Chapter 2

Rishab wraps a jacket around her making a her wake up due to sudden contact .She smiles at him remembering a déjà vu where instead of Rishab Dipali wraps a jacket around him finding him alone in the mansion a few days after Hewas introduced as an Kundra ,

"Rishab you are here in my boutique?" She asks cheerfully as She stretches her hands and yawns making him Chuckle ,

"Dipali when will you stop sleeping while stitching?" ,

She pouts at him "So what brings the artist here ?"

"Tomorrow Dada is having a business party " He tells her disinterested

"I know it Rishab ..See I made a dress for myself " She shows him excitedly while He genuine smiles at her enthusiasm and gives her a thump up for her creation a Sleeves Black Floor touch Gown. Dipali is a Fashion Designer

"So what will you be wearing Rishab?" She asks excitedly whereas his face falls

"Aren't you attending ?" She asks sadly

"Leave about me Dipali ..Are you happy ?"

"What is there not to be happy Rishab?.."

"Even if Sultan brings a Date?.."

Her features changes just by the mere mention of his name

"It is his life.." She replies sadly

"How Long Will this go on Dipali ? --I can't see you like this .." He tells her tiredly

"Rishab Did you get into a fight Sultan?"

"Yes" He answers exasperatedly

"How many times Do I need to warn you stay away from him" She says enraged .

Rishab walks away telling "It is you have a bad taste of men --Dipali you need to follow your own advice"

A Lone tear slips down from her eyes.

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The Next Day

"How dare you dump me over a message ? " the Girl shouts at him furiously throwing fireballs through her eyes

"Hey what's wrong in that I added emoji 's too" He tells cheekily making her more angrier

"I am You are Woman"

Sultan laughs at her "My Women?..Aahh ...All the Women in the world are mine"

In a swift She had grabbed the drinks from his hands . Sultan flinches for a second wondering whether She is planning to throw it over him but visible relaxes seeing her gulping down

" Is it true that you grant a wish to the girls you dump ?"

"Yep Babe "

She takes out the keys of his new sports car and walks away cursing him

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"Where the Hell is Mr.Mukund Kundra ?" ,The Director and the producer yells frantically unable to locate him

Mishra , His Manager tries all his possible contacts to get him but the answer comes as switched off .Mukund Kundra is seen nonchalantly planning a piano humming to a song without a care to answer the incoming calls .

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Madhu is happy that She was able to at least save around Rs.60000 another Rs.40000 and She will be able to enter the college without a worry. She decides to celebrate her joy over an ice cream with her co workers in the restaurant but it seems that everyone has left behind .

"Hi Beautiful " She turns around to find the Kanji Aakhein in Front of her .

Madhu frowns not liking the way He approached yet She forces a smile "So how can I help you?"

"One Cone of Vanilla Flavored Ice cream" Sultan whispers in a husky voice

"Ya sure " Madhu frowns and hands it over to him

"So?"

"What So Mr.?"

"I need your time for three hours " He tells while devouring the ice cream

"Excuse Me?"

"You heard it right I need your time...you simply need to put an act tonight as my girlfriend "

"What?" She barks at him

"I can pay you ..You know I have lots of money.. "He boasts while Madhu is all deaf ears

"People who say are the least trustworthy and I am not any showpiece simply for you to purchase over?" She scoffs at him .

He simply dismisses her off pulls her hand and notes his number down ,

"You think you have the ability to buy my time?" She snaps at him

"See you Beautiful" He waves off and leaves the place .

***

Papa Today's is Maa's Death Anniversary ...Will you be coming ? 

Madhu messages hopefully each year She would wait for him to come but He never turned up .

She takes in a deep breath as always She is suppose to the attend the pooja alone .Madhu enters the mandir and closes her eyes to pray .A gush of wind passes by her tresses starts flying as The Dancer Joins beside her praying , They move either ways . She stops to See her Dupatta tangled in his watch as She turns to Look He as if in daze leans up .Their eyes get locked together .A Blurry vision comes by .

