Saturday, June 30, 2012

Fan Story: "Bakwaas Times" by Shamil!

The Rise and Fall of a Star!!

(Disclaimer: Spoof is a humorous imitation of something and is meant to be taken in the spirit it is intended…..humorously with a pinch of salt or tons of sugar if you will or with a plate of Chole and Bhature in this case. This content is unfortunately not owned by Rangmunch, which is nothing but a humble tongue-in-cheek salute to the popularity of the show and is in no way intended to hurt anyone's feelings. Read on, roll on with laughter and move on with a smile on your face.)

JS - "As per the latest buzz, there is someone in the NBT team who is extremely upset with the way things have happened with her. We are talking about Ms. Rumaalithe hanky who plays an important role in the popular show ‘Na Bathure Tum Na Chole Humse Bana gaya’.

Aaiye sunte hai rumaali ki kahaani unki zubaani."

R - "I am very very upset with the PH. When I signed the contract, they clearly told me that I will be playing the parallel lead in the story. I had more eye-lock scenes with monu than the other lead meenu. They even used to play the de-re na ,de-re-na BG while he stared at me and smiled happily.

The First Meeting
He wouldn’t even share me with Meenu. I still remember how much he panicked when Meenu took me from him to wipe her tears. It was very clear he could never part with me even for that lady!

Now just see what they have done to my character! Pehle mere monu ko shoot  kiya. Phir uss ‘am so confused’ wali Meenu se mujhe uska pocket se nikaala. And voila! She remembered how I ended up with ma darling? How could she have those flashbacks when she never missed me? And then she drenched me in monu’s ketchup wala khoon ! Not even surf excel can clean me now! I can’t help but blame the script writer for this."

JS - "But Miss Rumaali, how can u blame the script writer? They wanted to show a beautiful sequence where Monu's blood would end up on Meenu's fore head while they play some random shlokas. See they wanted to show a symbolic representation of how Meenu has filled her maang with Monu's khoon.”

R- "Oh really?? In that case, am fully covered with Monu's blood. Kindly tell me the symbolism for that? Does that make me his patni too?”

JS who unfortunately never understood symbolisms, decided to change the topic.

JS - “Rumaaliji, from what we have seen, monu loves Meenu a lot. The fans too are happy that finally Meenu has confessed her love for him”

R- "Oh so u think only MM have fans? I too have my share of fans! (bursts into tears) I want my old script writer Miss.Cynic back! She was soo good to me! She made Monu look into ma eyes..err lil blue flowers with his theekhi theekhi nazrein and smile many a times. She always made Guru keep me in Monu's pocket so that he could take me out slowly and gaze at me lovingly and go all dreamy eyed..

JS - ‘Is it true that you had been throwing tantrums at the sets? There have been rumours that you refused to go wet in a much needed scene.”

R - “oh that’s so untrue! In fact I consider the scene with monu where we drench in rain, the most romantic scene between us! Why would I refuse to do such a scene??”

But after that scene, they left me hanging outside the window and I protested against that! I think that made the new writer vengeful and he decided to reduce my role in the show. And here I am looking so yucky under a random book and singing ‘Monu teri rumaali maili ho gayee’ * cries aloud*

JS - "Rumaali ji , I think Monu no longer misses u! They showed him take the deepest breath ever and utter 'mehhghaaahhhaaa..' while he was in the hospital."

R - "oh, blame it on the poor editing please. I am sure he must have said "mehghaahaa mera rumaal vaapas do' (sighs). Now that am locked up in this cupboard, I don’t even know what’s happening in my show!”

JS-Oh we have a new entry Maddy who is planning to be the daddy to meenu’s kids. Monu meanwhile has agreed to get married to another random girl but looks like he is back to wooing meenu and her kids."

R- “aww my poor Monu! He is so shattered after losing me that he decided to marry any random girl! I miss him soo much! Does he still search for me in his pocket?”

JS- “I don’t think so. At present he keeps a mangalsutra in it so that he can tie it around meenu’s neck as soon as she says yes.”

R- "Oh, that means they have already decided to end my track in the show! Beraham, bedardi writers!! Just wait n see. The TRP of this show is gonna rise again only if they decide to bring me back to the show!"

JS- “So would you like to say something to your fans?”

R- “I hope they will do the needful to get back my khoyi hui izzat. Till then they can watch this VM and keep signing petitions to bring me back!”

