If you already don't know, I have decided to quit being an admin of ranbiraliafc/ ranbir_aliafc (current) on Instagram! I knew I wouldn't manage it for long, this was in the back of my head ever since the origin, but I think I need to let go of this to be able to focus better ahead on my personal life and to be on the right track. 

So all you Ranlian fans, if you wanna stay in touch with me - send me a friend request on 'gemtheysay' (IG - personal page), follow me on Youtube - 'Jemi's World'. I might pull off from twitter as well but will be here on Wattpad and FROS will stay as well :) 

I can't promise to continue FROS forever, but I think I'll manage it until next year or so ...

All of you, my fc fam, can stay connected with me through Wattpad/Youtube/my personal Ig

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A L I A 

We are at the YRF stadium complex for Filmfare 2019. 

Wearing my black couture almost see through gown, I sashay my way through the red carpet to take my seat, allotted in the front row. Ranbir arrives a minute later, looking yum in his tuxedo glory, with that killer smile I'm weak for. 

To my surprise, Ranveer and Deepika are given a seat next to me and Ranbir. 

Strange and so done for publicity!

While I expect Padukone to seat herself next to me, she goes on to sit beside my boyfriend, followed by her husband on her other side. 

Bish what ?! 

I groan at the sandwich she created, rolling my eyes internally. I gotta keep up the 'good-girlfriend-not-pressed-by-old-ex' face, dear Lord help me! I am only human to feel a pinch of annoyance. Smashing my pride, I fake smile at the clown couple and turn my attention to the function. 

Few dance performances and award giving later, we are given a short break to drink water, have some cookies offered by the event, to chat and catch up on colleagues and to use restroom, or to change seats if needed. 

In that break, I decided to meet some of my old co -stars and directors. It feels great to come under a roof, once in an year, to celebrate our best. Most of my colleagues wished me in advance, believing I'll win the Best Actress in a Main Role, this year. I have a tiny feeling in me that says I'll do and so will Ranbir, and I kinda wanted both of us to win together and be there on the covers together with our black lady! 

As I thank them, my eyes fall on Bir, laughing at some lame joke (has to be lame if it's them) cracked by the The Royalty of PDA - Mr and Mrs Singh! Excusing my friends, I walk towards them with a straight face. As I near them, I could see her hands, touching what's mine. 

She's rubbing circles on his thigh! 

Where's my hammer ? 

Ranbir had his back to me ass he gave her all of his stupid naive attention as the gentlemen he is, whereas Deepika's face was clear as hell visible to me and going by the seductive glances she gave him, I could even see her father and mother in- law, sitting two rows behind us, looking tensed and disappointed ! 

Ranveer, get your girl and leave NOW! 

I wanted to scream and dig my nails on to my clown af co star, who was busy fanning Sara Ali Khan who had come to chat! Okay, I get where these two went wrong ... 

If only he could capture his wife's wavering attention for a bit longer than he used to during Ramleela , my life would have been so much better. 

Ranbir being true to his goody good self, is unaware of her wicked nature and I so hate that about him. When she threw sand on his face by harrassing and tainting his name on national television, laughed at him with Sonam like the mean girls they are over a humane mistake (which now I feel was given with the kind of maintenance she demands) for which he publicly had the guts/manhood to accept and apologize, I knew I hated her with a raw passion ! 

On screen I never saw her as my rival. I am my own competition and I'd like to cross my own bar. She is pretty average but is too exaggerated by the public for whatsoever 'outsider' reason! Ya, being Prakash Padukone's daughter, cast alongside SHAH RUKH KHAN in a Farah Khan directorial iconic film (featuring almost every bollywood stars for a single song) is a low key struggle! We can't relate, sorry. 

We aren't Rani sa :) 

But off screen I've tried to like her, only to failed. Yes she was cheated by Ranbir, I agree it was wrong. She could choose to NEVER be in touch/ stay away from the same guy who apparently was one of the reason behind her depression (her fans and public like to believe) but SHE DIDN'T. 

Here she is, idk how many years later, still being flirtish and having almost a soft corner for her ex, long after she's married and her so called ex has happily moved on. I can't help but feel nauseated at this thought. If she tries to act too smart with me, I won't sit back. I have worked my ass off to reach wherever I am, both in life and movies, and I wouldn't let someone else snatch away my reason of happiness. 

She can take my award but not my man ! 

I make my arrival known with a throat clearing, and she gives me a vile smirk and continues to chat with him like she didn't saw me. Two can play a game. 

"Tutu, how are you not jealous of being husband to a beautiful girl like your wife ?" I commented sarcastically, trying to cut down my tone to make it look like a compliment. He laughs adorably at the mention of his nickname I used to call since Gully Boy days, and looks over her in awe. My heart crunches at his devotion and her lack of ugh....you know !

"She has only eyes for me so I'm sorted" he exclaims like the blind fool he is. I wanted to gag and laugh like a manic at the irony cause she was clearly gazing at Ranbir who was on his phone, while her husband said those words. 

"Have you ever felt jealous Alia ?" asks Ranveer ...

Me ? Nah! I'm so enjoying the show you see. 

