Monday, 25 May 2015

Part 5; important note below!

Hello, readers. I am posting Part 5 today on demand. This chapter may be slightly tragic; so please brace yourselves. You can post your comments in the CC link I am posting here.

Disclaimer : Purely a work of fiction. Characters may be real but the story is entirely a fictional account.

Part 5
“Good afternoon, Pari….we meet again….” the man spoke in a warm yet discerning voice. She barely heard him speak; his unexpected appearance had left her somewhat unresponsive. Seeing his face had shaken her up; she felt like the Pari from three months ago. She thought that nothing ever in the world could remind her of that horrific night again, but she had been sorely mistaken. The numb girl cast a glance at the person who had attempted to rape her; he showed absolutely no remorse even then. Rather he was enjoying the effect he was having on her and was studying the steady change in her expressions ever since she had come in. After a long bout of silence, he finally spoke up, “So…you came here to meet me regarding the crew…” His words hit her ears like lightening; she finally recovered from the shock, “Where is Meeta ma’am? And why are you in her office?” The man smirked, he was expecting this question, “Let’s just say Meeta ma’am was tired of her show….or rather her cast and crew…so she decided to hand the production over to me…” “You are lying!” she raised her voice, “I am sure you must have done something…she was extremely dedicated to the show!” Her eyes were glaring at him; he just continued to look into them and smirked, “Unfortunately, I am not lying…I am the producer of Jodha Akbar now…and may I know…what makes you have such a high opinion about Meeta? Was she so good in bed…that you have fallen in love with her?” He cheekily asked her, while she could only feel disgusted with the trash talk his mouth was churning out, “You know…you are just deplorable…I don’t even want to take your name while addressing...” “So, you did sleep with her…interesting…I never knew you liked women…Looks like I made a mistake in identifying you that night…” Pari didn’t know what she was feeling; was it anger at his cheap comments or was it just fear after he had made a mention about that night? But she was definitely sure of one thing; this ruthless person in front of her was trying to malign Meeta, “How dare you! Don’t you have any respect for women? You are talking so shamelessly about Meeta ma’am; I know you don’t hold me in high regard, but at least respect that woman who has a higher standing than you!” she was shouting and didn’t mind if the whole world knew what kind of a cheap and absolutely horrible person he was. Rajat just smirked at her, the words from her mouth seemed like that of a clairvoyant. “Paridhi ji, I am not maligning anyone…I am just saying the truth. Just like how I sleep with aspiring actresses, Meeta likes to do the same with hers. In simpler words, she is a lesbian…” Her eyes widened at his accusation; she wasn’t convinced, “I don’t believe you….she never tried anything untoward with me…and even if she was a lesbian…she’d be much better than you….” “Looks like you need to be shown something…it may open your eyes…clear out your misconceptions…”
He pulled out his phone and began playing the video; the same one he had shown Meeta when blackmailing her. At first, Pari watched intently and recognised the woman. However, she gaped in shock as the perfectly normal video became sleazy. It was obviously difficult to believe, not that Meeta’s sexual orientation would have bothered her much. Whatever may have been the case, she was a woman of great principles; unlike the man who was standing in front of her. The playback reached a point where it was getting too much for her sensibilities and asked him to stop it.
The man took the phone away, flashing a sly grin while she refused to cast another look at him. “So…now do you believe…that your holier than thou Meeta is not…like any of us?” “Whatever it may be…she helped me regain my confidence…and the kind of person you are, I am sure you must have blackmailed her…” she spoke in a voice laced with anger. He let out a slight chuckle; her anger only giving him the required humour, “See…my Pari knows me so well…I didn’t even say a word yet she figured out….” “Dare you ever say that again! I am not yours…And I would appreciate it if you didn’t take my name from your filthy mouth…” “What if I call you my Angel? Will that appeal to you?” “Shut up! You are nothing but a cruel, selfish man…I thought you would at least have realised your wrongdoing…but you are absolutely remorseless! If I had a choice, I wouldn’t even look at you…but I can’t see my colleagues suffer…so I am repeating myself for the last time; please don’t cause so much trouble to them…they are innocent and many have taken ill…the rules ought to be changed…”
“What if I say, that I won’t change them until I get something in return?” the man cheesily asked, as Pari was shocked by his audacity. “You are so greedy…you already have everything! What else do you want?” “I only want something from you…and once I have that…things will be back to normal…”    