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

I, Me, Myself - Shivin Narang!

Tall, extremely cute and adorable is what you think of when you see Yuvraj of Suvreen Guggal: Topper of the year. The mischievous glint in his eyes is to die for. Naughty, completely bindass attitude written all over makes this boy the talk of the town. 

Meet Shivin Narang, who very convincingly plays Yuvraj in Suvreen Guggal  -Topper of the Year on Channel V and is creating waves among the youth.

Rangmunch: One thing you are grateful for in life?

Shivin: My teachers and my family.

Rangmunch: Your first crush?

Shivin: I don’t remember the name but she was a senior.

Rangmunch: Who is that one person you would turn to when you desperately needed help?

Shivin: Actually no one.

Rangmunch: What did you do with your first salary?
Shivin: I gave it to my parents and after few days took it back too.

Rangmunch: Are you good at remembering dates?

Shivin: Yes very much so. Par jab se show shuru hua hai, main apne friends ka birthday bhool jaata hoon.

Rangmunch: One friend you lost contact with and would like to get in touch with?
Shivin: Many friends…par facebook help karta hai, usey dhoond lete hai.

Rangmunch: What is your biggest fear?

Shivin: Height.

Rangmunch: Are you an extrovert or an introvert?

Shivin: I am an extrovert, sometimes an introvert.
Rangmunch: If not an actor what would you be?

Shivin: hmmm…businessman.

Rangmunch: Which is that one car you would love to own?

Shivin: I would love to own a Ferrari.

Rangmunch: Do you read the newspaper?

Shivin: No, sorry …( laughs).

Rangmunch: If you had to choose between love and family, what would you choose?

Shivin: Family…Love toh change hota rehta hai, par family toh ek he rehti hai.

Rangmunch: What is the craziest thing you would want to do?

Shivin: Sky Diving.

Rangmunch: How would you rate yourself on a scale 1-10?

Shivin: ZERO…I have a lot to learn still.

(As told to Swati Ghosh & Niharika Vidya Sagar)

Edited by:
Navyanka Varma

Shraddha Arya Unplugged - Video!!

We have seen her on television commercials and have also witnessed her as Laxmi on Life OK's show Main Laxmi Tere Angan Ki.

Today Rangmunch brings to you Shraddha Arya - The Real Person behind the Camera. Hope you enjoy this small Video Snippet.

Swati Ghosh

New Entry in Afsar Bitiya!

Actress Ashwini Kalsekar, who became extremely popular for essaying the character of Jigyasa in 'Kasamh Se', will now be seen as lady don in Zee TV’s show "Afsar Bitiya.”

She will essay the role of Sikka Thakuraine, who will be carrying forward her husband's legacy of being involved in illegal activities. She is called Sikka Thakuraine because instead of bindi she will be seen wearing a sikka (coin) on her forehead. This weird obsession reflects her innate love for money, which makes her accept every possible means to earn it.

"This is not the first time I am playing a negative character but definitely the first time where I will be playing a tough yet comical don. I will be essaying the role of a quintessential village goon who is held in awe by all and sundry including the police, given her menacing reputation," Ashwini said in a statement. "She is very weird and unpredictable. She will never call people by their first names rather refer to them as some animal of her choice. The only human side to this character is her relationship with her daughter who she dearly loves," she further added.

We wish Ashwini Kalsekar all the best for her new Role and hope her entry helps the show to garner the desired TRP.

Edited by:
Swati Ghosh

Nirav Soni to be seen in "Khamoshiyan!"

Nirav Soni, the younger brother of actor Jay Soni is all set to make an appearance on Star Plus’ show Khamoshiyaan.
Actor, Nirav Soni has been playing the character of Tanmay Vyas in Colors' Na Bole Tum Na Maine Kuch Kaha.
In Khamoshiyaan, Nirav will essay the character of Digvijay Gaikwad who will be a college going guy.
Furthermore, Nirav‘s character Digvijay will belong to a family who hails from a place in Kohlapur. Nirav said that he is excited to have bagged a role in the serial and is looking forward to start shooting for it soon.
We wish Nirav all the best for his new role!
Edited by:
Swati Ghosh

Yash ‘n Aarti Scindhia – Two Peas In A Pod Of Crisis!

