Our Unscripted Love Story

Prologue

“Leave me..... please I want to see my mom.... please....pl...please why are you doing th...this... let me go....”

"Did you think I did all this just to let you go? No.... you have to pay.... you have to pay for your father’s sin. He ruined me.... now I will ruin him by torturing you.”

"AAAHHHH..... Som...somebody...he..help...... HELP....NO... MOMMMM.... DAADDD... HELP M...ME.... AAAAHHHH"

"HAHAHAHAAAAA..... mom, dad, help me (in a moking voice).... Cry... cry more. No one is going to help you.... you will rot in here..... you will die and and and your father will see all this.... he will beg, like I once begged him.... he will cry.... blame himself and finally..... FINALLY...he will end all this pain and kill himself.”

“Please....pl...pleaseee.... I’m begging you..... pl..please....”

"HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAA"

"Papaaa..... look... a bird.... what’s its name?”

"Its a cuckoo, doll.”

"Wow.... its so beautiful, papa.”

"Just like you, my doll"

"What does it do, papa?”

“It sings.... so sweetly....”

"Really papa?! Is it singing now?”

"Yes doll... it is.”

"When can I hear it sing, papa?”

"Soon sweet heart..... very soon. You will be able to hear each and every sound soon doll. I promise.”

"Pinky promise....”

"Pinky promise. I love u, my doll”

“I love you too papa.”

Sometimes the glare of the cameras momentarily blinds me. But however much they try they won’t be able to see the real me. No one will. Ever.

I push my aviators up my nose bridge as I flash my signature smile, although an extremely fake one, at the hungry, deprived paparazzi. I could hear them demand me to turn this way and pose that way, to answer their bizarre and irrelevant questions. They all want a piece of me, no peace anywhere.

As usual I fix my eyes to somewhere other than those blood thirsty vultures and unlike other times this time my eyes are actually seeing something or rather someone. I could care less about what’s going on around me as I stared at that unusual site that that my eyes have captured.

A girl was watering a dry about to die plant from her water bottle. She was kneeling on the footpath and giving water to a plant growing on the road side, caring least about her surroundings.

I mean, wow..... I am still in Mumbai, right? In a city where people don’t have time to take notice of their surroundings, a girl was selflessly nurturing a plant.

I can see her mouth move as she if she is talking to that dieing plant. I wanted to stand there and watch her for eternity but my manager came to me with my bodyguards to escort me away.

As I got in the car, I turned to take a look at that girl for one last time, unknowingly a small smile graced my lips, but this time it was a real one. This is a first...... Somebody have made me turn to look at them for first time.... me.... The Manik Malhotra.... who makes people turn their head.....but never myself return that favor.

That girl surely is something....... unusual.