Dangerous Smile: Starring Young Shakti Kapoor(Inspired)

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The Dangerous Smile

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Starring: Shakti Kapoor(25)


Scene 1 - Friday Night in Bandra

In rows of parked bikes, the neon sign of “The Gallery Bar” caught on Shakti Kapoor’s leather jacket as he leaned against his car, scanning the entrance.

At 25, he was already known around Bandra for two things, his grin and his nerve. He wasn’t rich yet, but he dressed like a man who expected to be. Every movement of his hand, the way he checked his watch, the slow, amused way he looked at people, everything announced confidence.

He wasn’t hunting; he was selecting.

Inside, a birthday crowd laughed around a cake shaped like a perfume bottle. Shakti walked in without an invitation, nodded at the waiter like an old friend, and slipped a crumpled 500-Rupee Note into the tip jar. By the time he reached the bar counter, half the room had noticed him.

Shakti (to bartender): “Something that looks expensive and tastes friendly.” Shakti: “Kuchh jo mehenga lage aur friendly taste ho.”

The bartender grinned, pouring a sparkling mocktail. Shakti caught his own reflection in the mirror behind the bottles, unruly hair, eyes that looked half-serious, half-amused.

He scanned the room again. Not desperation, just curiosity, the quiet thrill of possibilities. Married women bored of politeness, single professionals who liked danger at a safe distance, artists who saw chaos as charm. He didn’t have a type; he had a pattern, he liked the moment someone’s caution turned into a smile.

As he leaned on the counter, a woman beside him, her dress tight across her ample chest, asked, “Are you waiting for someone?”

Shakti looked up, his trademark pause before answering.

Shakti: “Always. But I never know who it is until she says hello.” Shakti: “Hamesha. Par mujhe pata nahi chalta ki woh kaun hai, jab tak woh hello na bole.”

Her laugh was light, and the night began to open exactly as he liked it: spontaneous, unscripted, and full of possibility.

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Scene 2

The music thumped, Shakti's grin, now fully unleashed, was a promise of pleasurable trouble. He had the woman's full attention, her initial caution melting into open desire under his intense gaze. His eyes were glued to the generous curve of her cleavage, and he made no attempt to hide his focus.

Shakti: "You know, babes, I see a lot of people in this room, all dressed up, all pretending to be proper. But you? You look like you're just waiting for someone to .....undress you." Shakti: "Tumhe pata hai, babes, main is kamre mein bahut logon ko dekhta hoon, sab taiyar, sab shareef banne ka natak kar rahe hain. Lekin tum? Tum lagti ho jaise bas kisi ka intezaar kar rahi ho jo aapko .....nanga kar de."

Her cheeks warmed, but her eyes held a challenge. She tilted her head, enjoying the electricity of his boldness.

Woman: "And what makes you think you're the one to see past the clothes, Mr. Kapoor?" Woman: "Aur aapko kya lagta hai ki aap hi woh hain jo kapdon ke peeche dekh sakte hain, Mr. Kapoor?"

Shakti leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rasp, his gaze never leaving the soft swell of her chest. He was in full villain mode now, charming, dangerous, and completely unavoidable.

Shakti: "Because I don't just see the clothes, jaan. I see the theft of clothes that's about to happen. And trust me, when I'm around, good girls go bad. Real bad." Shakti: "Kyunki main sirf kapde nahi dekhta, jaan. Main woh vastra haran dekhta hoon jo abhi hone wala hai. Aur mera vishwas karo, jab main aas-paas hota hoon, achhi ladkiyan kharab ho jaati hain. Bahut kharab."

He let out a short, wicked laugh. He then straightened up, adopting his iconic pose, the one that screamed confidence and impending chaos.

Shakti: "So, tell me, oh beauty. Are you ready for a night of aaoo?" Shakti: "Toh batao, sundari. Kya tum aaoo ki raat ke liye taiyar ho?"

She laughed, a genuine, delighted sound. The danger was delicious. She reached out and touched his forearm, her fingers tracing the leather of his jacket.

Woman: "Maybe. But you’ll have to convince me you’re worth the risk." Woman: "Ho sakta hai. Lekin aapko mujhe vishwas dilana hoga ki aap khatre ke layak hain."

Shakti: "Risk? I'm not a risk, cutie. I'm a certainty. The only gamble here is how fast you'll be asking me to take you home. Look at you. You have the kind of body that needs to be handled, not just looked at." Shakti: "Khatra? Main khatra nahi hoon, pyari. Main nishchitata (certainty) hoon. Yahaan ek hi jua hai ki tum kitni jaldi mujhe tumhe ghar le jaane ke liye kahogi. Tumhe dekho. Tumhara jism aisa hai jise sambhalna chahiye, sirf dekhna nahi."

He took her hand and pulled her from the bar stool toward the dance floor. The music changed to a slow, pulsing beat, the lights dimming to a deep, intimate blue. He immediately closed the distance, pressing her body flush against his.