She was flabbergasted; this man still had the gall to ask her a favour. He had no idea, absolutely no idea the amount of torment and trauma she had faced because of him. Instead of apologizing to her, he was acting shamelessly demanding. Ever since he had revealed himself to her, she wanted to run far away to a place where he wouldn’t have been able to find her. She could sense the darkness in his eyes; the same one she had seen when he had tried to force himself on her. Her sixth sense signalled her that trouble was brewing and it was better if she left the place without further ado. But her heart was still sensitive; she couldn’t think of herself whilst letting her colleagues suffer. She wouldn’t have ever been able to forgive herself if that happened. She decided to put up with his cheekiness for their sake, “Okay…what must I do…to stop all this?” Her lips quivered as she spoke, while the man couldn’t stop looking at them. They looked absolutely luscious, and her royal attire made her look nothing less than a blessing from the heavens. Only he knew how much he wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her senselessly. But one wrong move and he could have lost her again; so treading carefully seemed to be the best option, though less appealing. “Hmm…” the man went over to his desk and picked up a file, “Since, I am the producer now….The contracts for the cast have been revised…this is yours…only if you sign it will I promise to change the rules…” Pari walked towards him and took it from his hand, while he took the chance and placed it over hers. She squirmed at his touch, as it brought back not-so-fond memories. The girl fervently tried to free her hand, but this man was not only strong, he was also adamant. He smirked looking straight into her doe-shaped eyes, which were filled with fear and disgust. He freed her while she heaved sigh of relief, and began reading the contract.
At first, it seemed like a very normal contract, stating the things she was supposed to abide by and her working hours. As she went on, however, the clauses stunned her and she ultimately reached the last clause. She felt that she had been electrocuted; a lone tear escaped her eye as her colour ran out. Her hands slowly shut the file and she kept it on the table. A long silence ensued, which was broken by her soft yet firm voice, “How could you…how could you ever think that I would agree to that clause! I will never sign this! You and your contract can go to hell!” She turned around to leave the office, but he clutched her hand tightly. The girl began squirming in pain, “You sick bastard! Let me go!” “So much anger isn’t good, Pari…my jaan…” Her eyes widened and she began yelling, “Don’t you fucking call me that! I swear I will kill you!” Her words angered him; she was speaking way too much. He wanted to shut her up and letting his warm breath linger over her was the best way; so much that it began raking up fear and disgust in her. The man ultimately did the inevitable; and pinned her against the wall. The anger from before persisted a while longer; before making its way for pure terror. He was happy, she was finally where she belonged; with him. Now that she was within his reach, he didn’t want to let her go. She looked nothing short of stunning in the princess’ attire. The distance between them was minimal, and had been reduced by none other than him. She was terrorized; his warm breath was scalding. He pushed her against the wall, trapping her with his arms while she pulled her hands close to her body, her breathing getting heavier. She was on the verge of tears, “Please….please….let me go…..” He smirked, rubbing his body against her, “No…now that I have found you….I won’t ever….no one can take you away from my clutches…” He rubbed his lips all over her face, roughly. She began weeping terribly; his touch felt as if a dagger was being stabbed into her. Her tears weren’t bothering him one bit; all he cared at that point was about his own longing and suffering. She had only recovered from the previous ordeal; but there seemed no end to her trauma. Her muscles felt numb but she couldn’t push him off. The man in hunger bit her cheeks, making her shriek in pain. It was then she decided that it was enough and pushed him away with all her might. He stumbled, but ultimately regained his balance. Pari looked at him with angry eyes; her make-up and hair were ruined because of his heckling. She was extremely scared from inside but didn’t want to acquaint him with her vulnerability. Rajat just smirked; her eyes seemed much more beautiful in anger. “I am not waiting here a second longer…I don’t ever want to see your face again!” She rushed towards the door, when he spoke up, “Okay, so from today you are no longer a part of Jodha Akbar…” She froze in her tracks and couldn’t believe her ears. The amount of hard work and dedication she had put in to reach this far seemed to be in vain. “Yes, from today itself…you may resign…” His confirmation shattered her faith; her life was still in hands of the devil. The situation had become dire and if she lost her job, there was no way she could repay the instalments on things he had bought. Getting another show as the lead would be impossible; Rajat was very cunning and would spread false stories of her unprofessionalism in the industry. It would damage her career permanently, and she could be left unemployed. “But I don’t want to resign! Who are you to throw me out!” she yelled, while the man sheepishly replied to her, “Baby, I am the producer now…I can do whatever I wish! If you still want to remain a part of the show…the contract needs to be signed!” There was firmness in his voice; no way in hell was he going to let her call the shots anymore. She also sensed the change, and had a range of emotions surging through her. Straining her mind, she ultimately succumbed to the pressure, “Okay, I will sign the contract…but I am not going to agree with the last clause …” “Which clause are you specifically referring to?” “The clause which states that I will have to marry you….I would die than become your wife!” she yelled. He smiled and sat at his table, while she stared at him in anger and confusion. The man’s thoughts seemed like a mystery and it was difficult to gauge his wretched thinking.