The identity of one change with how one perceives reality. ~ Vithu Jeyaloganatha

It’s funny how we never give any thought to our conduct in life. Granted we are all born with our innate and unique qualities, yet somewhere down the winding paths of our lives, the absurdity of conduct seems to come from the imitation of others, who we can never resemble or become. We sometimes mold and change our selves, as we understand the reality presented before us and we try to put things in perception.

There is more than a light year separating the fact of resembling someone and becoming someone. Even born twins have  few traits that are unique and sets them apart from each other, then how can we as a normal human, even entertain the monumental task of becoming someone else. Aarti may have decided to “become” Arpita, but even she knows in her heart she can never “become” Arpita. Dressing similarly, enacting similar things, reliving the past – all these do not magically give you the power to take the place of a person gone. Until the root cause of the problem is addressed, there would never be a solution.

In total honesty, imitation is just plain suicide! Of course imitation is, in a weird way a great form of flattery. But please let’s get a reality check here. It is very important for us to believe in ourselves, think for ourselves, act for ourselves, speak for ourselves and be ourselves. There is no short cut to winning a little girl’s heart by imitating her dead mother. And there is nothing more stupid than to listen to others and follow their advice, against our better judgment. And we are talking of Aarti becoming Aprita, a mother and a wife – how preposterous!!!

I miss you, I miss us, I miss your smile, but I miss mine even more – Yash Scindhia’s reality and the main root cause of Aarti’s choice to become Arpita. I do feel for Yash Scindhia, a lot. I can understand Yash’s anguish and passion for his lost love. Weaving dreams and waking up to find that person you love not beside you, is the hardest reality that anyone faces. It takes mere seconds to say hello and forever to say goodbye. We can try to move on, but what we leave behind is the hardest to forget.

Passion is a positive obsession, but it does not take long for that obsession to become a negative passion. A father and a husband, stuck in the twilight zone of not able to comprehend the severity of his actions. An identity crisis of wanting to hold on to the past as the husband of Arpita, try to be the doting father of his two little girls and now again a husband of Aarti. I can relate with him, his love and passion for his dead wife. A passion that not all are lucky to have and love that not all are privileged to. Every living being wants to achieve love and seek it. But not everyone gets it and when you get it, you want to cherish it, will be lost in it, and above all you can never forget it; another touching reality of Yash Scindhia’s life.

A passion and love driven by misplaced guilt for Aprita’s death is not going to resolve Yash’s state of mind. There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we cannot live without, but we have to let go. More than often guilt comes from the reactions of the people around us. Yash sees his children without their mother, a house devoid of a loving daughter-in-law and his life empty without his one and only love.

Feelings do not die and we tend to keep them alive by feeding memories. Yash is no different and one of the reasons why he is not able to move on. He needs to reconcile to the fact that Aprita will always live in his heart but not in his life. His guilt and passion have taken over his mind and heart, and unfortunately he is expecting the impossible, just like his daughter. He needs to understand that the next chapter of his life is resting in his hands, and needs to stop re reading his previous chapter. 

Walking the thin line of a guilt rope is dangerous, as Yash’s heart and mind wage a war between the past and the present. A state of mind that he needs to erase before the consequences become a crisis; before he ends up hurting Aarti or his children; before he hurts himself with all his suppressed emotions of intense grief and guilt. There comes a time in life when you have to choose between turning a page or just closing the book, and Aarti has already made the biggest choice of her life to move on and make the marriage work.  Now is the time for Yash to make that momentous choice of turning that very page in his life and read life along with Aarti.

“To be able to move on, one has to learn to forgive not only the person or people who have done one wrong, but also one self” ~ Eugenia Tripputi ~

Moving on is a nice place to be in if practiced in real life and this is what Yash needs to realize, for himself, for his children and for his family. Aarti has crossed that line and has blanketed her past, for now. Aarti now has to trust her instincts in dealing with Payal and Palak and win their hearts as Aarti Scindhia, not Arpita Scindhia. Yash has to forgive himself and absolve of his guilt, to do justice to his remarriage and his children. Together Yash and Aarti have to become those two peas that can float their family on a smooth sail cocooned in a safe pod.

Alima Livsletlivs

Top 10 Shows of the Week!!

Rangmunch is back with the TRP score for this week. So lets take a sneak peek as to who made it to the  top 10 this time.

Diya Aur Baati Hum on Star Plus has consistently been at the number one position with a TRP rating of 5.0. Sandhya and Sooraj’s undying  love and support for each other is definitely enthralling the viewers on a daily basis.

