Me Too - Part 2

It was first day shooting. The director had explained the dialogues to her. She wasn’t good at delivering the dialogues at first, but later she picked up. Even the director Kavin had altered and reduced the length of few dialogues. But he was careful that it won’t affect the script of the movie at all. The leading actor Baren Asvajit befriended with her quickly. Initially when the director had told him that she was little shy he thought he was lying. But on the sets he had come to know it was true and she was still not running along with their wave length. On the other side, he liked her very much personally.

During the first day shooting, he had talked about her personal life. He was happy that she wasn’t yet a committed girl to someone. He knew that if she was dating someone it would be impossible to move closely with her. But he was married and had couple of boys in his house. Yes, he got married to a vocalist from the same film background. Even the media had covered so many stories about their marriage life. Everyone in the industry thought he was such a genuine person and even the young stars worshiped him a lot. He was their idol in the film industry if you wanted to know further. He had given so many hits for past ten years and had tons of experience as an actor. His last two movies were block busters, earning him a name that he was an ever green star as the revenue of these films alone had crossed three hundred crores. Even one of his films was shortlisted for the Oswald award.

“I got it, I will deliver this dialogue now,” Savitha said. She wasn’t either smiling or grimacing. The make-up artist had come down with a small mirror and with some facial creams and origami napkins. She had seen her face in the mirror for a last time before the shot began. She had wiped the smudge of her right eyelid with a napkin, which was smeared with thick line of black kajal. Her eyes looked as good as fish eyes. It was light blue and sparkling like a glitter fly in the night. She wore a transparent green silk sari and black blouse. You could see the thrust of the brown stems of her full breasts clearly. It was a romantic scene and they had to perform very closely. When the director had told her about this scene she had no hesitation to do it. She said okay. Baren Asvajit was waiting in front of the giant camera for her to join him. He was looking still young at forty plus years of age. There was no doubt he was still having a massive fan following.

“Roll camera action,” the director commanded.

The big camera slowly moved as cinematographer angled it perfectly. The scene was taken inside a bungalow, outskirts of Dang in Gujarat. It was a deep quieted place, surrounded by towering hills everywhere. According to actual script, the hero would kill heroin’s father, who isn’t willing to marry his daughter to him. It isn’t an intended murder, but when her father pulls a trigger to threaten, the hero fumbles to save his life and hurtle himself over him and try to misdirect the bullet, but it eventually kills her father. It happens when the hero goes to meet her parents in home. But her mother won’t be there and he had to talk alone with her father.

The hero wouldn’t be able to get an approval from him, and this talk finally end up in quarrel and fist pumping before the bullet pierce into the heart of her father. The heroine grieves but doesn’t want to tell the police that her boyfriend had killed him. When the hero bemuses himself to stand in front of her after the unfortunate death of her father, she says him to go and hide somewhere far from the city. That’s how he has come from Mumbai to Gujarat to stay in a rented bungalow, it was cheap though. After fifteen days of struggle they are finally meeting here in a calm and isolated place. The investigation is still work in progress in Mumbai to find the criminal who had murdered her father.

“I’m sorry dear, I am the reason why we are separated and living a lonely life in an unknown place like this,” the hero says.

The camera was moving close to him and capturing every emotion in his face. The heroine Anjutha (according to script) stood in front of the hero in an arm distance. He meets her in the large living room of the bungalow, which was built in eighteenth century, and you could see the strong pillars everywhere inside. Even the door was thick and wider, it was made of maple wood. There wasn’t a soul living in the house apart from them. Not even a television kept inside. An eerie silence ensued for a few seconds between them. The heroine was so happy to meet him after long days, her hands were shivering. T

he grief of her father had eluded from her heart. Now it was the time to get in touch with her boyfriend again. Her eyes were moistened. Her lips trembled. Yes, she plunged on him as her hands rounded his waist and ran her fingers on his back. In fact the hero had felt her upright breasts poking his body, and he couldn’t control his lust with this espousing scene. He wanted to run his hands over her back too. But this wasn’t mentioned in the scene at all. As per the director, the hero shouldn’t run his fingers over her body. The scene should convey her feelings as best as it could be. So she discarded the touch from the hero.