“Why are you smiling? Did you not hear what I said?” his cheekiness was getting to her nerves, but he was enjoying at her expense. “Pari…I can remove the clause…” she heaved a sigh of relief as he went on, “But there are conditions…” The word ‘conditions’ was enough to put her into a quandary; something sinister was probably up in his mind. “What conditions are you talking about? Haven’t you had enough ruining all our lives?” “Paridhi…I get what I want at any cost…I don’t keep a score on life ruinage…that’s none of my business…any way, coming to the point….If I omit the said clause from the contract…then….I am liable to fire the entire crew and hire a new one in its place….” Pari was flabbergasted; she obviously didn’t want the crew to lose their jobs and go hungry. But at that point, her own life was on the verge of ruin and she couldn’t afford to sacrifice her happiness for their sake. Getting married to the man she loved was her dream and no compromise was going to occur on that front. “Alright…do whatever you have to…but I won’t agree to that clause…” “Oh really….what ever happened to the ever-sensitive Paridhi?” “I can’t afford to be selfless here….it is a question of my life…” Rajat smirked at her; the time had finally come to use his trump card, “Hmm…what if I say…that I auditioned your sister, Preeti? And that she has been selected? Its only matter of time before I lay my hands on her…” Paridhi was shocked to hear the mention of her sister; she began having doubts that he was keeping a track of her movements, “You are such a creep….bloody stalker! I am sure this is one of your tricks…stop lying!” she almost roared, but he remained composed. “I am not lying…she came to audition for a role last week…and made a mention of you being her older sister…and I am sure you wouldn’t want her to get deflowered so soon…”
“What….what rubbish is this…” she was at loss for words, “Mumma never told me a thing about Preeti coming to audition….” “That’s because she ran away from home…your mother probably didn’t want to tell you cause she didn’t want you to worry….but yes, I did provide her with accommodation….so she owes me…the debt can only be settled in one way…” “No! No way are you going to lay your dirty hands on her!” she yelled, as tears began flowing. An hour had passed by yet she hadn’t realised. The longer she waited, the more she felt being pushed towards hell. “So…we need a settlement here….you will have to accept the last clause or else, you will be plagued by bad luck thanks to the curses of the unemployed crew and I will spend a night with your sister….” She rued thoughtfully, it was a tough choice. But there was no way she could let her sister suffer; she wouldn’t have been able to forgive herself. Rajat smirked seeing the lines of worry on her forehead; there was no way out for her. She had to accept his conditions, and he had already built enough pressure on her. Pari could sense her thinking power blurring by the minute. The stress eventually got to her and the poor girl broke down. This was the end; she finally arrived at a decision. “I…I…accept the last clause….to be your lawfully wedded wife…” there was no stopping to the tears; her life had been single-handedly ruined by him in just a matter of an hour. He smirked; she was finally going to be his possession! His heavy planning had borne fruit, nothing could stop him. “We will have a simple court marriage in two weeks’ time…you can call your family if you wish…but dare you tell them that this is an agreement…or else you know what I am capable of…” “Just two weeks…why? Hasn’t that sadistic mind of yours had enough happiness?” “No…it hasn’t….I want you in my clutches sooner…you see, I won’t rest in peace till I have you….anyway, you must go back to the set now…I will keep you informed…”
Two weeks later, Mumbai Family Court, Bandra
She waited anxiously in the sweltering heat, trying to contain her tears. The past two weeks had been horrible; the word had somehow spread around the set and she was constantly reminded that she was to marry him. No one knew the entire truth, and everyone had just assumed they were in love. Her mother and sister stood by her side, waiting for his arrival. The bride was dressed in a heavily embroidered saree with minimal jewellery; it was hardly the momentous occasion she had dreamed of. The groom arrived in his car, and stepped out with his director friend. He was immaculately dressed in a smart suit and aviators adorned his face. He smirked at the bride, while she didn’t want to even cast a look at him. He walked up to the family, and greeted them. Pari’s mother smiled; she was thrilled at the idea of having Rajat as her son-in-law. Ever since the daughter had informed her about him, she wasted no time in accepting the alliance and was more than happy to have them wed at the earliest. Preeti looked up dotingly at her to-be brother-in-law, and felt lucky that her producer was now going to be family.
The bride and groom, walked into the court where an appointment had been fixed. Rajat’s friend was supposed to sign as a witness from his side, while Pari’s mother was her witness. The two of them signed on the documents and were pronounced legally wed. Pari was glad for the ordeal to be over; her hands were shaking with fear as a mere parchment sealed her fate. She wanted to press her face into a pillow and cry; it was all she had done into the days leading up to her ‘wedding’. She could even sympathize with Jodha; she was being forced to marry the person she hated only to save her family. Since she herself was undergoing personal turmoil, it was becoming easy for her to bring out the required sadness on screen. There was pain, sadness and betrayal in her being; life had been unkind. After the formalities were completed, she sat in Rajat’s car and they began heading towards his farm house in Karjat. She made it a point not to even look at him, while he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked beautiful, and now that she was his wife he had exclusive rights over her!