Balika Vadhu of Colors, DID Lil Masters of Zee TV and CID of Sony are at number 2 with a TRP rating of 4 each. Viewers have accepted the character of Shiv in Balika Vadhu wholeheartedly and are looking forward to see him bond with Anandi for life. Meanwhile lets hope that CID which is now being aired thrice a week, works in favour of the show.

Crime Patrol on Sony, the crime based show on real time crime stories is at number 3 with a TRP rating of 3.7. This show is also getting aired thrice a week and hope it helps the show to garner more TRP.

Ek Hazaron Mein of Star Plus is at number 4 with a TRP score of 3.3.  Hope the Viraat Manvi love track pulls the TRP ratings further.

On 5th position this week we have Yeh Rishta and  Pratigya of Star Plus and Punar Vivaah on Zee TV with a TRP rating of 3.1 respectively. The court room drama of Pratigya had definitely worked in favour of the show and helped it get back in the top 10 shows of the trp chart. The latest promo of Punar Vivaah also gives a hint of Aarti falling in love with Yash. Hope Aarti’s realisation helps the show to garner high TRPs in the forth coming week.

Saathiya on Star Plus is at number 6 with a TRP rating of 3.0

With a TRP of 2.9 Sasural Simar Ka on Colors has bagged the 7th position. Simar and Roli’s attempt to expose Khushi before the family has definitely captivated the viewers attention and keeping them glued to the show.

Jhalak Dhikla Ja on Colors and Pavitra Rishta on Zee TV share the 8th position with a TRP rating of 2.8 each. While viewers are thrilled to see their favourite celebrity rock the dance floor in Jhalak,  Arjun Purvi and Ovi’s love triangle in Pavitra Rishta is keeping the audience hooked to the show every weekday.

Uttaran of Colors and Bade Acche Laggte Hain on Sony have secured the 9th position with a TRP rating of 2.7. Both the shows are witnessing intense drama at the moment. In Uttaran, Nani succeeds in turning both Mukta and Divya against Meethi and Iccha while viewers witnessed a fatal accident of Priya in BALH which is going to shatter Ram’s world further.

Last but not the least is Aamir Khan’s Satyamev Jayate on Star Plus which has garnered a TRP rating of 2.6 and is at number 10 this week. 

Misses of the Week: This week the shows that were unable to make it to the TOP 10 list are Iss Pyaar Ko of Star Plus and Mrs. Kaushik Ki Paanch Bahuyein with a TRP rating of 2.5 respectively, followed by Zee Tv’s Phir Subah Hogi and Parichay of Colors with a TRP of 2.3. 
Recommendations of the Week: The RK Vs Madhubala face off on Colors Madhubala Ek Ishq Ek Junoon is definitely going to be a 440 volt episode  and sure to pull up the TRP ratings and bring the show back in the top 10 list. Sony’s Kya Hua Tera Wada is also seeing an interesting twist with Jatin’s entry and Mona’s remarriage track. Indian Idol which has made its entry on Sony is now all set to entertain the viewers by bringing forth some exceptional singing talents from across India.

All those who are disappointed for not seeing your favourite show on the TOP 10 List, please remember to watch the show right on time when its telecasted. The advertisers consider the television viewing numbers when placing their advertisements and not the online viewership count. So while you can continue to discuss your favourite shows on forums, don’t forget to watch them on television. That's the only way you can contribute towards increasing the TRP rating of the show.

We will be back again next week, till then Happy Viewing!!!

Swati Ghosh

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Jane's Corner: The Jewel of the Maharajah's Eye (Chapter 11)

Chapter 11

Samir walked into the apartments to find them empty. Persephone was nowhere to be found. He cursed himself for not leaving a guard at the door. He should have known that she had no intention of resting she was as stubborn as a mule.

“Persephone madam I have some...”

“She is not here Bahadhur Singh.” Samir muttered.

Samir noticed her camera was missing from the side desk and realised she had probably become bored and gone out to take pictures. “Let's go and find her.” He said striding out of the apartments with a very worried Bahadhur Singh in his wake. Maybe he should have warned her about the danger she could be in, but he had wanted to shield her from the darkness. He just hoped that she had not stumbled into his uncle, aunt or Raghav's path.

