A new venture -Madhubala part 5
here we go a cont of my vision .Previously in part 4…..
“I am telling you the truth, Madhu, I never wanted to lie to you in the first place, but yours, everyone’s safety was at stake.”
She looked at his passport, what was the point even opening it? She believed him, she had no idea why. She handed it back to him unopened.
She hadnt even bothered to look at it. Did that mean she believed him? Where did they go from here? He stared at her for an age, “Madhu I had no intention of coming back into your life.”
Startled by that admission she asked, “then why did you?”
He stared at her face, so familiar as he had thought of nothing but her in the past year and yet she was still a stranger, there were still insurmountable barriers between them. He wasn’t sure if she believed him, he wasn’t sure if he was in her place whether he would believe him too.
“I wasn’t sure if you would believe me. I mean…”
“To tell you the truth S..Aryan I am no longer sure who to believe and who not to. I have lost confidence in….people.” She had been just about to say RK. But that would have been to easy. She had lost confidence in herself. Her heart broken, her confidence shattered.
Aryan’s eyes darkened. She didn’t mean people she meant RK! That man needed flogging.
“RK is a ..”
“I don’t want to talk about him!” She cut him short. “And I am not sure I want to talk to you either.” She got up from her favourite place and went to the open plan kitchen to make coffee for wanting something to do, distancing herself from him.
Getting up, he chose the other side of the open kitchen bar to her. “Madhu, I am not your enemy. I did what I had to keep you and others who are precious to me safe.”
The water gurgled in the glass kettle, mirroring her churning emotions. “So you didn’t say why you came back into my life?”
“I couldn’t stay away.” His deep green eyes bored into hers, she fell into their depths.
A splash of hot water jumped out of the spout as her hand shook at his bold statement and scalded her hands, she didn’t move until he broke eye contact to rush over to her side, taking her hands in his he put it under the cold water tap.
“Madhu! That must have hurt!”
“Nothing hurts any more, I don’t let it.”
“Don’t be stupid Madhu, this is not you!” he admonished her, his expression shocked.
“What do YOU know about me?” she whispered.
“I know you are full of life, your smile shames the Sun, you heal broken hearts and mend bloodied knees.”
Slipping his hands around her waist, he gently lifted her on to a bar stool. And started searching in her kitchen cupboards.
“That was the old Madhu, there is no smiling, there is no mending, I am no longer the naïve fool I was.”
Finding what he wanted he opened the first aid box and sought a burn cream. Blowing on her hand he gently applied it to the burn.
“Bahut jaalta hai?” His eyes were full of concern.
Ignoring his immediate question, she concentrated on what was burning in her mind. “Why did you come back? What DO you want Aryan?”
After what seems liked ages with his eyes fixed on her face, he said almost inaudibly, “I want nothing and everything.”
A small wry smile lit a corner of her mouth, “I can only give you nothing, I no longer have everything to give….there is nothing left but this empty shell, Aryan! Go, get away from me, I am no longer the Madhu you met ions ago.”
“He really did a number on you didn’t he?”
“And I let him…”
With a sigh she got up and dashed the tears that threatened to fall. “I am not ever going to let anyone do that to me again. So just go, you are a smart handsome man you will find someone who can give you everything.”
“I will happily except nothing from you. We can be friends at least?”
“Friends? Why do you want to be friends? Aryan you don’t need me in your life.”
She was going to find out soon enough.”.Madhu I am going to be…”
Her phone rang interrupting their conversation. She tore her eyes away from him and went to the window where she had placed it.
“Madhdoo how are you its Steve.”
“Hi Steve, I am fine, how are the arrangements going for the premier?”
“Very well, all is arranged, your flight is arranged for tomorrow, actually I thought it would be easier for you to come with one of the major sponsors of the film. He is in London at the moment. You will get to travel in first class luxury, I believe he has his private plane on hand.”
“Steve…I would be happier just taking a regular flight on my own.” Madhu declared a frown creased her face. “I…I will be happy to of-course meet them there she repeated trying not to sound ungrateful.”
“Madhoo that will look bad, we don’t want to upset the sponsor do we? He is a really nice guy, I have met him on several occasions.”
“Madhu…” Aryan interrupted.
“Looks like a film star himself,” rattling on, Steve laughed, “I have been trying to get him into acting. In fact you two would look great together!”
“Steve!” She didnt want Steve to start pairing her off with people she had never met.
“But joking aside you should come with him Madhoo, he really is a nice guy.”
Frowning at Aryan who was buzzing like a fly around her. She said, “ok…so who is this sponsor and where should I meet him tomorrow?
“His name is Aryan Shekhwat, he has been…” Steve rattled on with all what Aryan had done for her.
Madhu’s world spun….For the last year Aryan had already been in her life…backing her film…paying for her to live in this luxury. Her eyes rested on his face, so when he had said I couldn’t keep away, he really meant he had never really left.
RK nursed his drink, so she was coming with her sponsor in a private jet. How biwi’s circumstances had changed. Now she was flying high, so high he couldn’t even think about reaching out to again. It was too late, everything had changed, he had let it all slip from his hand and now the gap had become unbreachable. He pulled the divorce papers he’d had drawn up and stared at them. Why had he had them drawn up, he really didn’t know. They hadn’t spoken, she hadn’t bothered to contact him at all, and it was clear that she had moved on. He wondered if she had started another relationship.
Smirking at his glass, he thought most probably not, Madhu was quite the straight serial biwi type, all principles and rules. She wouldn’t take up with anyone like that, especially someone she had just met. She didn’t have much luck with men, in fact she had detested him, he had dragged her kicking and screaming into his life, but she had adjusted and their relationship had changed for a while into something beautiful. Not any of his doing, it had been her…all her. At every step she had shown him the value of right over wrong. But the devil was too strong in him, he had ruined it all because of his ego and now how the tables had turned, she had walked away and made something of her self and he remained behind an empty shell.
Damn her! He threw the glass right across the room, it smashed against a red wall the dark liquid smearing across the painted surface so reminiscent of spilled blood. He had to laugh at that, the only blood that had been spilled and was spilling everyday was his.