Precap – He grabbed her shoulders tightly, his nails sunk in through the fabric of her blouse. She began wailing in pain, “Rajat…please…you are hurting me…” The man looked at her with hungry eyes, “No way….I have waited for this moment since the past three months…” He pulled the pallu off her shoulder and threw her on the bed, while she tried to cover herself. He climbed over her like a wild beast, she was continuously wailing. He began touching her bosom, and was soon kneading them roughly with both his hands. She shouted out, “Please…please….stop it! It is paining! Please…please…please” Her words fell on deaf ears; he was only paying heed to his inner desires, his inner impatience. He squished them with both his hands and tugged on the blouse, making the hooks break. The flow of tears wasn’t ceasing; she was pleading him to stop. He laid his hands on her brassiere and just froze, all of a sudden.

I hope that was a worthwhile read. Please do your leave your comments :)

Note:I do not support any kind of abuse meted out to women, and like everyone else feel that it should be reported. However, in India, rape or molestation occurring within the confines of a marriage is not considered an offence. But it is very important to know that such a problem does exist. It is for that reason I am using it in my story to create awareness about it. No one has the right to force you to do something you don't wish to.

Thursday, 14 May 2015

New OS; Baby Doll

Hello, my dear readers! I am posting an OS which I wrote on request of my dear friend Arushi! For all my IF buddies, I will be starting a CC on which you all can post your comments! You can leave your comments about the blog story there as well! Here is the link

Disclaimer : Mature content, with a lot of graphic sexual descriptions. Strictly 18+ :D

Happy reading!

~~Baby Doll~~

Jalal returned from office that evening, waiting to relax and unwind after a long day at work. Thoughts of her were still running in his mind; she never failed to impress him and that day had been no exception. Her presentation on the Annual Sales of the company had blown him away and he couldn’t stop raving about her.

He had always found her attractive, but respected the boundaries of employer and employee which they shared. Not to mention, she was almost 6 years his junior and she had landed her first job in his company. In spite of the facts being known, he felt different; he felt something more than what he should have and something that he believed wasn’t right. In his company, a relationship between colleagues was definitely something that was not encouraged since it affected the quality of work.

He sat at the dinner table, the frustration taking over his being. He stuffed another morsel into his mouth; his own principles had begun plaguing him, affecting his peace of mind. He always had in mind that he wouldn’t give into the matters of the heart within his company; but the inevitable had ultimately happened. He was deeply and irrevocably in love with her. He sighed at his helplessness and continued eating; nothing could be done. She was not only beautiful but also intellectually gifted as well. The company had hired her six months ago; with their interactions being limited initially. However, her lively and outgoing personality eventually got him to open up and they began conversing on a regular basis. She had a heart of gold, and he had begun steadily falling in love with her.

At that point, something within urged him to take charge of his life. He couldn’t let his rules ruin his very chance at true love. He ultimately made up his mind, “I will confess my feelings the first thing I meet her; holding back will only ruin my life…I can’t let go of her!”

He finished eating, and after putting away the plate, he heard the doorbell ring. “Who could it be at this time?” he wondered. It rang again; he rushed to open the door. The visitor was none other than Jodha and her eyes were red, presumably from crying too much. He was about to ask her, when she entered inside and gave him a tight hug. Tears had begun flowing freely leaving him immensely worried. He spoke up, the panic visible through his voice, “What happened, Jodha? Are you okay? Why are you crying?” She replied back in a teary voice, “Sir, I think I have fallen in love with you….but I just went through the company circular…I could get fired…but I don’t…” “Shh! Don’t worry!” he rested his forehead against hers as she slowly shut her eyes, “I am there for you…I will protect you....always…” He looked into her eyes lovingly and pulled in for a kiss; leaving her shocked. At first, he nibbled her lips very softly, while she remained still. He ran his tongue over her lips, and eventually parted them. He slid it into her mouth, feeling each and every contour. She eventually let go of her passiveness, and began kissing him back. The kiss soon escalated into a passionate one, with both of them tasting each other. They rolled their tongues over each other’s, their saliva mingled. Jalal bit her lips and tongue slightly; she let out a slight moan. Both eventually pulled apart, Jalal’s breathing being heavily ragged. Jodha was blushing in shyness, she looked away from him. He smiled and tilted her chin upwards to look into her big, beautiful eyes; all he could see was raw desire and passion. It was useless to hold it back any longer; he picked her up in his arms. Her eyes widened, “Umm…Sir where are we going?” “Jalal…just call me that…” he said in a husky voice. “Jalal, where are you taking me?” He replied in a seductive tone, “Just be patient, baby doll….all your queries will soon be sorted…”

He carried her to his room and laid her on the bed so delicately, as if she was made of glass. She felt very comfortable, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I’ll be right back….” He left the room, only to enter with some sort of a basket, covered in cellophane paper and laid it on the bedside table. She got up, and saw it filled with all different kinds of items…looking more like a gift hamper. He began unwrapping it, while Jodha stared at him dumb-founded, “Jalal, what are you up to?” He held her by the shoulders and made her lie down, “Just wait, baby doll…the best part is yet to start!”

After successfully unwrapping the package, he began undressing her and soon she was only in her undergarments. He took off his t-shirt, and picked up a grape from the basket. Delicately placing it on her navel, he lowered his mouth and bit it to release the juice, which began flowing to the sides of her belly. She squirmed feeling the runny liquid, while he wasted no time and began drinking it. His tongue lingered all over her belly and sucked hard on her navel, making her moan in pleasure. He pulled out an entire bunch, systematically laid out the fruit all over her belly and did the same with each. The juice released was obviously more and he smirked, “I can’t wait to drink it all….it will taste even better on you…” She gulped in anticipation, he began drinking it and her breathing got heavier each time he laid his lips.

