fic: bhool bhulaiyaa, aditya/radha, pg.
Bollywood fic! omg!
dr shrivastav, or how i learned to embrace unsanity
fandom: bhool bhulaiyaa (bollywood film)
pairing: aditya/radha
rating: pg
disclaimer: Not my characters, not my intellectual property, but let's be honest, Priyadarshan stole it, too.
notes; Spoilers throughout the movie, and then slightly after. ~700 words.
Radha is mixing spices when she hears him enter the kitchen. No apologies, no queries of whether she's too busy to talk to him, just his stupid grinning face way too close to hers suddenly, and a casual greeting, "Hi Radha."
She says nothing, not even glancing his way, continuing to work the spices though with more force now, grinding them against the wooden bowl like she'd crush bits of skull. His skull, maybe. Isn't that kind of what shrinks do, after all?
She feels him looking at her, though, just looking, eyes wandering over her facial features and hair. She resists temptation to glare at him, and eventually he stops staring, and his grin softens into a mild quirk of lip.
"I want to speak to you in private," he says.
"This is private," she replies and moves a step away from him, to reach for something in the cabinets that she then sets down on the counter.
He glances over his shoulder, two servants chopping vegetables and Nandini singing film songs somewhere in the vicinity. Okay, so maybe not that private.
"Tonight," he says, "at the front porch."
And he leaves, just like that, with no goofs or jokes or silly mannerisms to accompany him and she's got shivers going down her spine for all the wrong reasons. There's something fishy about it, she knows, but maybe - just maybe - there isn't, and that's why she she wraps a shawl around her shoulders that night, and walks slowly and quietly to the front porch.
He's waiting, and a lazy smile spreads on his face as he sees her.
Radha takes a step back. "What do you want?"
"Two kids, a house, and legs like a kangaroo," he says. "You know. For the jumping."
She snorts and turns to leave but he rushes to stop her. "Somebody's ill in this house, Radha, and I know it's not you."
"Who is it, then?" she asks and observes as his face loses all of its humor, and he appears very serious, very professional and very sad.
"I need you to help me cure her," he says and Radha suddenly knows exactly who he means. Her eyes mist as she just nods her head silently, allowing his comforting hand to pet her shoulder as he tells her everything she needs to know.
To know how to act.
*
Radha's screams echo as shocked expressions on everybody's faces and her hands are shaking as they close the window panes, and she wonders if she's doing this right, if she's doing this right at all. She sinks to the floor, and her sobs are drowned out by the sounds of the commotion outside.
Aditya enters the room and soon she feels his hand on her head. "Is this alright, Radha? Can you do this?"
"It's okay, I can.. I can keep doing this," she says and wipes her tears.
"I wouldn't want you to--" he begins but she interrupts him.
"You said it'll help her. Do you still think it will?"
"Yes, but only if you're sure--"
"I'm sure," Radha assures him, "I'm sure."
She finally meets his eyes, and they share a smile. Not a very bright one, under these circumstances, but a smile all the same.
"Anything I can get you?" he asks, standing up.
"Water, a good book and duck feet. You know, for the swimming." She's not sure why she's joking, why she's joking now out of all occasions, but it feels right all the same, it feels right with him.
To be with him, but she brushes that thought aside as he opens the doors, and casts one more look at her before closing them again.
Before the night falls, one of the servants delivers water, some food and a book to her room.
*
"It's difficult to live with insane people, but it's impossible to live with a psychiatrist. Do you want to try it anyway?" he asks her later, much, much later, and she only has one answer.
On the fifth circle around the sacred fire on their wedding day, he stops her to ask, "Are you sure?"
"Am I sure I'm marrying the craziest sane man in India, Dr Shrivastav?" She smiles. "I'm quite sure."
"What does that make you, then?" he asks her, as he relents to her prodding and continues walking.
"A kangaroo," she says.
---
...........yeah I thought they were like the cutest part in the movie. fkgkfhkdfjhjgkjd I don't know why.