“I love you. I can’t live without you dear, please come back to Mumbai again,” she says, still hugging him. Her glycerin tears were running down on her cheeks. She is really acting well in this scene, the director thought.

Now, the hero was running his thick fingers on her back, which was glistening like marble. She wore magenta backless and short sleeved swing party dress. His fingers ran down until her waist and again came swabbing up. His eyes were frenzy with love and lust, he felt like kissing on her lips, but he knew it wasn’t in the scene at all. The director was perplexed by the act of the hero. He still verified the scene he had written on the notepad. No, I haven’t told him to run his fingers on her back, he thought. But he didn’t protest and didn’t have the willpower to cancel the shoot either. The crew who were along with them enjoyed this scene. Particularly, the lighting fellow who stood close to the heroine was merely ejaculated on seeing this intimate scene between them.

“I too miss you a lot. I wanted to come back Mumbai, but……….” the hero said, his lips were close to hers. He could smell vanilla bourbon from the red lipstick she had applied on her lips. His breath was falling on her face, and she could feel the heat of it. But she didn’t want to focus on what he was doing now. Her struggle was to tell the next dialogue rightly. After all it was her debut film and she had to perform well. She didn’t have time to worry about all these things now. She knew the hero willingly kept locked her for more than forty seconds, but as per the scene it was just about fifteen seconds only and the hero had to release her immediately. But he was still holding her tightly, even though she had tried to release her clutch on him.

“You are worrying about police?” she said.

There was a small shake from his head. But he was still holding her. The director wants to stop it, but he didn’t still have the courage to tell him because of the hero’s enormous fame. He knew if he had pointed out the conflicts in his act, the hero mightn’t give a call sheet for this movie at all and it would keep dragging for many months. Also he had heard from the previous directors who had worked with this hero, that he was little snarky type and should be handled carefully like a mirror in a cardboard. That’s why he was even afraid to cut the scene in the middle.

“No dear. I am ready to die for you. I am staying here only because of you. Once the storm is passed in the police circle, I will come to stay with you. I am afraid I should stay here until then,” he says.

The heroine was feeling bit uneasy now. She knew what it was. His crotch was bulging and it was disturbing her. She felt awkward to stay close to him. She was screaming from inside her mind to cut the scene now. But she wasn’t able to.

“I can understand,” she says with enormous emotion in her eyes. “But comeback soon my dear. I can’t live without you.” It was contradictory to what she had felt inside. But somehow she had continued acting well. In fact, the director was very impressed with her performance. She hadn’t thought she could bring such a best performance on to the table.

There was a shake from the hero’s head and a brief close of his eyelids. The scene was finished.

“Cut…….cut…..” the director said.

Now the shooting was done. The director had asked his team to pack up things and they had to go Saputara hills to shoot a romance song tomorrow. It was consequent to this scene. Now, the hero had come and sat on the wooden chair laid for him. They had laid one more chair for heroine too, next to him. But she had hesitated to go and sit there. She took a deep breath before she decided to stay away from him. She asked the make-up artist to move the chair away from the hero. He said okay and tried to take away the chair, but the hero had stopped him.

“Where are you pulling it?” he asked.

The make-up artist folded his hands before him and said in a quivering voice, “Madam asked me to move this chair from here,” he said, as pointed his index finger at the heroine, who turned her head aside. She didn’t want to see the hero at all. Various thoughts were surfacing on her mind now. Clearly she wasn’t impressed by the way he had done to her. She felt like going to the police station and give complaint about him. But she wasn’t interested in this. She had fear that she might lose her movie career altogether. It was her dream to become a big star in the cine industry. No, I am not going to give complaint against him, she thought.