After the grapes, he pulled out a peach and took a bite. He leaned in towards her face and kissed her passionately, allowing her to taste the sweetness. She mingled her tongue with his, and pulled the stray piece of fruit into her mouth. He smirked at her naughtiness, and bit in for another piece. Planting his lips on her neck, he began kissing her wildly, biting and nibbling her skin, which left her moaning loudly. She felt the leaking juice mixed with his saliva forming a trail. He eventually made his way between her bosom, the juice wetting the bridge of her bra.

Jalal got up and pulled of his pants, returning to her in just his underwear. Jodha saw his aroused manhood creating a bulge; shyness engulfed her being. He climbed over her, flashing a sly grin and stripped her of her undergarments. She now lay below him completely nude, leaving him completely amazed. She looked beautiful without any clothing; almost like a seductress. While she was eagerly anticipating his next move, he was eager to show what he had in store for her.

He pulled out a box of chocolates, there was an assortment. Picking up one, he placed it on her breast and began spreading it all over the mound with his mouth. The chocolate being soft only helped in his task. After the piece disintegrated, he stuck his tongue out and began licking it off her breast. On reaching her nipples, he let it linger; feeling nothing less than velvet. It was extremely arousing and exhilarating for her, he could feel her nipple harden as he rolled his tongue over it. She screamed out his name loudly and he couldn’t help but feel happy. He repeated the same with the other breast and the pleasure doubled for her. She began scratching his back with her nails, leaving signs of her pleasure. He also smeared some chocolate on her belly and began eating it, giving her soft bites as he went on. She let out her pleasure in the form of a moan and clutched his hair tightly, not wanting to let him go.

“Jalal, please enter me…I can’t take it any longer!” she uttered softly. However, he was in no mood to end it all just yet. He spoke seductively, “Baby doll, not yet…I haven’t even reached the best part…let’s see what is next on the list….” Reaching out to the hamper and pulled out a spray-can, which read ‘whipped-cream.’ “Umm…I just love this…can’t wait to eat this off you…” He shook the can and swirled the cream all over her breasts, covering each of them completely. She felt a bit cold, but was anticipating his next move. He began eating it, and slowly made his way to her bare skin. He sucked and bit hard on her breast, squeezing it in his mouth like a child. She just kept screaming, his teeth giving her more pleasure than pain. Her hands made their way to his underwear and she began pulling it down, in an attempt to free his manhood. She was ultimately successful, and he smirked at her boldness.

On being urged, she slowly parted her legs and he sprayed some cream on her inner thighs and legs. He ate it off, kissing and biting her near the core, while she felt a new gush of pleasure through her body. He loved her taste and was relishing to his heart’s content. He planted soft kisses all over her legs, her breathing escalated. She could feel the stickiness all over her body. He also licked off the cream which he put on her arms. The can ultimately emptied out, and he smirked, “See, I used the entire thing…you are so delicious…” “Jalal…now please…” “Uh..uh! There are some more interesting things I want to try on you!”

His eyes flicked to the inside of the basket and lit up instantly. He roughly made her get up and sit on his lap. She could feel him up against her core, as her curiosity increased, “What has gotten you so excited?” “Baby doll, just wait and watch…” He pulled out the bottle of champagne, her eyes widened, “How are you going to open that?” “Baby doll, you just relax. I will do it…” He had a wine-bottle opener within his reach and opened it, the liquid gushing out. He quickly poured it all over her shoulders and it flowed down. He tried to catch up with the trail and drank it, while the champagne and his mouth made her feel warm. Pressing his tongue all over her upper body he tasted her again, probably for the umpteenth time. Yet somehow, he could never tire of it. He ultimately emptied the entire bottle and drank, biting her bosom hard. She came all over his legs, he whispered in her ear, “You are such a naughty, naughty girl….” She was blushing at his audacity, but he wasn’t done. He began pinching her nipples to tease her again, and he heard her scream. She was finally reaching the last level of her tolerance; she needed him inside soon! “Jalal, please….I will just…” “Uh…uh. Just one more thing remaining…”

He threw her down on the bed, and began pushing his fingers in and out of her core; she was so wet. She yelled, “Please…please Jalal!” He took out a jar of honey from the hamper and poured some on her core. She squirmed as he lowered himself towards her and began tasting. He bit her sharply, and she clutched the bed in frustration and pleasure. He drank all the juice and honey, and he slightly entered his tongue into her. She was breathing heavily; it was nothing less than sweet torture.

He rose up and slowly inserted himself inside her, smoothly. He thrust hard into her; her moans only encouraging him. He began kissing her wildly, his body moving rhythmically against hers. Their hearts were beating fast; it was a new surge of energy they were feeling. He thrust more, and both mutually attained climax. He collapsed on her, still being inside as she put her arms around him and made him rest his head on her bosom.

