The Ruined Rainbow

CHAPTER 1

He never wanted to attend any parties nor award functions, for his heart always craved for an inexplicable solace. Still, his mind being the only justified thing in his existence forced him to attend.

Truth be told, he felt like he was being forced to live a life. Like his life was a cinema and he was merely a spectator. For, his heart was shattered and too broken to mend back again. His soul was long discarded to an absolute memory.

He was a spotlight every place, wherever he went and was considered a pleased man. He was always photographed. Wherever he went, he was bathed in a beam of white light, being captured by the paparazzi.

But no amount of artificial lights could counterbalance the powerful and mighty darkness that resided within him; refusing ever to get defeated.

Fans met him everywhere; the paps followed him, reporters begged him for an interview. And today a reporter had finally got his wish of interviewing the great Sahil.

That afternoon, Sahil sat along with Rhea alongside the beach, answering questions that the reporter threw to him.

The afternoon sun rays fell on him, exposing a little bit of tan on his face and his body. He sat back on the chair, with his hands behind his head, leaning back, revealing his super tanned muscles. His apparent black eyes now had a shade of dark chocolate brown and looked gorgeous. His white face was contrasted with his dark black hair that fell on his eyes. His pink lips were carved into a fake smile disclosing a bit of his pearl white teeth. His sharp facial features would make any girl openly drool at him.

Rhea sat beside him. She was wearing a light floral dress that came up to her knees; her legs crossed. Her dark brown hair were knotted into a bun. She kept looking at Sahil as if she were interested in talking to him, but Sahil paid no attention to her. He was looking at the sea and answering questions thrown at him.

"So, Sahil, how would you describe the journey in The Apocalypse?"

"A beautiful one. " The reply came to his mouth like a robotic and a mechanical voice, "It is like a bunch of experience and learning for Rhea and me as well. Kumar, of course, is the best. In all, it has been a memorable journey. And I am very thrilled to be a part of this film". Sahil concluded in a bored tone.

How many times had he answered that question? God, he had lost count. Every media gathering, a reporter interview, every fashion ramp, every place he went, he was asked this same question. He now had the response to it automatically cemented in his mouth. 

"Do you think that Sam's character from The Apocalypse, resembles you? If yes, how?"

"Oh. It does not, to be honest, for it is set in a 1940s era. " Sahil replied rationally, his voice sounding thoroughly bored. "But sometimes, you know, at some instants... Some definite point of time in lives, I think his thoughts and feelings have some similarities, concerning mine."

Of course, it was a lie. He was forced to stretch on a matter or even lie, for he had to make the world see that he was blessed to perform the blockbuster, no matter how much ever he hated it.

And the emotions part had been a plain lie, no frivolous feelings or emotions portrayed in a mere movie could match or describe the bitterness, or how battered he was from inside.

"Rhea, has Sahil been a right costar? And Sahil, I would want your opinion too. And could you please rate each other in this exquisite journey?" The reporter asked cheerfully.