Shakti: "Come on, sweetheart. Let's see how well you move." Shakti: "Chalo, dilruba. Dekhte hain tum kitna achha move karti ho."

As they began to sway, Shakti's hand was not content with the small of her back. His fingers, strong and deliberate, slid down, tracing the curve of her hip, before moving up to cup the full weight of her right breast right over her dress. It was a brazen, possessive squeeze, executed with the subtle menace of a man who knew he would not be rejected. She let out a sharp, indrawn breath against his neck, her hands clutching his shoulders for balance, a silent, powerful surrender.

Woman: (Whispering, slightly breathless) "You are so bad." Woman: (Dheere se, saans ruk kar) "Aap bahut kharab ho."
Shakti tightened his hold on her, his smile a flash of white in the dark. He leaned down, his mouth just inches from hers, his voice a gravelly murmur.

Shakti: "Bad? I am a... criminal baby. Because I'm about to steal every thought from your mind except one." Shakti: "Kharab? Aaa-tenu... criminal bol. Kyunki main abhi tumhare dimag se har ek khayal churaane wala hoon, sirf ek ko chhodkar."

He didn't wait for a reply. His mouth descended, capturing hers in a deep, consuming kiss, a kiss that tasted of alcohol, danger, and the absolute certainty of what was about to follow. She melted against him, her tongue meeting his, the crowd and the music dissolving completely as he dominated the moment.

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Scene 3

The taxi ride to the nearest hotel was full of whispered provocations. Shakti, now gloriously, uninhibitedly drunk, began humming a familiar Bollywood tune, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that somehow only added to his dangerous charm. He swayed slightly in the lobby, his arm slung possessively around her waist, a wide, mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Shakti: (Singing loudly, off-key) "Ek do teen... char paanch che... saath aath nau... I'm going to make you scream!" Shakti: "[i]Ek do teen... char paanch che... saath aath nau... Main tumhe chillane wala hoon!"
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A few hotel guests in the lobby glanced over, amused and slightly scandalized, but Shakti merely winked at them, pulling the woman closer. She laughed, her head thrown back, completely captivated by his wild energy.

They reached their door. Shakti fumbled with the key card for a moment, then, with a dramatic flourish and a booming laugh, he kicked the door open with his foot, sending it swinging inward.

Shakti: "Ta-da! Welcome to our little slice of heaven, meri jaan! Or should I say... our den of sin? Aaa-ooh!" Shakti: "Ta-da! Hamare chote se swarg mein swagat hai, meri jaan! Ya main kahoon... hamara paap ka adda? Aaa-ooh!"

He pulled her inside, the door slamming shut behind them with a resounding thud, sealing them in their private world. The room was dim, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. Shakti immediately spun her around, his hands finding purchase on her hips, pulling her flush against his hard body.

Woman: (Whispering, breathless) "You're absolutely insane, you know that?" Woman: (Dheere se, saans ruk kar) "Aap bilkul paagal ho, aapko pata hai?"

Shakti: "Insane? My Queen, I prefer to call it... passionately uninhibited. And trust me, you're about to see just how uninhibited I can be. I am a small, sweet, little devil!" Shakti: "Paagal? Meri rani, main ise... junooni aur bebas kahna pasand karta hoon. Aur mera vishwas karo, tum abhi dekhne wali ho ki main kitna bebas ho sakta hoon. Main ek chota sa, pyaara sa, nanha sa shaitan hoon!"

His hands, restless and eager, began to wander. They slid from her hips, up her sides, tracing the curves of her waist, then boldly reaching up to cup her breasts through her dress once more, squeezing them gently, possessively.

Shakti: "These, seductress... these are not just for show. They're meant to be... devoured." Shakti: "Yeh, haseena... yeh sirf dikhane ke liye nahi hain. Yeh toh... [i]khaane ke liye bane hain."
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He lowered his head, his hot breath caressing her neck as he peppered it with soft kisses. His lips moved to her ear, his voice a guttural whisper.

Shakti: "Tell me, sweetheart, are you ready to become Nandu tonight? Because I'm about to make you forget everything else." Shakti: "Batao, dilruba, kya tum aaj raat Nandu banne ke liye taiyar ho? Kyunki main tumhe sab kuch bhulane wala hoon."

She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his unruly hair, pulling his head closer. Her body arched into his, a silent plea for more.

Woman: "More, Shakti... I want more." Woman: "Aur, Shakti... mujhe aur chahiye."

Shakti: "More, you say? Achha. Then more you shall have, my queen. Much, much more. In this world, I am no one's father, but with you... I can make it happen." Shakti: "Aur, tum kehti ho? Achha. Toh aur tumhe milega, meri jaan. Bahut, bahut aur.  Is duniya mein main kisika baap nahi, lekin tumhare saath... mein kuch kar sakta hoon."

His mouth found hers again, the kiss deeper, more urgent than before. He picked her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her towards the bed, his intentions clear and deliciously dangerous.

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