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kanikaxsharma:
“I wouldn’t know either,” Kanika intoned softly. “I mean I’ve never fucked a politician before,” she teased, completely aware of the awful play on words she had made but then again, her sense of her humor had always been reticent of awful puns, and cheesy one liners - there was no reason for her to change now.
She sighed at his words, before reaching over for a flute of champagne. “I’m not trying to make you guilty yaar, joke tha,” Kanika reminded him instead; it was moments like this that forced her to wonder what had caused her heart to harden so much - she didn’t want to admit it but she knew that Aditya was one of the main reasons. Noticing that he hadn’t picked up any of the alcohol that was being served, she raised an eyebrow in interest.
The Karan Oberoi she knew was practically married to alcohol - so this was a pleasant change, one that dredged up a genuine smile from the depths of her heart. “Not drinking tonight?” Kanika asked casually.
“We can change that right now, aaja,” Karan quirked an eyebrow in her direction, but it felt half-hearted, even to him. Sometimes he wished he was one of those people that didn’t let things bother him too much, and let himself casually slip into old patterns. But he wasn’t-- and this didn’t seem to be something that was going away at least for the next six to nine months. But the familiarity of having her around did manage to ease some tension.
“Pata hai, phir bhi, I still feel bad,” Karan scoffed, rolling his eyes in slight amusement. Watching the party unfold before him was a lost less pleasurable than he’d imagined. Seeing Anahita and Arjun avoid each other like the plague, watching Rishika share a few words with Armaan, the smell of alcohol sitting beside him-- maybe he shouldn’t stayed home.
“Uh,” he paused for a few moments, wondering if he should explain or brush it off. He hadn’t told more than a couple of people, afraid he’d somehow jinx it and it would all go downhill from there. “Three and a half months sober, actually.”
“But you weren’t supposed to love me, this is not how it’s supposed to be.”
AU in which Karan Oberoi (Arjun Kapoor) and Anahita Talwar (Deepika Padukone) were forced to be in a fake relationship for the press, and couldn’t stand each other. It wasn’t till they finally stopped pretending that they became friends, and close ones, that too. It was around that time that they realized they’d always been in love.
ranjuns:
kanikaxsharma:
There were a million other things, a million other places that Kanika could be at rather than this party - well, there was only one and her thoughts kept flitting back to her daughter who she had very reluctantly left with her parents. There was a time where Kanika hated parties like these; usually, it was because of the constant insecurities that niggled at her conscience. Insecurities that Kanika had recently learned how to push away, and she knew she looked impeccable (stunning perhaps - if her daughter’s reaction was anything to go by) in a long black and white number.
“Saath le toh aaye ho - but what is the guarantee you won’t drop red corn syrup on me at this event?” Kanika teased, having heard Karan’s complaint and wanting nothing more than to take her friend’s mind off of the topic.
“But yeah– I don’t understand why KJo found this plot so worthy.”
Karan looked over at his ‘date’, letting out a short puff of breath through his nose before setting the paper aside, pinching the bridge of his nose thoughtfully. The only reason he’d immediately thought of Kanika when he needed someone to support him through this party was because she knew, she’d been there through the years he’d suffered the most. Above that, reconnecting with her had always been one of the few things that nagged him about leaving Delhi-- that he’d left without an explanation and without a goodbye. He hadn’t completely despised his life in Delhi, and she happened to be one of the few redeemable aspects of his childhood.
“Kyun guilt de rahi hai yaar,” he grumbled, loosening his uncomfortably tight tie slightly as a waiter came over with a tray full of drinks that had him averting his gaze, wiping his sweaty palms against his pants.
“I don’t get it either-- what’s so interesting about politics-- fucking politicians.”
Karan scanned the document that had been unceremoniously handed to him the second he’d walked in, the script sitting beside him. He’d only managed to get as far as the first two pages in the script a couple of days beforehand, the gist of it giving him a headache before he even reached the crux of the movie. But with the shortened version, the dull headache was turning into a sort of chronic pain and he felt the inexplicable need to run. But he already had-- away from that life, away from everything that resembled that life. And yet, here he was, playing a character that mirrored the man he ran away from, and there wasn’t much he could do about it.