His lips were just about to touch hers, repulsed she tried to shrink back but found that she could not. His face had become a mask of ugliness. Persephone fought the sleepy feeling with all her might, her eyelids kept drooping, she fought to keep them open. His mouth was on hers, Persephone felt sick, he tasted of alcohol and cigarettes, he crushed her lips bruising them with his fevered attack, his mouth trailing down her throat bruising and biting.

How was she going to get out of this situation her body was not responding to any of her commands. For the first time in her life Persephone prayed fervently for help, as Raghav picked her up and carried her through into his bedroom with a ugly smile on his face.

“Sir, we have looked everywhere.” One of his men said to Bahadhur Singh. All the servants are going around looking for her. A crease of worry on his forehead Bahadhur Singh replied “She has to be here somewhere, she wouldn’t have got far. Ask all the rest of the servants in the palace and check if anyone has seen her.”

“Yes Sir,” the man ran off to do as he was bid.

Samir had jumped into the jeep and was going around the pastures of the horses and the far buildings looking for her. With every moment that passed his dread increased. His phone rang, braking hard he answered it quickly hoping that Bahadhur Singh was calling because he had found her.

“Sir, one of the servants from the palace said he has seen madam with Raghav earlier. I am going to his rooms to see if she is there.” he voice full of panic he terminated the call. “I hope we are not too late!” He muttered to himself as he ran with some of his trusted servants towards the palace.

Samir drove at breakneck speed towards the palace. Guilt washed over him in heavy waves. Why had he not intimated to her the dangers of the palace. Why had he insisted on bringing her back here when she could have been safer at the hotel she had been staying at. It was all his fault, if Raghav had...he couldn’t even bear to think about it, he reached the main doors, almost crashing the Jeep into a wall, he jumped out and ran just as Bahadhur Singh and a few of his men also reached the steps.

Raghav shrugged off his shirt. She looked absolutely delicious lying there on his red coverlet unable to move. Her terrified eyes watched him with dread, her white long skirt and a white top making her look virginal and untouchable. Her eyes kept closing but she kept dragging them open. He could see she was fighting hard but they were clouding over slowly but surely. Tears ran down the sides of her face, he reached over and brushed his thumbs over the bruised lips that he had just tasted, he could not wait to have more of her.

“You Phirangee girls are always such a treat, I wonder how many 'boyfriends' you have had? So beautiful, no wonder that half-brother of mine is mad over you, with your skin the colour of almonds and your lush mouth that resembles a crushed red rose, delicious!” he hissed.

He climbed on the bed, leaning over her he bit into her neck. Her terrified eyes stared at him, smiling a very ugly smile he whispered, “ Don’t worry Perse you won't remember a thing tomorrow, that's my guarantee! Its a shame though, as I would have liked you to remember the pleasure I am about to have but then again its best you forget, you may not enjoy it as much.” He laughed lasciviously, tugging at the buttons of her white top.

He muttered a curse as a loud banging interrupted his enjoyment, angrily shouting to ask what the problem was.

“Raghav sir, Raghav sir, Samir and his men are heading here!” screamed a man through the door.

DAMN! Raghav sprang off the bed like a flash, his eyes wide with fear. Samir! Grabbing his shirt and jacket he ran through a door and made his way through a side entrance that led out of the palace. Behind him he heard a crash and he assumed that Samir had broken the door to his bedroom. There was shouting behind him but his frantic frightened breathing became too loud for him to hear much, as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him as far as possible from Samir and the fate he now realised awaited him.

Samir crashed through Raghav's bedroom door and scanned the room his heart pounding with fear at what he might find. He saw her lying so still on the bed. Only her eyes moved as she stared at him and they looked terrified.

“Persephone!” Samir's face contorted with pain as he saw the dishevelled state of her clothes, he walked over to her and wrapped her tenderly in a sheet. He saw the bruised lips and the marks on her neck and anger like he had never known before filled his mind, he was going to kill Raghav for this.

Her eyes closed but she dragged them open again. Tears flowed relentlessly out of them and ran down the sides of her face as she looked at him. Those beautiful blue-violet sparkling eyes of hers looked dead, the look in them told him everything.

“He is gone...shhhh, dont cry. I am here, you are safe now, my love.” Samir whispered to her.

“Persephone madam, thank god we were in time!” Bahadhur Singh said with effort, his voice hoarse.

