Love Behind The Scene

Love Behind The Scene

Authoress vera

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Madhulika and Liam are poles apart; different lifestyle, different personality, but one destination. Madhulika is a sweet and beautiful girl from India, with great dancing and acting skills. She is a hard-working girl determined to fulfil her dreams. She is just a normal and humble girl striving hard to sustain a living with her mother and her sister. Liam is a movie director and an actor, he travelled down to India for an important project. He was just a minor in the movie industry, he had dreams to become more successful and popular. During his stay in India, he came across a girl. Their first and second encounter was a bad one, but he found her behavior cute. When Madhulika found out about the identity of her new neighbor, she knew she had to get close to him in order to achieve her dreams. She would play a game, a tempting one. After all, she was willing to do anything to achieve her dreams, as far as it didn't include taking someone's life. Both of them were desperate, desperate to achieve their dreams by all cost,,, they were both willing to do anything. Will they be able to fulfil their dreams? What if a new feeling sets in during the process? Will they be able to detect between love or an act?

Chapter 1 The festival

It was lord Ganesha' festival, everyone was busy preparing to welcome the idol to the house. Madhulika was seen running up and down to do one thing or the other.

"Madhulika, have you gotten the coconuts, the red flowers, and the sacred thread?" Her mum asked her.

"But I thought Kashika had bought those. Wasn't she supposed to get everything ready yesterday" Madhulika was very tired, she had been the one making preparations. Her younger sister wasn't even doing anything, the least she could do was buy the things needed for the preparation but she didn't do it.

Kashika had always been like that, lazy and bad mouthed. Although she was rude, she wasn't to madhulika.

Madhulika had earned respect from Kashika because of how easy going and nice she was.

"You know how she can be, go to the market and buy the things, please, just go" Divya pleaded to her daughter.

"Alright, I will use some of my savings to buy it. After all, it worths it... Today we are bringing Lord Ganesha home!!" She screamed the last part in happiness.

Madhulika started heading to the market, she greeted lots of people on her way.

"Here's your change" The seller gave her some rupees as her change.

"Thank you for the discount" She smiled at the woman and and started heading back home.

'I really can't wait for the veneration, it's going to make everyone feel renewed. I will also wish for the lord to make my dream of becoming an actress come to pass... I hope I...' Her thoughts were cuts off when she bumped into someone.

"I am sorry" She apologized. At this moment she didn't bother to look at the person, she just bent down to pick her bags that fell. And unfortunately, one of the coconuts broke.

' What a bad luck. This costs me my savings' She didn't want to get angry because it was a special day. A day of love and joy, but she couldn't help it.

"See what you've done " She yelled and lifted her head up.

Immediately she saw the figure in front of her, she gasped slightly.

The beauty of the man standing in front of her made her speechless. He was so cute beyond imaginations.

She noticed he looked different from a normal India guy. 'Perhaps he is not from here' She thought.

"Hello! You bumped into me, stop acting like I was the one that did" He snapped at her. His English was fluent, and his voice was sweet to hear.

Madhulika quickly gathered herself up, she cleared her throat and yelled back at him. "Didn't you also bump into me. Listen Mr man, don't..." She paused when she remembered she had to go home quickly for the festival.

"Oh lord, I am late" She muttered to herself and made to walk away, but the guy held her wrist, stopping her.

Madhulika stared at him, then at her wrist. She carefully dropped the bag on the floor, which contains the things she had bought.

"You pervert" She made a fist with her right hand, and gave him a punch on his face.

"Ouch!" The man screamed in pain.

"Do not underestimate the power of madhulika. Goodbye" She picked her bag and started to run home.

Getting home, she saw that her mother was impatiently waiting for her.

"Madhulika, what took you so long?" Divya asked.

"Nothing. Here are the stuffs" She replied and handed the bag over to her.

"You bought a lot of things. Don't you think they are too much?"Divya was worried because of the way madhulika usually spends money to buy excess things.

" It's lord Ganesha' festival, so cheer up...."Madhulika was saying, when she heard the sounds of playing drums, and singing.

"They are here" She ran outside the house.

Outside was filled with lots of people. Some were carrying the god, while some were playing drums and singing. All of them were putting on yellow clothes.

"Hail lord Ganesha!" One of them screamed so loudly.

"Hail!" Everyone chorused, including Madhulika.

She covered her hair with the

ghoonghat, joined her palms together, and bowed. "Hail lord Ganesha" She muttered.

They placed the idol at the right place, and then did all the necessary rituals.

It was finally time for the ritual. The whole family was present in the room Lord ganesha was placed.

And it was madhulika turn to perform her veneration. She took the tray containing the candle and other things, then she started moving it round in front of the idol.

'Hey lord, I hope you will fulfill my dreams right now. I have never been so desperate to become an actress. I don't know why but I feel like today is an amazing day... Hail, lord' She thought to herself and bowed again.

The festival for that day finally came to an end, everyone was happy after the veneration.

Madhulika was in the living room acting up a play, she didn't know when kashika walked past her to open the door.

"You think you can beat me? I am going to rip that eyes off yours out" She said, as if someone was present with her.

Kashika on the other hand heard a knock, she walked pass Madhulika who was so busy acting up her rubbish - according to her.

She opened the door only to see a man she hadn't even met before.

"Hey, who are you?" She asked.

"Isn't this apartment 3?"The man also asked.

'Hmm. His accent explains something; he isn't from India. He looks so cute... Kashika this is your chance' She thought and smiled at him.

"This is four, three is over there" She replied, pointing at a particular direction.

"Oops, sorry for disturbing" The man wanted to turn back and leave, but Kashika stopped him by saying, "We are celebrating today, come in and have some sweets. And you must also be tired, I will make you coffee".

"Thanks. But no, thanks. The apartment is a stone throw from here, no need" He rejected kindly.

"I don't take no for an answer. Come in" She dragged the stranger's hand into the living room.

Getting inside, Liam saw a lady talking to herself. He couldn't see her face because his back was facing her.

He figured out the lady was acting. He was bemused by the way she was talking.

" That's my crazy sister, ignore her crazy attitude and please sit" Kashika said, she took him to the couch and sat down.

This time around, Liam could see the face of the lady. He furrowed his brows in surprise.

Madhulika stopped acting when she notice the presence of people in the living room. She stared at them and her eyes sparked in surprise.

"You!" There both chorused.

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