Mr. Kapoor - Hold My Heart Forever !

The bustling city of Mumbai shook with the news that rocked every household with early morning newspaper as well as social media.

‘The famous world renowned business man and film producer responsible for hundreds of block buster movies has been busted today,’

‘The biggest and most popular producer who gave many hits to the screen has been hit by the worst scandal ever,’

‘Ram Khanna, the world famous producer who has churned out hit movies like Mona, the blood bath, and Love is in the air, has been charged with rape by a newbie half the age of his daughter,’

Superstar Samaira Khanna’s father, the famous producer found guilty of raping a new actress under pretext of giving her a role,”

The whole city that had once loved his movies were instantly enraged and their hearts cursed the man and his family. He was abused and brutally thrashed all over social media and he was boycotted from everywhere

In a hotel room somewhere in the city, a mobile phone couldn't stop buzzing continuously, a beautiful girl’s heavy eyelids flickered open with great difficulty, irritated, she held her head which throbbed with pain as she sat up on the bed, moving her eye patch aside she picked the phone to see who was the caller

“Sam,” Monique spoke from the other end

“Where’s the fire Monique, why are you disturbing me this early?” Samaira had a late night party and didn’t want to go home drunk, so she stayed back in the hotel, it was only 10 am now

“Sam, leave the hotel immediately and rush back home,” Monique sounded serious

“Geez, why so serious girl, why don’t you come here and we have breakfast and head out shopping the new mall is...,”

“Sam, please do as I say, no more discussions, please come home immediately,” before Samaira could say anything, Monique had disconnected the call, she was her secretary and a good friend, sensing that she was truly serious, Samaira got up, freshened up and walked out

As she walked out of the reception lobby she saw several gazes fixed on her, her car had not yet arrived, though she had her bodyguards with her, how could you be protected by gazes that burn through you, after all she was a celebrity, assuming that they just wanted to get a peak of her she simply smiled as she passed by them.

Samaira was a no nonsense star, she never threw tantrums or never evaded or disappointed her fans. She smiled at them, allowed them to take selfies and even hugged kids happily.

Somehow after she took a few steps she felt that the aura of the gazes fixated on her was different today, suddenly a fan blocked her way, though the guards protected her, she being her friendly self didn’t mind

“Samaira, what do you think about what your father did?”

Samaira was taken aback, she didn’t know what the person was talking about, before she could ask, another woman walked by her

“You deserve the same pain that your father inflicted upon that girl,”

Samaira was beginning to get uncomfortable

“What are you talking about?” she asked in a calm tone

Just then out of nowhere someone jumped before her and touched her face roughly

“you bitch, you don’t know what we’re talking about,”

The guards immediately pounced on the woman and pulled her away, Samaira was shaken and shivering, nothing like this had ever happened to her, but to her horror there was suddenly a large group of men and women who stood facing her, ready with black paint and slippers in their hands, blocking her way to the car

Samaira had only 2 bodyguards with her that day and how many would they fight off, the crowd neared her and a woman was about to smear her face with black, Samaira shrunk away to protect herself, suddenly from nowhere she felt enveloped in a pair of strong arms that blocked her from the impending attack

Samaira was in a state of shock, her body trembled like a dry leaf, the pair of arms that protected her were now guiding her to a car, she simply followed as her guards were still controlling the crowd.

Once in the car, she looked up with teary eyes at her saviour and was shocked to see Siddharth Kapoor, the scion to the biggest business house in country that controlled economy through entire Asia and had a strong presence in many western countries as well.

Samaira went numb, though they moved in similar social circles and both their fathers were known to be best friends, she had never interacted with him. He maintained a low profile most of the times

In fact a few months back her parents were coaxing her to get married to Siddharth as they wanted to take forward the friendship between the two seniors to the next level, however, Samaira never agreed, she had heard many stories about this young heir to the Kapoor empire and many were not pleasant ones. Her father had reprimanded her for the same as her refusal had hurt his ego

Being an actress she was conscious of whom she met and spoke with and he was not a guy to mingle with due to his underworld connections as well.

However, it was this man who was considered as mean, ruthless and brutal who had saved her from her current situation

“Th.. thank you so much,” she stuttered as she looked at his domineering aura

Not replying to her, he simply pulled out a few tissues from the back of the seat and handed it to her

“This..?” she looked at him quizzically

He pulled opened a flap on the back of the seat before her, a small mirror came in her view.

Horror filled her eyes as she looked at her face in the mirror, immediately tears gushed out, someone had blackened her face to humiliate her and that’s what she felt right now.. humiliated.

“Its okay, just wipe it off,’ his voice didn’t sound gentle or comforting, but it was rich and deep.. and commanding

Samaira quickly wiped her face clean and looked at him

“Thank you again for what you did back there, I guess I’ll go back to my car,”

She was about to open the door

“Do you think you can make it there?,” she looked where he pointed, her guards were still fighting the crowd, someone had smashed the window of her car, Samaira was aghast

“What happened, why are they doing this to me?” she asked confused

“I’ll drop you home,” Siddharth ignored her question and gestured at his driver

Soon Samaira reached the gates of her mansion, but she could see a huge crowd assembled at the gates of her mansion, they shouted slogans against her father and her

“Ram Khanna go die,’

“RK you’re a shame to our nation,”

“RK you shuld f*ck your daughter Samaira, or we will do it,”

“F*ck Samaira,”

“r*pe for a r*pe,”

Samaira was horrified, what had happened in one night that aggravated such animosity and hatred from the public.

"What was all this ruckus about?" she spoke to herself

Seeing her dilemma Siddharth guided his driver to drop her at the back gate, somehow Samaira managed to sneak into her mansion.

Just as she was about to enter the foyer, something hard and heavy fell from the top and crashed at her feet.

Wet, warm, sticky and moist droplets splashed all across her face and body, Samaira froze on the spot and her eyes went wide in shock and disbelief

"Dad!,"

A loud shout escaped her lips

The crowd that was going wild and wanted to ravage them a while back suddenly became silent, there was nothing but an eerie silence that could be heard around suddenly

Truth is like a fragile bird, a small pressure of rumours can twist its neck and kill it..

All Hearts !!