“Jalal, I have gotten really sticky…can we cuddle after a bath?” she asked him innocently. “Wait, baby doll” he quipped, “I also want to bathe, let’s just go in together. We can have more then!” he said naughtily, hoping for a second shower round!

Hope everyone liked reading the OS! Do leave your comments on the thread!

Tuesday, 5 May 2015

Part 4

Hello all my dear readers. I apologize for the delay in updating. Here is Part 4

I would like to dedicate this update to meeramiss18, whose birthday was a few days back...A very belated Happy Birthday dear! :*

Another dedication goes out to Alz, who encouraged me not to lose hope!

More dedications to PP Jaan, Sush, Rutuja, Indu, Shalu, Arushi, Mehak....I love you guys! :*<3

Thanks Rutuja for this beautiful siggy! :*

Part 4
He finally returned to Karjat that night, in anticipation of the next morning. He wasn’t bothering about the rest of the formalities; as per his choice, Meeta had not yet informed the crew about the changes in production. He was confident about handling two shows, though he was no task master like Meeta, who handled a dozen at once. Jumping from one set to another was all he had to do; though he made up his mind of spending more time on the set of the historical for obvious reasons. His bed was neatly laid out, and he was ready to call it a day. The eagerness, or rather the desperation was getting to him. He wasn’t interested in the show; Pari was all he wanted. “I should meet her tomorrow right away. She has every right to know…or maybe no…I should just let things roll…let me put my plan in action…” he smirked, staring at the ceiling.
There was a grave reason as to why he didn’t want to reveal himself so early. In the midst of the acquisition, another problem had cropped up; but he was the least fazed by it. He very well knew that his sudden appearance would cause the leading lady to run away, and it would ruin everything. Playing mind games was his forte, and he wouldn’t think twice before manipulating anyone for his benefit. He was indeed a devil, and at that moment all he could think of was touching and running his lips and tongue all over her golden skin, “Time is moving slower than ever…but I am certain that you are closer than before…nothing can shield you from me…your biggest nightmare is coming true!”
The next day
“Hmm…such a lovely sunrise!” she chirped, standing at the window while sipping her tea. The pleasant morning seemed to be a start to another eventful and amazing day. She couldn’t wait to get to the set anymore; never had she felt the pressures of work there. Everyone was like a family and supported each other. Pari even prepared meals for the cast and crew at times, and they relished her cooking. She felt more than glad to oblige to their requests. Her call time was just two hours away yet she didn’t want to move from the window, which gave her a beautiful view of the mountains. Whenever she was in turmoil, looking at the splendid view from the window calmed her. Though she had recovered from the abuse, sitting idle often flashed the haunting scenes in her head. It was for the same reason that she kept her busy at all times, but trusting men was still a bit difficult. She had the most supportive co-stars, and a co-operative crew but a fear had set within her; the fear that he would find her and inflict the torture on her once again, albeit with renewed vengeance. She thought of visiting a psychiatrist many times, but dropped the idea. The show had just begun airing and any negative publicity could result in disastrous consequences. Her chain of thoughts was broken by the sudden ringing of her phone. She took the call; it was from the make-up head, “Ma’am, we need you to be a bit early today…” “Hmm…what happened?” “Actually, director ji told us that…we need a bit more detailing on the make-up and it takes time….” her voice trailed off. Pari replied in a calming voice, “Arre, why are you so tensed? It’s alright…I’ll be there early…”
After bathing, she readied to leave, the excitement on her face being persistent. She left the room, having absolutely no idea that things were going to take a shocking turn from that very day and that its repercussions would wreak havoc in her life.
“Good…have you arranged for my staff to monitor the crew?” he enquired with the ‘manager’ whom he had hired to be present on the set in his absence, “Yes, sir…we have a well-equipped team…” “And…did you tell them about the set of rules which I have set? And that they need to be strictly adhered to?” “Y….yes sir…I have handed them each a copy…and they will be distributed…” “Okay, I am counting on you till I am available personally…I am sure you will do a good job of it…”
Pari was ready, but she had yet not been called to shoot for her scenes. She sat in her air-conditioned make-up room reading a book, wondering what was causing the delay. Even when she had reported to the sets that day, there was an eerie silence among the crew members. None of them were talking even a word; many had a look of fear on their faces. Everything seemed too unusual; she also noticed that the director had changed. “Pata nahi kya hua hai….the entire atmosphere is just too serious…I hope nothing grave has happened…” She heard a knock all of a sudden; it was the assistant director, “Ma’am, you’re shot is ready…” “Alright I am coming….but what is the matter? Why is everyone so scared and hushed?” “Umm…nothing ma’am…everyone is just fine…I better go now…” “Arre…wait!” she called out, as he scurried out. His approach had left her dumb-founded; many questions had begun cropping up in her mind. The usually friendly, warm staff had begun acting in a very cold manner and it was troubling her to see them like that, “Hmm…I better go to the set….”
