RishBala OS || OS: It happens in dreams || Madhubala || RK || Vivian D Sena || Drashti Dhami

"tum hi mera ishq ho, tum hi mera junoon.." his words.. just spoken with poignant convenience. I have always wondered what's in him that I always imagined myself beside him.

"MADHUBALA.." my mom called, distracting me from the promo of my favorite actor's new film Ek Ishq Ek Junoon on TV..

"coming mamma" I said moving from screen reluctantly. New film promotions keep on airing for every two minutes on different music channels isn't it?  I convinced myself and went to the kitchen.

"Beta, it's getting late for lunch. Help me with the cutting of vegetables" she asked.

"Now do you need to request?" I asked with hands on my hips, "if I wont do this then who'll do. Infact I'd say I'll cook today. And my sweet mamma will be on a holiday" I said being ever bubbly and holding her shoulders from back.

"but.."

"no if no but.." I pushed her gently out of the kitchen with a giggle.

I picked up onions and chopper knife. Tears started flowing from my eyes even before cutting it. Oops sorry my onion, I have bought you for 40rs a kilo only to murder you, trust me.

"Madhu.. no nautanki.. please make it fast" mom shouted from bedroom.

Mother! She indeed knows everything. She remained a junior artist but my goal is set. To become an actress and act opposite RK. My hero.

I was just starting my work when I heard a soft piano tune, strings of violin followed. My heart was on a marathon at that moment as I left my work only to run towards my hall. I stopped in my tracks as I saw him. Dil Ibadat kar raha hai dhadkane meri sun, tujhk main karloon haasil lagi hai yehi dhun.

 I sat on the sofa again. It's my favorite song. The beats, the setting, the soulful singer, the deep lyrics and ofcourse RK. My RK. Everything is just perfect in this song.  Myriad of emotions on his face, that draw one towards his him ad trap in the chimera of his character. Who needs a prince charming when the vampire in silver Volvo.. oops I mean in black Mercedes drives crazy. Abhay is the character which he hasn't enacted but lived.

-"No.. not again!!" my mom threw a pillow at me. "You left the work in the middle and on top of it can't you hear the bell?" she scolded.

-"huh, did it ring?" I asked apprehensively.

She shook her head. Impossible! What should I do with this girl! She must have muttered. Definitely I was. It was my father.

-"I have been rung the bell thrice" he said as soon as she opened the door.

-"papa!" I went and hugged him. He looked tired as I ran and got a glass of water for him. Indeed a cameraman's job is tiresome.

-"Madhu, look what I have got for you?" he said excited.

-"what Papa" I asked coz I his surprises are always worth it.

He opened his bag and took out an envelope. I took them and wondered what is it. As I opened it my eyes grew wider. My jaw dropped and my mind froze at the moment.

"in..invita..tion fffor.." I stammered and then looked at Papa. I hugged him tight.

"Invitation for RK's new film premiere!!!" I shouted. "a-w-w-w. awww!!! Thanks Papa!"

The premiere was in the evening. Catching RK's film ek ishq ek junoon on the premiere was a dream come true. Honestly I could never sleep properly if I don't see his movies on the first day. But after his last film pyar ki ye ek kahani which was a blockbuster, all the tickets were completely booked on the first day. But now I don't need any ticket!! I have pass for the premiere!!

I was on seventh heaven. I would catch the glimpse of him even closer this time. I immediately opened my wardrobe and began choosing dresses. Nothing is just… ufff  I was constantly cursing under my breath. Such a big occasion and I have got nothing decent to wear. Finally I picked up the dress that I wore to the sets for the first time when I went to meet him. That day I can never forget. Shooting had to be stopped abruptly due to increasing crowd. RK left in his car. I shouted from the crowd but he didn't turn back.

I tried to look my best that day and today I'll wear the same again since it's the best dress I combed my hair and instead of wearing a in a braid I just tied in a pony. I used subtle waterproof make up, yeah what if it rains suddenly like the last time. And finally I'm done.

I looked into the mirror; the pink salwar kameez perfectly suited me. After pink is the color of love. But something was missing or something was extra. But what? I wondered as I looked at myself carefully. Answer came quickly. I pulled my pink band out from my hair and pushed few strands forward. Perfect!  I said giving a flying kiss to myself on mirror.