Hum hai Deewane Tere Deewane

Their eye lock gets broken as the pandit calls them out .He removes the Dupatta and Leaves

"Akdu" Madhu mutters seeing his expressionless face.

The Pooja's For their Mother's therefore Madhu's and Rishab's Mother is conducted separately at either places .

" You see that Boy His Mother Also died on the same day same time as your mother" The Pandit tells feeling sorry to Madhu for their loss .

She Faintly Smiles as She Sees Rishab. Feeling a Stare Rishab raises his head up to See her as She averts her gaze.

Hum hai Deewane Tere Deewane

"Miss.Malik you can join the college by the end of this month as we will be starting our academic year ..." The Receptionist informs her over a call .

Madhu eyes brightens up but falls when She mentions to at least make an admission of sRs.80000 as the first payment .She mutters a thank you and hangs up .

"Rs.20000 where will I go?...God help me " She prays when her eyes falls on the number on her hand it is a bit faded yet She could make out the numbers .

"Hello meet me at the park at 5".

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"Is the offer still valid ?"

Sultan Smirks at Madhu "So the Dabbang Women is back " He scoffs at her .

Madhu feels like walking away yet She tries to stay firm "I need Rs.20000 and I would be grateful if you pay me in cash "

"So What Do I get in return ?" Sultan asks with smirk .

Before She could ask He cuts off "Act as My Girlfriend for three hours tonight"

"What?"Madhu screeches and continues "Why?",

"You See My Dada is having a terminal illness and He may not last long so He wants to see me settle down " Sultan acts getting chocked up "There is a party tonight I want you to put an act for three hours " .

The Sob Story works however Madhu is Suspicious "If I get to know something is going behind my back ..Remember I would not think twice" She fists her palm while Sultan Flinches

"No no So Ms..".

"Madhu "

"Sultan" They shake their hands and get into his car .

When Sultan tries to take hold of her hand She twists his hands warning him.

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We See the Media Gathered up outside the Hotel Covering up the Business Party .

The Biggest Question of the Night "Will The Kundra Brothers Show up ?.Who have never been Seen together in Public ?"

There Enters The Casanova Sultan With A Girl on his Arms Breaking The Hearts of Million of Girls .Followed By the Rising Star Behind , Mukund Kundra , He warmly passes a smile for his fans and at last by not the least enters The Handsome Dancer Rishab Kundra .Wait a minute Did Hecome in a motorbike ?.

"Woow My Beauty looks Gorgeous " Sultan Comments at Madhu seeing her makeover Adorned in shoulder less Red Gown with a Simple Diamond Necklace With Stud Earrings and A Diamond Bracelet adorned She looked outrageously beautiful .

He takes hold of her hand He grips it tighter as She tries to pull back "You are my Girlfriend" He whispers as Madhu sighs .

"How Could you Sultan ?..Do this to Dips ?...Do you know how much is She hurt seeing your Casanova Behavior " Shreya ,Dipali's Friend , Furiously asks Sultan Seeing Madhu and him together

"Mind your own business Shreya ..And What Hurt?...I never Gave Dipali any reason ?"He snaps back at her .

Dipali notices from far Sultan and Shreya arguing over something .She tries to move closer to them but Noticing Madhu and Sultan's hands enclasped together her eyes fills as She furiously wipes away and walks away .She bumps into a Wall Dipali Looks up to see Rishab looking at her sadly and his gaze turns into anger noticing Madhu and Sultan Together

"Rishab please don't ?" Dipali holds Rishab's hand

"Mukund Meet Madhu my Girlfriend" Sultan introduces

"Hi" Mukund politely smiles while Madhu returns ,They are disturbed by the anchor

"Ladies and Gentlemen May I have your attention please " Bittuji Welcomes them warmly

Balraj Kundra Walks Down the Stairs With a Small Smile

"Good job Bittuji" He smiles at him seeing his Grandson's present .

