I was standing outside a bakery in Bandra the other day, waiting for a coffee that was taking too long, when someone behind me started talking about Abhishek Bachchan and Aishwarya Rai as if they had just come back from dinner with them. Something about divorce, something about insiders, the usual confident nonsense. It kept happening all week. Random people repeating the same rumour like they were passing around a secret they barely understood. That is how gossip survives here. Not through accuracy, just persistence.
Then Abhishek finally spoke. Not with drama, not with any of that celebrity speech energy, just a tired sort of clarity. The rumours were false. Malicious. Wrong. He sounded like someone swatting away a fly that had been circling for years. I do not know why, but the simplicity of it made the whole rumour suddenly feel even more ridiculous than it already was. You could practically hear the city shrug.
The thing is, you can tell when someone is defending truth versus defending image. His tone leaned toward the first. Almost a little annoyed that he even had to address it, which honestly makes sense because he said these rumours were around even before they got married. Imagine people deciding the shape of your life before you have even lived it.
And then he mentioned their daughter. That part stuck with me long after the quotes floated across my screen. She does not have a phone, he said. And Aishwarya teaches her not to believe everything she sees online. There was something so normal about that. Not celebrity normal. Just human normal. A mother, a father, navigating the chaos of the internet the way any parent would. Trying to make sure their kid is not touched by the world’s nonsense too early.
I was thinking about that on my drive home, stuck near Juhu Circle as always, watching people weave between cars with that strange confidence Mumbai pedestrians have. It hit me that fame in this city is almost like a hallway with too many open doors. People walk in and out of celebrities’ private lives without even knocking. They see a photo, a video, a moment, and treat it like absolute proof of something. There is no pause, no self doubt, just instant theories.
So when Abhishek called the rumour unacceptable, it felt like he was gently pushing everyone back out into the hallway again. Telling them to leave the room that never belonged to them in the first place. It was not a rant. Just a boundary. Simple, firm.
I kept picturing Aishwarya in all this. Probably on set somewhere, surrounded by those giant silver reflectors that make every space look like a spaceship. Maybe sipping tea. Maybe laughing with a stylist. She has handled so much speculation over the years that you can almost imagine her reading the rumour and just blinking slowly before moving on. She has never really played the gossip game. She outlived it.
And their daughter, blissfully outside the loop. I love that image a bit too much. A kid with no idea that the internet spent a whole week debating her parents’ marriage while she was probably drawing something or memorizing lines for school. It feels like the one part of their life untouched by noise.
Rumours are funny creatures. They grow legs extremely fast but collapse just as quickly when the person involved actually speaks. It happened here too. The second Abhishek said the words, the tone everywhere changed. The rumour did not die dramatically. It just sort of… lost energy. Like someone unplugged it.
But the part that feels the most honest is how banal the truth is. No scandal, no twist, no storyline. Just a couple living their life while the outside world tries to add unnecessary plot. Most marriages, even famous ones, are made up of exactly that kind of everyday simplicity. People imagine dramatic narratives because normalcy is not exciting enough to post about.
Sometimes I think the city forgets that celebrities are real people. Or maybe it remembers but chooses to ignore it because real people are less fun to gossip about. But when Abhishek spoke, it reminded me of something very basic: clarity beats speculation. Every time.
Anyway, I finished that coffee eventually. It was not great. But by then the rumour already felt old. And honestly, that is probably how it should be.
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Sana has been covering film, fame, and everything in between for over a decade. From red carpets to rehab rumors, she brings nuance, wit, and an insider’s edge to every story. When she’s not reporting, she’s probably watching Koffee With Karan reruns or doom-scrolling celebrity IG feeds.