“Cheerful plot, isn’t it.”
thedrao:
There has got to be some type of rule about the amount of car accidents shown in a movie. I’ve counted four in this brief already, what is going on?
It makes for good TV, or something. All that blood, gore, violence-- makes the movie more ‘off-beat’ than any other regular bollywood masala film.
TEXT: Thanks for the pointer i'll keep it in mind. TEXT: Yaar, you don't want to know. TEXT: Good, I want that non veg place near hughes road.. or is it maganlal path? TEXT: You know the place.
TEXT: Good
TEXT: I do want to know, actually
TEXT: Baba that’s by Dadabhai Naoroji road
TEXT: I’ll come pick you up, where are you?
TEXT: Mujhe kya hoga? I'm perfectly fine as always. TEXT: Spending time with the kids at the NGO always leaves me somehow feeling better. You should try it sometime. TEXT: I can only imagine how the little boys would react at seeing you there.
TEXT: Perfectly fine as always, sure.
TEXT: I can imagine, maybe someday soon. Getting away from the set might actually be good
TEXT: Not as excitedly as they react to you being there
TEXT: Trust me, I was a little boy once
sameerasingh:
The lovely people at Dharma Productions… what’s that saying? You can never have too much of a good thing. And according to our lovely producer, Mr. Johar, we haven’t had a real political thriller since Raajneeti that actually worked at the BO.
By the way, didn’t you realise this was what you were going to be working on?
What’s so good about politics, haan? Maybe Mr. Johar needs to step back and see he’s probably too old for this shit now. If I had realized, I wouldn’t be here.
rishrath-rp:
Armaan mentioned the storyline in passing and I may have given him a few pointers. You know this is your fault for skimping over the script.
So I see you’ve been consorting with our director again. The least you could’ve done was mention it.
TEXT: Yes, that is definitely okay with me. TEXT: Arre, I'm not senti, I'm just--making sure you know I appreciate you, not just tolerate you. TEXT: Kabhi kabhi, I try to be nice too. I know it's shocking to hear but it's true.
TEXT: I know baba, you chill
TEXT: So shocking
TEXT: Anyway, how’re you doing?
TEXT: what are you doing? Do you want to get something to eat? No I haven't slept. TEXT: Was that too many sentences for one text?
TEXT: Too many sentences for one text
TEXT: Why haven’t you slept?
TEXT: Let’s go get food
TEXT: That's all I can ask, and I'm trusting you. Please if it gets too much--mujhse nahi toh at least kisi aur se baat karna. TEXT: Ah, well in that case, thank you for doing it. TEXT: I agree with wanting familiar faces, and hey you know I appreciate you being around so much na?
TEXT: If it gets too much, I’ll come straight to you. Or go to Rish. Okay?
TEXT: Ab senti kyun ho gayi? I know, and I appreciate you being around too
rishrath-rp:
At least we have a tonne of experience in the matter, hain na?
Did you know?
ladyagarwals:
“Perfection? Wow, I’m not surprised actually, you’re actually really frustrating to deal with. A little kindness would hurt anyone either, Karan.
To quote the Gita, ‘ He who has let go of hatred who treats all beings with kindness and compassion, who is always serene, unmoved by pain or pleasure.’
“I save my ‘kindness’ for the public, but thanks for trying. And you can quote the Gita all you want, it isn’t going to make me religious.”
ladyagarwals:
“L-O-L, Karan, I’m so offended! I have to say, you haven’t changed a bit. You’re still that hilariously attractive ass I knew.”
“What’s the point of changing perfection? Can’t say I’m not disappointed that you haven’t changed at all, either. A little silence could benefit us all.”
TEXT: Karan, you're talking to me, remember? I'm one of the few people who can see through your bullshit? TEXT: I get it okay. I was there--just don't close people out right now please? TEXT: Yes Armaan's the director--you didn't realize that either? What made you say yes to the film then? TEXT: This would be so much easier if we were face to face.
TEXT: I won’t. Sorry
TEXT: I guess it’s a little stressful being in the middle of all that again. I’ll be fine, don’t worry
TEXT: Saw you and Arjun were doing it so
TEXT: It’s good to be around familiar faces at times like this