Samir gathered her up in his arms. “Persephone, I should have warned you about Raghav, I should have warned you about them all. Forgive me Persephone, dear god, forgive me Persephone.” He repeated holding her high against his chest, carrying her back to his mothers apartments. He looked into her tear filled eyes that she was still fighting hard to stop from closing. “I will not let anything happen to you, you are safe now, my love.” he reassured, his eyes dark and filled with pain at seeing her like this.

“I will call the doctor, it looks like he has drugged her, she is unable to move at all!” Bahadhur Singh said as he pulled out his mobile and started dialling, his face a picture of concern.

Persephone, finally stopped fighting the instinct to stay awake, her eyes closing as she felt Samir's familiar arms holding her safe against his heart.

He felt her go limp and held her even tighter. She looked like a broken doll in his arms, her skin pale, it seemed as if the sunshine had seeped out of her and left a lifeless body. Raghav would pay for this he vowed. He carefully laid her on the bed and covered her with blankets she seemed so cold, he looked at Bahadhur Singh his face filled with guilt and pain.

“Bahadhur Singh get a team together and start the search. I will not let him get away with this. First he tampered with the plane and now he tried to...!”

“Samir, Sir, I have already started the search, I am also calling the local farmers to keep a lookout. He ran in such haste, I am sure he has no money or transport, so I am assuming he will not get very far. I will just go and call a few more people and see where the doctor has got to.” Bahadhur Singh said hurrying to the office.

Samir paced up and down in the bedroom, his eyes fixed on Persephone, she was so pale, so still, he willed the doctor to come quickly.

“She is deeply asleep. Whatever he has given her has knocked her out. I am not sure what he gave her, she may remember what happened when she wakes or she may not. Sometimes if the drug is a weak batch the victim remembers everything but we won't know for sure, till she wakes up. The fact that she had already taken some medication earlier may also have an effect on what he gave her. Just keep a close eye on her. If there are changes let me know I will come straight away.” the doctor said with a frown.” She had liked Persephone and to find that this had happened in the palace was beyond her comprehension. “Have you caught the person who did this yet?”

Samir's face became a mask of anger. “No not yet.” he muttered tersely. But he was not going to give up until he found Raghav.

“What?” Amar Singh paled, as he heard what had happened from his manservant. “Raghav tried to molest that woman? He is a bigger fool then I realised. This is the biggest blunder he has ever made, he has gone mad.”

“Kya hua? Why are you shouting?” Choti Raani asked as she walked into his office. They had both been away since last night at their Delhi apartment, making sure that the funds that they had hidden away were within reach if they needed them in a hurry. She had urged Amar Singh to take action to safeguard their future, what if Samir suddenly decided to throw them out of his palace? They had been building up quite a nice little nest egg on the side, from the money that Samir had sent for renovations and the Tiger project, she wanted to make sure that Samir would not find that money.

Amar Singh dismissed the servant and went to the window from which he could see the comings and goings in Raani Saheeba's apartments. “Raghav tried to molest that woman Samir has been seen with. That Raghav would be this incredibly stupid I hadn’t even thought. Why didn’t he stick to the servant's or the farmer's daughters?”

“Raghav has always been an opportunist, if he thought he could get away with it, he would give it a shot.” Choti Raani said with a wry face. “No amount of warning him of the consequences, or educating him  would have stopped him, his brain resides mostly in his trousers!”

“Samir will leave no stone unturned to find him I am sure.” He said, as he watched Samir stride angrily out of the apartments towards the palace. “Ah! Looks like he is coming here.”

Samir strode angrily through the beautiful marble corridors of the palace, full of priceless art and exquisite architecture but they held no pleasure for him at the moment. This place had only given him and his mother pain, ever since he could remember. He would happily hand over the palace to the people he decided. Without bothering to knock he strode into his uncle's office.

“Where is he?” he demanded.

“Who?” his uncle asked, pretending to be working on some papers.

Samir was in no mood to beat around the bush. “You know very well who I mean! Don’t pretend otherwise! But since you want to play games, where is Raghav?”

Choti Raani walked up to him, placing a concerned arm on his, said, “Samir dear, we have only just returned from Delhi, why are you looking for Raghav so urgently and why are you so angry?”

Samir looked down at his aunt, this was the woman who had watched his mother die and not lifted a finger to help her. This was the woman who had pretended to be his mother's friend. Only a few days ago he had been feeling so sorry for her having to put up with her husband and nephew, but he learned that she was as bad as them.