She entered the set, and saw the light crew setting up the illuminators, and the sound crew positioning the boom mics. The entire scenario was pensive; looking around she saw that everyone was standing and chairs had been provided only to the director and the cameraman. All her co-stars were standing aside, the look of discomfort on their faces visible. She went up to them, an expression of worry lacing her face, “Hi Prince, why are all of standing?” “Oh Pari, hi….we have been like this for an hour….” The look of shock descended on her face; everything seemed strange, “But…but why? Isn’t the production team supposed to take care of that?” He sighed and spoke up, “I don’t know, we tried asking them but…” “But what?” she almost screamed. “You see those people in the black t-shirts? They roughed us up….a fight almost broke out but no one got hurt…since then, we are not saying a word…” “This is wrong! They can’t dictate us like this!” “Pari, this is just one of them…an entire rule book has been circulated among the cast and crew….it enlists a load of other things we are banned from doing…” The look of shock on her face just kept growing; he handed her a copy of the rules they were supposed follow. She read through each of them carefully; many of them were just dubious and invalid. It seemed to her as if they had been framed to deliberately cause trouble. She read the last line from the page and looked around; everyone around her was under tremendous stress. The new security team was patrolling the set with an eagle eye. They seemed more like dictators rather than peacekeepers; spiking a low but constant fear among the crew.
Pari herself stood for an hour, before being called for her shot. The heavy costume and jewellery only made it more difficult, but she wasn’t the type who would throw a tantrum. The weight was killing yet she gave the perfect shot without many takes. After she was done shooting for the day, she changed back into her normal clothes and headed to her room. All the while, she was trying to analyse the dynamics. She couldn’t believe that Meeta had changed overnight like this; she was famed in the industry for having a relaxed work ethic. Even the new director was a hard taskmaster and was not letting the actors off easily. At the end of it, everyone was just feeling exhausted beyond comprehension. The fact that more such days were yet to come only caused more worry. Pari took it up as a challenge; she wanted to prove her professionalism. The recent changes were only a minor discretion and the show had potential to do wonders to her career. She needed to be more tolerant and  tried explaining it to herself in the subtlest of words, “I can do this…I have to do this for Ma and Preeti…Today was just the first day…I will surely get used to this style of working in the coming week…This is the real test!”
One week later
She stood out in the scorching sun, memorizing her lines from the bounded script. They were filming at a nearby lake, the scene where she is supposed to save a deer from being hunted by Jalal and Ruqaiyya. Her co-stars themselves were breaking into a sweat as they tried to read their dialogues. No fans had been provided and the chairs were as usual missing. The past week had been nothing short of torturous and raising their voice against the tyranny meant losing their job, as they had learnt. One of the assistant directors got into a brawl with the security team over wanting to leave early and the manager kicked him out without ado. The rest of the cast and crew were also threatened with the same fate if they dared to raise their voices. Since then, everyone was working out of compulsion and fear rather than interest. The director ensured that no one slacked off, but that was only one of the issues that were plaguing them.
The word had apparently gotten around that the shift in production had caused the major changes. However, it was still a rumour and there was no confirmation about the fact. Many had expressed the wish to explain their predicament to the production team, but they were just too scared of getting fired. The manager was rude and egoistic; he spoke and ordered everyone around as if he himself was the producer. The working of the team had changed drastically and some of them had been taken ill due to the erratic working hours. They had been working non-stop from 7 in the morning to 11 in the night, which would at times even extend to 2 am. The privileges such as pick up and drop services had been taken away, and so had the vanity vans. In its place, they had been allotted dinghy make-up rooms which had mostly non-functional ACs.
In spite of all the issues, never did the girl complain even once. She was taking everything in her stride and dealing with the problems as they came. Many of the junior artistes were quitting because of increased working hours coupled with zero increase in income. The main and supporting cast, however, wasn’t so lucky. Continuity was an important aspect of a TV show and leaving a show midway questioned the artiste’s professionalism.
Never in her dreams did Pari think that the person responsible for their state would be him. She herself had heard the rumours but chose to discard them. All she had in mind was to keep working, even if that meant neglecting her health. But it wasn't herself that she was worried about; the crew was in a dire state. They were terribly over-worked and their wages minimal. Being very sensitive, she couldn't bear to see their ordeal. She had seen many of them break down at the manager's harsh words. They were of a small reach and couldn't dare to raise their voices against the production team. Some members of the makeup team had also confided in Pari, and she had gladly listened. Apart from that, they had designated breaks for a limited time which they could not exceed, and if it did, they risked losing their jobs. As much the rules seemed ridiculous, they were being imposed strictly.
Rajat sat in his air-conditioned office, the smirk on his face not wearing off. The manager had been sending him a daily report since the past week and he was pleased with the fact that everyone was now at his mercy, and he had managed to seed terror into their minds from behind the scenes. Sipping on tea, his dark-smouldering eyes were enough to indicate that something sinister was running through his mind. Now that the 'ideal' situation had been created, he just needed the right moment to reveal himself, "I hope to appear in front of you Pari..."
Later that night
