When charming, goofy Vicky Behl, everybody’s favourite scandalous leading man, and Kritika Vadukut gorgeous model/badminton player turned successful actress, meet on the sets of Ranjha Ranjha they find it hard not to give in to their attraction to each other amidst all the romantic numbers and their undeniable onscreen and off-screen chemistry. But will the pressure and scrutiny of Bollywood allow Vicky to assure Kritika that’s he’s a fantastic partner off-screen too, or will there be a twist in the tale?
Inspired from Saranya Rai’s book, Love, Take Two, we’ve come up with ten ‘simple’ rules for Dating a Bollywood Goddess.
‘Word is she doesn’t fraternize with the likes of you, especially after her last public break-up.’
Vicky immediately sat up straight. ‘Likes of me? What is that supposed to mean? What’s wrong with me? ‘Meaning you wealthy, well-connected types. She is understandably wary after the shit that went down with Raunak Rajput.’
‘No, this isn’t She’s All That, desi Freddie Prinze Jr! I’m just making a general observation. Kritika Vadukut is out of your league.’
‘But I’m not a star-kid! Does it even count if your dad has some friends in the industry? I’m like . . . like . . . Pluto. Trying hard to be a planet but disowned by the solar system.
Vicky scrambled to cover up for his mid-conversation wayward thoughts. ‘Yeah, sorry, I kinda started fantasizing about the mango kulfi my cook makes. It’s so incredible, I’d give my firstborn for it.’
‘Aur jo apni bansuri ki dhun mein baandh kar mera dil le ja raha ho, usse main kaise yaad karoon?’
Vicky knew he’d regret it, but he did it anyway.‘As the Pied Piper of Hamelin, Heeriye.’
His steady gaze wasn’t threatening at all—just slightly curious and sympathetic. Kriti was suddenly overcome by an urge to get up from her chair, walk over to him and throw herself into his arms for a comforting hug.
‘This wasn’t—I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought it would be fun to hang out. Sorry, if I appeared to imply anything else.’
Vicky stared at her in amazement. ‘Did I just get schooled by my own baby sister?’ ‘Oh, for God’s sake, I’m hardly your baby sister. And yeah, you did. Mini-3, Vicky-0.’
He pulled her closer, tightening his arms around her waist. Droplets of water clung to her hair and made her skin gleam in the late afternoon sun. She seemed in no particular hurry to go anywhere, and Ranjha? Ranjha wasn’t quite ready to let her go either.
Meher was one of Kriti’s closest friends and she’d volunteered to cook for their little picnic. He knew that helping her lay out the food on a thick rug was a test of some kind, he just wasn’t sure of what.
Disclaimer
Love, Take Two is not Cosmopolitan and any dubious relationship advice is meant to be applied in precisely the spirit in which it is given.