Taking her hand he deliberately pushed it off his arm feeling repulsed, he did not want to be near any of them, but he had to find Raghav and he was sure his uncle would know.

“Where is he? I know you will have information about his whereabouts.” Samir questioned angrily.

“I don’t know where he is.” His uncle replied. “He has not contacted me at all, here have a look at my phone if you don’t believe me.” he said offering Samir his Blackberry.

“I don’t want to look at your phone, uncle just tell me where to find him.”

“Samir, how should I know? He doesn’t tell me where he goes, he is a big boy now, and what has he done that you are so angry about?” His uncle said standing up his gaze dark and hard.

“Fine if that's how you want to play it, when he contacts you just tell him that whichever corner of this earth he runs to, I will always be after him, and my reach is worldwide, and I will not rest until I find him.”

With a hard stare at both of them he turned on his heel and went back to Persephone.

Amar Singh sighed and sat back down, Raghav was a blundering idiot he had now spoiled it for all  of them. Picking up his Blackberry he dialled his number and waited for him to pick up.

Bahadhur Singh was sitting by her bedside keeping a vigil when he returned. It was getting late and the night had crept in unnoticed by either of them.

“Sir, I will get some food organised for you.” Bahadhur Singh said looking at Samir's drawn and tired face.

“I am not hungry Bahdahur Singh,” Samir said , sitting down on the bed staring at Persephone's pale face.

Bahadhur Singh, put a gentle hand on Samir's shoulder and said softly. “She will be fine, madam is a fighter. The doctor has said, its just a question of letting her sleep. Now I am sending some light food for you, make sure you eat it. When madam wakes up, you need to be fit and well to look after her.”

Samir nodded looking up at Bahadhur Singh, his eyes suspiciously moist, Bahadhur Singh was the closest thing to a father he had ever had, in-fact he was more than that.

Pulling up an armchair next to her bed, he warily sat down. Pulling out his mobile Samir called his team in New York and told them not to disturb him for the next few days. They were to handle all matters only contacting him in an absolute emergency. Then he called a private security team he sometimes used and asked them to fly in, Persephone was to have around the clock protection in India and England until Raghav was found.

The screams were stuck in her throat. His face was ugly, his lips formed a sneer, laughing he pulled her towards him. She fought him tooth and nail but he kept coming, she was unable to push him away. She had to keep fighting, if she didn’t she knew it would be too late for her. He kept chasing her through the darkness, terrified she screamed for Samir to help her.


The scream woke him up. He jumped up from the armchair he had been dozing in by her bedside. Persephone was fighting with the bed sheets, her arms thrashing about as she fought the demons in her dream. She was covered in a sheen of sweat. Samir climbed on to the bed and gently took a hold of her, she was still hitting out at anything and everything, her eyes tightly closed tears streaming down her face.

“Shhhhh....! you are safe Persephone, my love, you are safe!” He gathered her up in his arms and held her tightly not caring that she was still trying to hit out.

He soothed her with soft words, as the sobs racked her body, she felt so incredibly fragile in his arms. Finally as his words penetrated the dark fog that was clouding her brain, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

Moonlight flowed brightly into the room, casting a white blue light over the bed. The Moon's rays tenderly fell on her pale face, his arms held her tightly against his warm hard chest as she looked up at him. 

Deep Sapphire blue pools filled with pain and terror stared at him. “Samir! Samir...he tried to ...he tried to....!” she whispered, unable to go on as sobs shook her again.

“I was so scared Samir, terrified, if you had not come when you did then..” A sob shook her “please just hold me, just hold me please.”

“It's all my fault! I should have warned you about him, about them. Persephone I will never forgive myself for this. Ever.” he said vehemently, hating himself.

“Samir it wasn’t your fault.” she said, “Why are you blaming yourself? She replied, puzzled that he would think that.

“I should have warned you about them, instead I let that animal attack you!” His voice held a tremor filled with pain.

Persephone stared into his face, tight lines of worry were deeply etched in his forehead, his eyes were full of regret and concern for her.

“Its..not your fault..” she whispered suddenly so tired. She turned her face into his chest and whispered “please just hold me, don’t let go.” falling asleep again.

Gently he brushed the tears away from her damp, pale cheeks, lifting her up into his lap, settling himself against the headboard, he held her all night whilst she slept safely in his arms.

His eyes glittered fiercely in the moonlight. Raghav was a dead man walking.

© Jane Meme Copyright 27.02.2012