As his figure emerged through the exit, a middle aged man rushed towards him, with a bunch of papers in his hands.

"Where are you going? The show is not over yet." The man interrogated, tensed.

"It is for me." Replied he, with plain apathy in his voice as well as his deep set eyes.

"But you cannot do this to me, RK! If this show fails to emerge as a hit then I'll be ruined." He somewhat yelled, as sweat droplets began to form on his forehead.

RK titled his head, lifting a finger in the air, causing the man to shut his mouth.

"Your work is done, Mister Singh. I had been paid for just one song..."

"But the people are asking for more! Is money all you care about? I'll pay you more then. Just don't go like this." The man hyperventilated.

"I'm not done yet." Said RK, gritting his teeth, folding his outstretched finger, making him flinch.

"So... I have done my work. And I work according to my desires, not a crowd. And money..." He trailed off, laughing. "....money is something people like you run behind. I believe in taking it's lead. And you don't have so much of money, Mister Singh, that you can afford to buy RK's time." He said, before moving his steps, only to move backwards once again, stopping right in front of the tensed man.

"And now regarding your career issues. Don't worry. This concert will be the biggest moment of your life. RK's few minutes are enough to spread his charm. For music might be a business to you, for me, it's my life. And the few minutes spent there are enough to last for a lifetime in the wretched hearts of your 'crowd'". He said, quoting the last word with his fingers raised in the air, before giving a hard glare to the scared man, patting his shoulders, and striding off, never to look back at him again.

The poor man stared at his retreating figure with fear shining in the form of sweat droplets on his face, as he wiped them continuously with his plain handkerchief. However, even he knew how correct RK's each and every word had been.

"People are right. You are...you." Said the producer, with the satisfaction of embracing a success in his heart, mixed with the recent uncomfortable memory of his contact with the rarely approachable singer. He continued to stare at his departing figure, till he was successfully shielded by the backs of two pairs of men, their strong physique covered in black, who had been standing in pairs on either side of the back door since the beginning, and were now following him silently with four different types of rifles carried on their shoulders, as he stepped out.

Coming to a halt once out of the back door, he turned his head slightly, turning to his side. His peripheral vision landed on one of the armed men behind him, as he lifted his hand in the air, before shaking his fingers twice, signalling the bodyguards to move from their. They nodded, obeying him silently.

As the crowd around him finally got replaced by the presence of the soothing silence, he closed his eyes, placing his hands on his waist, filling his lungs with as much of air as he could. RK stood there silently, lost in the covers of the dark and peaceful blanket around him, breathing evenly, a million thoughts roaming his mind. His trance was broken by some excited noises, as he tilted his slightly bent head sideways in the direction from which the synchronised voices of the screaming crowd yelling his name could still be heard. A smirk formed on his lips, eyes staring in the far off direction.

A young man suddenly trotted towards him, placing his hand on his shoulder.

"Amazing as ever, bro! The charm of your voice has still covered the hearts of everyone. Hear those screams?" Beamed the man with exhilaration.

"Nothing shocking is it, though?" He shrugged.

"Of course, not! But I can't help this excitement as well. Why are you still here, though? The people are going crazy. They love you, man! You should not keep them waiting." He patted his shoulder.

"I'm done with my contract, Aryan. These people should learn to respect a deal and time. And people who don't do that, are not worth my time at all. It's not my fault if that Singh had promised them much more than he had requested me for."

"But Ranbir, he is ready to pay you."

"But I'm not ready to work with a man who has no principles. He will receive his credits though. He should be thankful to me." Said he, removing Aryan's hand from his shoulder.

"Also...the people out there don't love me, Aryan. They appreciate me, you can say that. They admire me, you can say that, too. But none of them know me even equal to the tip of a needle to love me. And I doubt they ever will. For they haven't even seen a glimpse of me." RK said with the same tone, before moving towards the parking lot, leaving a disappointed Aryan behind him.

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RK approached his elegant automobile, a stand out among the numerous cars parked there, though his was parked away from all of them in a separate area reserved for it. He fished his key out of his pocket, as the car beeped and finally unlocked. He opened the back door, and half bent towards the vehicle, searching for the object of his quest. As his hands found the bottle, he took it out with one hand, closing the door with the other. Opening the expensive bottle of beer, he placed his hands on his car's bonnet, before climbing on it.