Pari lay in her bed, with the day's events running through her mind continuously. She herself was feeling troubled now; everyone's plight had begun affecting the girl. She wanted to do something for the people who had relentlessly worked for her; she couldn't bear the injustice they were being subjected to. "This is not fair...what have those innocent employees done! Even my colleagues are suffering! Why is Meeta ma'am doing this? She seemed so warm and friendly....she always takes care of her staff! Everyone is just too scared to speak up....I think I should go and talk to her tomorrow....It may be of no use but it's worth a try...."
The disgruntled man twisted and turned around for the umpteenth time. He had successfully created a dire situation, and couldn't wait for the next part of his plan to roll. Unlike for him, he hadn't had sex with any woman since the past week, in anticipation of his 'angel' landing in his arms soon. Erotic thoughts about her began taking shape; his mind never seemed to tire of it. Rather, his drive to obtain her only increased each time. "Let me just get hold of her....I will endlessly make love to her...." he smirked, "I won't let her leave the bed....she has to be with me for as long as I desire..."
The next day
Pari reported to the sets on time, and got ready. She stepped onto the set with all her finery, with the intention of meeting the manager. He was busy handing some paperwork, when she walked up to him. He was the least unfazed by her presence as she spoke up, "Manager ji, I need to speak to you..." "Ms Paridhi, can't you see that I am busy here...please leave..." "Mr Manager!" she raised her voice, "I spoke in a very composed’s better if you learn some manners...." He got up from his seat visibly angry, "Paridhi, I can easily get you fired....I hop..." "I just wanted to ask you whether you could arrange a meeting with the producer...." she cut him in between "What did you say? A meeting with...." "Yes, I wonder if you could..." The manager looked at her perplexed; he had orders from Rajat that he didn't want to meet anyone from the set. But Pari kept insisting and he was finally forced to tell her, "Please wait, I need to make a call..."
Later that afternoon
She patiently waited outside the cabin, in the royal attire. The office was in Karjat itself, but the waiting area was in the open. The heat was killing, and her costume was only making it worse. The shooting on the set had been stalled for a few hours, on the orders of the producer. She was glad; all her queries would finally be answered and there was hope of getting things back to normal.
Rajat, on the other hand was wrapping up the last of the work that he had remaining. He couldn't wait any longer; excitement was rushing through his being. He couldn't believe that the object of his desire was just a few metres away from him; it was the culmination of his endless planning. “Wow, what a miracle! I thought I would have to reveal myself to you…but looks like you couldn’t wait to meet me…” he smirked. Putting away the last file, he smirked and pressed the button for the bell. He turned his chair away and faced the wall, waiting for her to enter.
Pari heard the sound and immediately got up. She pushed the door and spoke through the narrow opening, "May I come in?" Receiving no answer, she entered in slowly and was feeling relieved due to the air conditioner. She walked towards the desk, her payals tinkling with each step. The sound was casting a spell on his senses; he could feel his mind becoming a slave. She stopped some distance away and he heard her sweet voice, “Meeta ma’am, its Paridhi here…I wanted to talk to you regarding the new rules that you have just brought in….” She waited for a response but got none; and took this as a cue to continue, “Ma’am, the rules are causing a lot of problem to not only to the actors but also to the crew, who are being over-worked. Their health is getting ignored in the process and many have taken ill….Ma’am I hope you will look into the matter as soon as possible….because some of them are just unreasonable….”
After she finished, a long silence ensued. A response was eagerly awaited, but he just kept smirking. Her straightforwardness had impressed him; never had he thought that someone would show courage to directly report their grievances. “Ma’am, are you there?” there was a hint of impatience in her voice. He finally decided to end the suspense and uttered, “Fallen ill? That is none of my concern…” The deep voice alarmed her; it seemed very familiar. The person on that chair was definitely not Meeta; her heartbeat increased. She feared the worst; in her mind she knew who it might be but she was trying to reassure her mind to think otherwise. However, his ensuing baritone completely shattered her faith, “Anyway, if they have any grievance, they should directly complain to me….Why does the leading lady have to take the responsibility for that?” Fear rose through her spine, she thought she would collapse. His deep and harsh voice was enough to cause her colour to run out. Within moments, the scenes of three months ago flashed in front of her eyes. The screams rang in her ears, and she could feel the pain he inflicted on her. Realising she was speechless; he slowly turned his chair around. His smirk only widened on seeing her; while her eyes widened out of fear and shock. She could feel his hungry gaze lingering all over; just like the time at his apartment. He got up and stood by the table, with Pari unable to react. His presence was enough to cause terror within her, his smirk made her uneasy. She thought she would breakdown; goosebumps had formed all over her arms. She couldn’t figure out, however, whether it was due to the AC or his unexpected appearance, “Good afternoon, Pari….we meet again….”
Precap: Now that she was within his reach, he didn’t want to let her go. She looked nothing short of stunning in the princess’ attire. The distance between them was minimal, and was reduced by none other than him. She was terrorized; his warm breath was scalding. He pushed her against the wall, trapping her with his arms while she pulled her hands close to her body, her breathing getting heavier. She was on the verge of tears, “Please….please….let me go…..” He smirked, rubbing his body against her, “No…now that I have found you….I won’t ever….no one can take you away from my clutches…”
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