“Okay, you go away. Don’t move the chair from here. I will talk to her,” the hero said.

The make-up artist had gone to do his chores.

Now, the hero slowly walked down, he was careful that his feet not tangled with the black wires running across on the floor. There were lots of technical devices like lighting kit, sound recorders, microphones, powerful batteries, generators and make up boxes surfaced there.

“What happened to you? Why you didn’t come and sit next to me?” he asked in a concerned voice.

“No nothing,” she said with a little shake from her head. Her hands were folded across her bosom. They both were standing. The supporting crew wrapped the shoot for the day.

“No I don’t think so. There must be something. You are trying to hide from me,” he said, looking into her eyes.

She dragged her feet little away from him. She didn’t want to talk with him. She knew she couldn’t talk her heart out with him. She had her own restraints. But she can’t keep distance from him either, she might lose her chance from acting in this movie if keep rebelling with him.

The hero was quite annoyed this time. He grabbed her hand with a firm touch of his fingers. Her white palm turned pink now. You could see there was some pressure in her green veins. She didn’t know what should do know. The director had seen this, but he didn’t want to involve in this matter. He knew these things were common between a hero and heroine as they act together. He didn’t want to poke his head in between them. But he was little drilled to know how the heroine going to react if the hero take advantage of her?

The heroine squeezed her hand out of his grip, and she threw a haughty look at him. The hero was pissed off now. He didn’t like the audacity of the girl. Not a single girl had protested him before. But here a girl was stubborn to his carnal desires. He was deeply embarrassed. Even the cameraman and lighting guy had seen this and ducked their heads as if nothing had happened here.

“Savitha………….” He called her name loudly as she sprang forward and came near to the director.

“Director I am leaving to my hotel. We will meet in hills tomorrow morning for the shot,” she said with an upset voice. She was panting lightly as her bosom raising and falling. There were flames in her eyes. The hero saw her with vengeance in his mind, but didn’t like to meddle with her now. He would find a right time to talk with her later.

The director didn’t want to ask anything. He knew what was happening here.

“Okay, but how do you go? Come and join in our SUV,” he said.

She shook her head with some disgust.

“No director, I have to leave now. It’s only three kilometers right? I will walk through this new place.” she said with a resolute voice, “I am feeling slight headache. I think I need some rest.”

The director closed his mouth, and he didn’t want to ask her anything.

“Okay, your wish. But be ready at five in the morning. We have planned to shoot during the sunrise,” he said.

“Sure,” she said and strode down with her long legs.

She had a wonderful time while she walked through the green pastures, tall trees and serpentine roads. The cold wind was hitting on her cheeks all the while she walked down through this quite, but beautiful place. She couldn’t see huge crowd like Mumbai here, and it was not cramped either and she felt at ease now. On the way she had seen few children playing in the open grassy ground, as one small boy ran to chase another guy. Yes, they were playing thief and police game.

She heard their giggles, which was echoed in the steep hills surrounded place. The first guy almost ran furiously and he was about to bump on Savitha, but she avoided an impending collision finally. But she wasn’t upset and enjoyed this moment very much. She had almost forgotten what had happened to her earlier. Her uneasiness became pleasure now. Also on the way, she had seen the ladies carrying potful of water on their heads as they walked down briskly, while talking about their household stories. Each lady carried at least two pots stacked up on their heads as they walked down.

Savitha had no idea how they had balanced it even as they walked. I would have broken at least five pots before I bring handful of water to the house, she thought insanely on seeing them. She was thirsty and asked them to give some water, which they did with contentment. With merry in their eyes, a lady poured water into her both scooped hands as she slurped it. Savitha had never drunk water like this before, it was tasted like tender coconut water with sweet in it and so fresh and clear. You could see your face in it like a mirror. She thanked them with folded hands and returned back to her hotel. Surprisingly, the film crew had come to the hotel earlier to her. It was already dark when she came there. The white moon was treading slowly up in the sky.