At the premiere, I showed my pass to the collector who let me in. I saw many of the celebrities who attended to watch the most awaited film of the year. It was already declared a hit by many. The producer was on the profit side even before the film released. Buyers and distributors were banking on it. My seat was on the thirty sixth row. Yet I wasn't disappointed. I kept my autograph book ready. The film started, titles scrolled. But RK was nowhere to be seen. Where is he? Late for premiere?  I wondered. No, no, perhaps he is struck in traffic,  I told myself.

Then I could hear the crowd screaming.. RK… RK… only RK's name was on everyone's lips. He entered the hall with his four bodyguards who were trying to keep the people from throwing themselves on him. My heart skipped the beat seeing the Greek God before me. Impeccably dressed in black Armani, he looked stunning. His chiseled jaw, wet spray set hair whose few stands were playing on his broad forehead and how can one miss his hypnotic ice blue eyes that had the dangerously captivating power. RK, Rishabh Kumar is an epitome of dreams for which you would have both ishq and junoon. I joined the crowd too, just to get an autograph. But everything in vain. He set his steps quickly to the VIP section and the crowd remained back. So did I.

I couldn't completely concentrate on the film. Though I was involved in it more than anyone else in the hall. Yet my gazes were shifting to and from RK's side to the screen. The film was over.

I ran outside where he would be soon leaving from. Everything was the same, the crowd, the rope fencing, the securitymen controlling; definitely no chance of getting autograph. No, I can't miss the chance today, I told myself. God Gracious! It's raining now. I waited still until RK left in his car.

"RK… RK…" I called out and rushed forward pushing the crowd. But the security didn't allow me to go further. And alas! At last he left.

I walked home back in despair. Neither I could see the film properly nor I could reach RK.

As looked at my watch it was already too late. My mobile stopped working as it got drenched in rain. So did I. My perfectly dress is now wet. I called for many autos but I could catch one. Then I decided to take a shortcut walking back. I was crossing the road when I heard a horn. My eyes went blur due to rain and light, perhaps the headlight of the car. I panicked and as a result fell down, my heart was thumping irregularly. Am I hit?

"hey you… driver check the lady out.." I heard a voice, so familiar. "stupid pedestrians!" yes, it was familiar. Too familiar.

I opened my eyes and got up. I saw a middle-aged man in white uniform standing before me. "you okay. If anything had happened to you then Sir will get into controversy" he said worried, "and so does my job and life"

-"no, I'm fine" I said brushing my elbows unable to see the fretting of the man, then what followed made me dumbstruck.

My gaze shifted to the car and I saw him out of it.

RK! a soft whisper escaped my lips. My mind has already transported to la-la land. He was just few feet away from me.

"can I drop you somewhere?" he said.

I nodded subconsciously.

I'm sure I'm hit. And I'm in heaven. This isn't true, is it?

I sat in his car and gained my senses due to the driver's voice, "where madam?"

"Borivalli" I said.

Few minutes passed in silence. Neither he spoke nor did I. My Prince Charming is before me and me, a certified chatter box is short of words?

Finally I decided to start the conversation. Afterall this is once in a lifetime moment. I unzipped my bag and took out my slam book.

-"autograph please" I offered him.

He looked at me with certain attitude.

-"so, finally you got chance. Last time, at the set you missed me" he said with his eyes on the book and signing.

I was taken aback by his works. that means….

-"you have noticed me that day?" I asked eagery, "and you remember too"

-"ofcourse" he closed the book, "how can I forget such a pretty.." he paused and looked at me, "dress" he completed. "you have worn the same the last time. I saw in the rear view mirror while leaving" he said giving my book back.

-"oh!" I said.

It was embarrassing, he noticed my dress but didn't spare a look at me? But hey! He remembered. He remembered me. He saw me that day! And what I examined closely were his expressions. Honesly, there were no expressions on his face. Myriad of emotions he shows on-screen had none. He was blank. And his straight face was somehow disturbing to me. Is this what people call attitude?

-"I can't believe I'm sitting next to you. This happens only in dreams" I said blushing like a schoolgirl.

-"this happens in films too" he said. Ofcourse like hero, heroine, rain and lift. Not surprised. I have heard he speaks quick and crisp.

Finally the car halted at the starting of my house lane. So soon! I didn't feel like going. I got out and waved my hand in goodbye. Words died at that moment for me. Parting is always difficult isnt it?

Before leaving I heard him say, "you are pretty and unforgettable"

My jaw dropped on his confession as the car zoomed out of my sight. It was a drive to remember coz it happens only in dreams, oh yes and in films too.

Jin.