My finances were OK. But they were not just enough to make me live the life that I dreamt of. I have a government job and a stable salary but it was just not enough for me. My wife, unlike me was quiet content with the flat that we owned, the Maruti car that we had and the minimal jewellery that I had bought for her. But I somehow, was not really cherishing the routine life that we had. In my teens, I had dreamt of Mercedes and luxury apartments and somehow those dreams kept reappearing again. It was just then that I saw an advertisement in Hindu. It said that a reputed television soap company wanted TV serial actresses and that they were looking for normal housewives to make the serial more realistic. It read “ Wanted housewives to act in Family Drama Serial”. Something prompted me from within and I immediately called the mobile number that accompanied the ad. A gruff voice answered the phone. Hindi Sex stories
“Halo, Sir, I am Guhan here . Is it Mr. Shyam, the head of Shri Productions?” I asked hesitatingly.
“Haan, Shyaam here”
“I just saw your ad in Hindu! Can I know more details about it Sir?”
“See, Mr.Guhan, We make family soaps. This time our Director has come up with a novel idea of making real housewives act in the serial rather than casting the known TV Actresses again and again”
“ Ya, I read about it in the ad Sir!, Can I know some more details like timings of shootings and the remuneration” When I said remuneration, I almost bit my lips.
“Oh, we shoot only in days. Cant afford the lighting cost you know. And remuneration also is not comparable to films. We cant pay as much as filmwallahs do, U know!”
“How much will it be Sir?” I asked edgingly.
“ If its Heroine or some other major role, we can pay at the most Rs.10,000 per day. That’s all”
My heart skipped a beat. “10,000 Rupees per day. That’s all” My monthly salary was just Rs.20,000.
“Sir, Actually I thought if it is possible for my wife to get a chance in your Tele – serial”
I pleaded.
“How old is she?”
“28”
“Sure Man, Bring your wife to hotel Maurya tomorrow morning at 10. We will have an audition” . The man collected my mobile number and then phone line got cut.
I was now all the more determined to get a chance for my wife Rani. Let me tell about my wife. She is a gorgeous homely beauty of wheaty complexion. She is not lean but not fat either but she is slightly towards the plumper side. Almost like actress Rani Mukherjee.
One look at her and no one will deny that she is beautiful. But the problem was convincing my wife to take up acting . Being brought up very conventionally in a traditional family, acting in a tele serial will be tantamount to taboo for her. So , I just thought of what to say to her to convince her and reached my house.
Once I reached, Rani was her usual self and she was treating me with her evening tiffin and Coffee.
“ Rani, today I saw an ad. It is for actresses for teleserials”
I slowly broached the subject.
“Ji , U r planning to act in teleserials is it?” Her eyes showed surprise.
“No No, I said Actresses, I was thinking whether you can try it!”
“ Me!” She almost shouted.
“Ya, Ya, It’s a family drama it seems and they want only housewives who have no prior experience in acting. They pay well. Why don’t u try. Anyway u have told me that u used to act in dramas in your college.” I started convincing her.
“Ji, are u joking. How can I…….?
“hey , come on Rani, I know u can do it. U’ve got the talent. Look at your eyes. How expressive they are! “ I started cajoling her. And to my surprise, Rani looked mildly pleased now at this strange idea of her acting in TV soaps. She gave me a radiant smile and I took it as a green signal.
“ We’ve got to go for the audition tomorrow morning at 10! Once we go there and participate, I am sure you will get a good role. Who can deny a role to such a beauty!”
Again my wife was blushing.
That day night, I dint disturb her. I thought that a good night’s sleep will certainly help her look fresh and appealing next day.
Exactly at 9.15, we started from our house. The hotel was only 20 minutes ride from my house and we landed there quite early to our appointment. We were waiting in the lounge. At about 10.15, my mobile rang. It was the same Shyaam on line. He asked me to come to Room No 10. Myself and my wife entered the room with bated breath. In the room were three large sofas and in the middle one, three persons were seated. A stout guy who looked around forty got up and shook hands with us.
“Hi, I am Shyaam, executive producer of the teleserial!” While Shyaam shook hands with my wife, I felt his hands lingered in her palms for some more time. He then introduced us to the other persons in the room. There was an elderly man in his sixties who was the director of the serial and there was a cameraman who was in his thirties. I felt that every one of them was looking at my wife with keen interest.