"He's all mine so no worries buddy. Except if someone tries to snatch what's mine, they can wait for my claw" I spoke with a sudden renewed spirit, eyes pride, lacing my fingers with my man, who looks at me surprisingly while he speaks on the phone. His eyes softens for me like it has for no one else and I melt, for a moment, forgetting every other bitch out there drooling over him or trying to mark him as theirs. 

From my peripheral view, I saw poor girl refraining her eyes from us in a taken aback / upset demeanour, turning back to her husband as she rightly should for the all the time he walks behind her like a lost puppy! 

The show continues and we clap and hoot for our friend's trophy win and performances. Soon the vacant spaces next to us is filled as Ayushmann Khurrana and Vicky Kaushal plomps next to us, making myself and Ranbir, feel more relaxed with their nonstop jokes and commentaries. The four of us were having a ball of a time, with me almost forgetting the existence of the other two and that's when my friend, come ex No ! 

Okay, give me some chill girls. 

Katrina who arrived quite late for the show, had to cross path with us naturally and she and I greeted each other like mature friends. But Ranbir 'had to' get up from his throne and hug her, eliciting an insane media flash game! 

Damn you ! 

I respect both of them to have parted ways in a more matured and responsible way than what Ranbir had with Deepika, and the hug game was still fine, but he should keep his calm around paps and tabloids who are waiting to write us off. They are in desperate search for a scandal and they got their tiny little item. 

"Ranbir spotted having 'fun' with BOTH IS EXES while ALIA BHATT, his current (like he has a great string of them) girlfriend, sulks" 

Vicky whispers to me "You should take your award and leave. Today's not your day dost." His electric laugh made me want to whack him playfully but it hit where it had to. Neetu maa was tight. Ranbir couldn't say no to anyone and that landed him a lot of wrong relations and pot holes! Sometimes you should just stop being too good ... 

"Apna time aayega" I winked back at him with a sudden glint of confidence. I wasn't loosing this game. Not when I have him as mine. 

A couple more winnings later came the most sought out Best Actor (Male & Female) in a Lead role categories, the last two finale trophies. This was our chance to shine and I prayed with all my heart for us to win. If not me, atleast him, Lord! He deserves to have this. 

My heart galloped in my chest as I waited for Subhash Ghai Sir to end his poetry of suspense. 

"ALIA BHATT" 

I could only hear that and the rest became too blurred! 

Ranbir who had a similar scared face, broke into one of his most endearing full blown pretty smile that could melt glaciers. He watched me with love and my heart slipped with every glance of his. Stop pleaseeee ...

After hugging him, I wobbly walked up to receive my award. 

Having thanked almost everyone out there, I held my breath. This was a risky blow but enough to shut a lot of mouth. More than that I wanted to do this to accept our love publicly, for I wasn't ashamed of what we had. It was purer than a lot of superficial one's out there. 

With all the courage instilled in my soul I began to close my speech by acknowledging my one true sunshine, my happy pill who made these two years so much worthwhile ! 

"Last but not the least ....my special one" 

I turned dramatically towards where he sat while he sat there with a bulb watt smile, almost scared to know where I was heading. He's too shy with confessions and all. And going by his current face, he would be flushed dead by the time I end mine.

I gave him a sensual gratitude smile and spoke "Thank you for making my eyes shine and my heart smile. I love you." 

Before I could comprehend whatever the heck I had just blurted out, the crowd broke into a hysterical applause and a lot of 'ooohs and aaahs' right in the middle of their sleepy midnight mood. Ranbir gave a silent chuckle and covered his beetroot red face with his one hand and I knew he was gone ! 

Deepika had her eyebrows squinted at first and then gave a fake smile but of course the editing  team won't put that up. They rather chose to keep her looking at him teasingly with a laugh clip in the same way they put a poker faced Katrina clip edited with my confession. Though in real Kat smiled a bit at my bravery. 

I claimed our love on the biggest event of Indian cinema like a pro and I would never regret doing so! It came straight from my heart and proved to be quite resourceful than I expected. Cause when I walked back to my seat, someone kept to themselve until the very end while Ranbir held my hand with a shy school boy expression. 

Giving a smug expression to Vicky who had his mouth open wide at my open win, I laced my hands with Ranbir once again, this time firm and tight. 

You test my patience, I'll see that you're done ! 

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NOTE : Okay so maybe some of you might not like this chapter and would get offended, which I clearly do NOT care about :D but just to help you with it, skip this one if your a Dp/RS crazen ! It's pretty obvious I dislike them and whatever I've written is what I feel about them lol but it could be both right or wrong, we never know. 

This was just a chapter to fictionally show that even naive Alia can be savage when she has to ! Though in real life she's nothing but this! So please don't curse my baby girl. She ain't as fierce as me lmao xD She's tooooo good for the world and hence can't read btw lines ;) 

So how many points for kickass girlfriend of Bir ? 

I didn't have the creative punch to write a regular ff on filmfare shot so I changed the plot to this. I hope you enjoyed this punch :P if not everyone ! 

ranbir_aliafc on Instagram won't be deleted so chill. I'm putting up Farwell / Three Years of our journey compilation movie like videos on the fc so do check em out. Will officially resign tomorrow :( 

This was an unexpected rather quick update for October. Please don't ask for more. I still need to complete DWB's last chapter and get back to NEQ's chapter as well ugh -.- 

Thank you for the love, understanding and support xoxo,

Love and light,

Jemi :)