There he was now. Sitting on the bonnet of his luxurious black car, with a hand resting at his side on the shining piece of metal beneath him, while the other one holding the now almost half empty bottle of expensive beer, gazing at the silent sheets above him woven with millions of dazzling stars, as numerous thoughts flooded his mind.

Ranbir Kohli. No. RK. RK he was to the whole world. RK whose life was the reflection of success. RK who himself had become a synonym of perfection. RK who was there present in every heart, yet whose heart had never known the true meaning of beating, and never intended to. For feelings held no more meaning than being synonymous to worthlessness in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, embracing the cool breeze, far away from the crowd and its screams. The only thing his sharp ears could hear was the soothing humming of the silent darkness, as he continued to gulp the expensive liquid occasionally.

He rested his back on the windshield, with his one hand placed on his forehead, while the other one hung at the side from the bonnet with the shining bottle clutched tightly beneath his fingers, one leg crossed on the other, staring straight at the sky with his sparkling emotionless eyes. His dark eyes shimmered lifelessly, gaze fixed at the sky above, with numerous thoughts running in his mind, as the calmness of the cool breeze soothed him.

However, it was not long when his sharp senses detected some noises piercing his satisfying moment, not really seeming to be pleasant to him right now. He tilted his head slightly towards the source of the sound which seemed to be in the direction of his lifted arm. His hand resting on his forehead prevented him from having a full view of the source of the nuisance interrupting his peaceful minutes.

As his eyes landed on the scene before him, he could see two figures, appearing to belong to people with a strong physique, standing close to each other, with their backs facing him, moving forward for them and away from him with small steps. He raised a brow at the sight of the strange men. However, his raised brow suddenly lowered itself while his eyes narrowed themselves, as he discovered something more in the unusual view.

Between the two dark, huge figures, he could see another silhouette, a comparatively smaller and thinner one, as the other two men shielding it from his gaze, occasionally shifted apart from each other as a result of their synchronised movements. The central figure, partially visible to him through the periodic shifting of the moving men, appeared to be skinny and tender as he saw her face covered by some lose tendrils of her hair, and blurred by the sheer blackness of the dark night. She was inching backwards as she faced the men who were coming closer to her with the same pace, her feminine body showing some sort of fear with one of her hands clutching her long decent kurti, while the other one raised in the air in front of them defensively.

As he saw her, his body unknowingly pushing itself away from the black metal, the dainty figure gradually appeared to become clearer. He sat there, tilting his head to the side, eyes still narrowed, with his one leg folded, on which his hand was resting, from which the bottle still hung. As he stared at them with an unshifted gaze, it took him no time to make out the expression of utter fear reflected on the feminine face, while he realised that the unpleasant voices disturbing his moments had been none other than the hoarse laughter of the huge figures approaching the lady with evil intentions evident in their gait as well as their croaky voice.

He jumped from the bonnet, landing straight on his feet, as he lifted his hand which held the bottle and glanced at the almost empty container, before throwing it with great force on the ground before him, shattering it to pieces, splashing the remaining liquid on the floor. The force of its din caused the three of them to turn towards him reflexively.
The men turned from opposite sides to look at him, revealing the central scared face of the lady more clearly, who was standing there with profound fear shining in her eyes. The other two men, whose faces had been covered with devious smirks earlier, now stared at him with somewhat horror lurking behind their lids, as he advanced his steps towards them.

The men stared at him frozen at their spot, as he stepped towards them, walking across the shattered pieces of glass, his proceeding steps successfully crushing each and every bit of the glass that lay in his path. The sound of his advancing steps mixed with the sound of the breaking glass arose fear in the hearts of the men,while the girl's eyes seemed to show some sort of hope for the first time as she continued to stare at him.

A glimpse of him. A glimpse of him had been enough to trigger the different emotions in the hearts of both the men as well as the tender woman standing before him, with entirely different sets of emotions reflected on their faces.

The men exchanged a worried glance, before continuing to stare at the approaching danger, while his gaze remained locked to the frozen figure at the centre, some stray tendrils of her straight, dark hair blowing across her face due to the cool breeze, still preventing him from having a full view of her face. Her long kurti was still clasped beneath her fingers tightly, while she stared directly at him, who continued to move straight ahead, his cold expressions and his narrowed gaze glued to her fearful eyes brimming with hope.

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