His eyes catches attention when He notices Madhu with Sultan

"Who is She?" His expressions turns angrier knowing that She is mere down class ,

Faking a Smile He moves closer to Sultan "What is This Sultan?"He Furiously Whispers Faking a Smile.

Noticing the awry Madhu Feels a bit uncomfortable but Seeing the Sultan raising his voice "What do you Care Whether I date a sadak chap or high class ?"

She frowns at the insult but She cannot let him disrespect elders , Can she? Her mother had told her not to . That had been the main reason She never voiced over Roop her stepmom

"Apologize" She whispers sternly surprising Dada

"What?" Sultan Frowns

"I said Apologize" Madhu replies sternly having a straight face

"I will not" Sultan tells pissed.

She hits on his leg with her leg making him fall in his knees making him look like begging for forgiveness impressing Balraj

"I said Apologize " She tells again making

"Sorry " He mumbles with pain

Sure this women had done a PHD in Stunts..Madhu apologizes to Balraj Sincerely for the commotion and walks away while Rishab watches everything from far .

Sultan runs behind her and catches hold of her hand yelling at her the time is not up yet Madhu yanks his hand off .They are joined by Dipali ,

"Madhu right?"

"Yes" Madhu replies with a Smile

"I am Dipali ..Sultan's Childhood Friend" Dipali forwards her hand with a smile.

When Madhu Forwards her hand Dipali is pushed behind by Rishab who yells at Madhu" You are Doing this For money..Aren't you ashamed?...Are You So Desperate For money that you trapped Sultan?" He asks with utter disgust

"Just Stop it Rishab ..How dare you?" Sultan Shouts at him .

Rishab pulls out a stack of cash thrusts it in front of her face letting the money flutter to the ground as Madhu fumes at him

Sultan picks up the fallen cash and shoves it into Rishab's Hand warning him to not mess with "His woman." .

Rishab Scoffs at him taking offense of the title "Your Women ?..Bloody hell..How many Women Do you have Sultan?..Today She Tomorrow?"

"Just Shut up Rishab" Sultan replies enraged pulling him by the collar

"Sultan" Dipali Shouts furiously making Sultan to leave the hold on his collar. Dipali stomps off the place angrily wiping away furiously the tears that threaten to spill.

Rishab chases after Dipali,.Madhu Stomps after him. She catches up with him outside,

"What Do you think you are? Treating money so lightly .Do you even know the value of Money?." She scolds him .

Rishab tries to brushes her off fearing for Dipali But this Women, Rishab grabs her and pushes her up against a wall Caging her

"You Tiny Creature ..I do not have any interesting in listening your nonsense..Stay away from Sultan if you do not want to face me in future" He tells her flatly warning her as his mission is accomplished Rishab moves to leave when all of a sudden unexpectedly ,

Madhu yanks his arm and flips him around so that this time She's the one pinning Him to the wall. Few inches away from his face Madhu bravely retorts him delivering her own threat 'RishabKundra Stop mouthing about things you do not know? Don't you dare ever touch me again, that will be the day you die., Stay away from me got it ? "

The Two stare at each other angrily for few minutes. Rishab pushes her away showing his pointing his index finger clearly warning her as She narrows her brow and walks away. Madhu is caught up by Sultan who sincerely apologizes for everything and request her to stay back instead of replying Madhu strips off all the jewelries giving by him and pulls out his hands dropping off in his arms and walks leaving a shocked Sultan

"What just happened?" Sultan mumbles seeing her retreating figure.

Madhu trips off due to the glass slippers but She balances herself fuming. She tugs off the Slippers and chucks them and leaves the place. Sultan bends down on his one knee picking up the slippers ,

"Seems Like the Magic of Cinderella has Worn Off" He mutters looking at the direction She left.

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