was a great kisser."

"You...." I wanted to punch him through the phone.

"Sorry." He said in an innocent tone.

"You owe me something for this." I said.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do Biwi. Just tell me." He said happily.

"I'll ask when the time comes." I said. "With interest."

"Alright." He said. "Bye biwi. Love you so much." He kissed the phone and hung up. I smiled to myself. My phone rang for the second time, but this time from an unknown number. I answered.

"Hello?"

"Madhu...?" It was his voice, and I was expecting it to ring in my ears sometime.

"What do you want?!" I yelled at him.

"Madhu listen to me. I want to meet you. Outside of town by the old eatery near the bus stand. Tomorrow morning."

"Why Armaan? Please stop hounding me!" I yelled.

"I'm trying to be nice and you won't listen. If you don't come to meet me, then you family will be in grave danger." He snarled. I choked on my breath. He wouldn't.....but then again....he would.

"Fine! Fine.....I'll come! But please don't hurt them." I said frantically.

"That's like a good girl. I'll be waiting. 8 o clock sharp." He hung up. I called RK again.

"Yes biwi?" He said.

"RK....Armaan...he called me."

"What did he say?" His voice was tensed.

"He wanted to meet me, some old eatery on the outskirts of town."

"This means our plan is working. He knows that you "dumped" me and that you are free bait. Go see him. I'll be with you at a distance, and then we'll see from there."

"Okay...." My voice was shaking.

"Relax biwi. I'll be nearby. Now take some rest. Okay?" I nodded.

"Good. Take care." He hung up again. I curled up in a ball in the bed. What would I say to him? I didn't want to accidentally make him suspicious of my actions. I needed to be calm. Only then could our plan succeed. I wanted that despicable excuse of a man ruined. Absolutely ruined.