...I may just crush Akshay in this movie A LOT. Ahem.
dr shrivastav, or how i learned to embrace unsanity
fandom: bhool bhulaiyaa (bollywood film)
pairing: aditya/radha
rating: pg
disclaimer: Not my characters, not my intellectual property, but let's be honest, Priyadarshan stole it, too.
notes; Spoilers throughout the movie, and then slightly after. ~700 words.
Radha is mixing spices when she hears him enter the kitchen. No apologies, no queries of whether she's too busy to talk to him, just his stupid grinning face way too close to hers suddenly, and a casual greeting, "Hi Radha."
She says nothing, not even glancing his way, continuing to work the spices though with more force now, grinding them against the wooden bowl like she'd crush bits of skull. His skull, maybe. Isn't that kind of what shrinks do, after all?
She feels him looking at her, though, just looking, eyes wandering over her facial features and hair. She resists temptation to glare at him, and eventually he stops staring, and his grin softens into a mild quirk of lip.
"I want to speak to you in private," he says.
"This is private," she replies and moves a step away from him, to reach for something in the cabinets that she then sets down on the counter.
He glances over his shoulder, two servants chopping vegetables and Nandini singing film songs somewhere in the vicinity. Okay, so maybe not that private.
"Tonight," he says, "at the front porch."
And he leaves, just like that, with no goofs or jokes or silly mannerisms to accompany him and she's got shivers going down her spine for all the wrong reasons. There's something fishy about it, she knows, but maybe - just maybe - there isn't, and that's why she she wraps a shawl around her shoulders that night, and walks slowly and quietly to the front porch.
He's waiting, and a lazy smile spreads on his face as he sees her.
Radha takes a step back. "What do you want?"
"Two kids, a house, and legs like a kangaroo," he says. "You know. For the jumping."
She snorts and turns to leave but he rushes to stop her. "Somebody's ill in this house, Radha, and I know it's not you."
"Who is it, then?" she asks and observes as his face loses all of its humor, and he appears very serious, very professional and very sad.
"I need you to help me cure her," he says and Radha suddenly knows exactly who he means. Her eyes mist as she just nods her head silently, allowing his comforting hand to pet her shoulder as he tells her everything she needs to know.
To know how to act.
*
Radha's screams echo as shocked expressions on everybody's faces and her hands are shaking as they close the window panes, and she wonders if she's doing this right, if she's doing this right at all. She sinks to the floor, and her sobs are drowned out by the sounds of the commotion outside.
Aditya enters the room and soon she feels his hand on her head. "Is this alright, Radha? Can you do this?"
"It's okay, I can.. I can keep doing this," she says and wipes her tears.
"I wouldn't want you to--" he begins but she interrupts him.
"You said it'll help her. Do you still think it will?"
"Yes, but only if you're sure--"
"I'm sure," Radha assures him, "I'm sure."
She finally meets his eyes, and they share a smile. Not a very bright one, under these circumstances, but a smile all the same.
"Anything I can get you?" he asks, standing up.
"Water, a good book and duck feet. You know, for the swimming." She's not sure why she's joking, why she's joking now out of all occasions, but it feels right all the same, it feels right with him.
To be with him, but she brushes that thought aside as he opens the doors, and casts one more look at her before closing them again.
Before the night falls, one of the servants delivers water, some food and a book to her room.
*
"It's difficult to live with insane people, but it's impossible to live with a psychiatrist. Do you want to try it anyway?" he asks her later, much, much later, and she only has one answer.
On the fifth circle around the sacred fire on their wedding day, he stops her to ask, "Are you sure?"
"Am I sure I'm marrying the craziest sane man in India, Dr Shrivastav?" She smiles. "I'm quite sure."
"What does that make you, then?" he asks her, as he relents to her prodding and continues walking.
"A kangaroo," she says.
---
...........yeah I thought they were like the cutest part in the movie. fkgkfhkdfjhjgkjd I don't know why.
...I may just crush Akshay in this movie A LOT. Ahem.