The Daughter of a Superstar
Her hair was styled in tight ringlets around her face and her golden brown eyes shined against her purple eye shadow. She wore a beautiful black dress that let her character shine through her persona. Her black stilettos clacked against the tiled flooring of the studio and her long legs were striding across the studio towards a tall man who stood with his back towards her. Her feet came to a stop behind him. She put out her index finger and tapped the man, who wore a black leather jacket, on the shoulder. The man turned, his hair standing tall in a messy style that was in' at the time. His expression froze, eyes full of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he saw standing before him. He took in her face for a moment until she snapped her fingers in front of him.
"You're...you're...M..."
"Yeah, yeah, now get me some water new boy."
Her tone of voice, full of arrogance and her eyes full of no emotion, caught the man off guard. After seeing her serene, gentle self in movies, he wasn't expecting such a side to her.
"Water?"
"Don't you know what water is? That clear liquid that people drink when they're thirsty? Yeah? Well have it sent to my vanity van."
"Wait, but I'm not a sp..."
Before the man could finish speaking, she had already walked away.
Her walk, full of attitude, led her back towards her vanity van. She put on her sunglasses and then just as she was about to enter, she heard screams.
"MADHUBALA! MADHUBALA!"
She turned her head, her hair flowing in the air against the wind. A group of fans, males and females, stood outside a gate watching her. They cheered, she lifted her hand with two fingers raised, just as her father used to do, and let a smirk cross her face. The screaming amplified, growing out of control with her gesture, and then she turned and walked into her vanity van, closing the door behind herself. She took off her sunglasses and threw them onto her dressing table. She sighed, taking a deep breath, and ran her hands through her hair. Slowly she glanced back up at herself in the mirror. She looked herself in the eyes for a moment until her eyes flickered to her right. A picture of her parents. Her parents who were the main cause for where she stood today. Her parents who she couldn't remember ever having contact with. Her parents who she wished she could've met just once...
She had the looks of her mother, beautiful just like her. The only difference was her tight curls that she refused to try to defeat with a straightener. She had been told she had the personality of her father, arrogant being one of the main features. She leaned over her dressing table and placed her head down, closing her eyes. A knock at her vanity van door distracted her. She didn't even flinch as she spoke, knowing who it'd be.
"Come in Bittuji..."
She had been told numerous times by her grandmother to call him Uncle Bittu, but following in her parent's footsteps, the nickname Bittuji stuck. He was her manager and her father-like figure. He raised her as his own child, taking over for his Chief.
"Madhu, your next shot is ready."
"Coming."
She took a moment, taking in everything once again, and then followed Bittuji back towards the studio. Ignoring the screams from behind she walked towards her set. She saw the same man wearing the black leather jacket. She stormed straight towards him, irritated.
"WHERE'S MY WATER!"
"Madhubala!"
She turned, seeing her manager, Bittuji.
"What?"
"He's not a spot boy, he's the new lighting man."
She turned, looking back at the man who stood there with a straight expression.
"Not a spot boy eh? What's your name?"
"Raj. Raj Kapoor."
"RK...ahaan."
"I guess you could call me that."
She turned back towards Bittuji.
"Bittuji, I'd like this RK fired."
She knew her parent's names. She loved them unconsciously but also blamed them for not being there for her. She hated being reminded of them when she didn't want to be. She never knew that they had been victims to a bomb blast, which had been ordered by her very own producer. He had gotten away with it at the time but he didn't know he would soon be exposed to the world through their daughter. She had no idea what she was getting herself into...she had no idea where this journey would land her...but she knew that she would live up to her name. Madhubala Madhu-Rishabh Kundra.
Fan Fictions
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
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