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Hi,
Just looked up round the forum and found that I am not the only one smitten by this charismatic character, Omkara, and even crazier to think of writing his love story even before it is introduced in the show. I just hope I get the time and ideas not just to begin but also complete this story. Most of my recent creative efforts have been languishing for lack of both. I just hope I am able to complete this one. So here goes my story. Sorry for not giving any introduction about the basic plot or characters. I feel it will be better discovering them as we go along with the story.
Sailaja.
Chapter One
He stood before his workpiece fidgetting with his materials unsure about what he was about to make. The thoughts of this girl always drove him to nuts. He made and remade with the clay before him trying to give a shape to his ideas when at last he thrashed it aside in his frustration.
Omkara told himself that this was the last time he was going to think about Trishna. This girl always lied with an impunity that at first shocked him when he made her acquaintance. She lied about the smallest of things even when there was not the slightest need for this. Her lying all the same was not vicious or meant to hurt anyone. It was purely said for entertainment.
One day she said to him just like that,"Papa asked you to either cut your atrocious hair or get lost from his sight and never show your face to him."
When he went before Daksh Sahu, his mentor and one of of the foremost artists of the country, he absentmindedly said,"I give my appointments to general public in the evenings. I give this time exclusively to my students" not even observing that it was his own favorite student who stood before him. It took a moment for his mentor to realize his mistake. He laughingly exclaimed, "Where the hell did you rid your hair, Om? You looked more an artist with it than without."
Omkara looked accusatorily at the beautiful apparition which stood before him saying, "I told him Papa. He looks more like a normal human being like this or else the first time I saw him with you I assumed that he must be a Sadhu or Sant directly descending from the Himalayas."
The present turmoil in his mind was because of another reason. Though his relationship with Daksh had begun on very friendly and cordial terms, it had soured. The only thing which held both him and his mentor together was Trishna. If not for her he would have left Daksh and his mentoring long ago. She was the one who kept bringing him back again and again even when he knew that it was hampering his career as an artist.
But today even that came to an end when she herself asked him to leave.
Om looked at his phone and saw ten missed calls from her phone. The phone started ringing again. She was calling him again. He wanted to disconnect but could not for the life of him do so. He picked up the phone and gruffly said, "Kal ke baad kuch aur hamare beech kehne aur sunne keliye rehgaya kya?"
A "Haan! Hai!" floated from the other end.
PS: Scroll down this page for my note on the story as I visualize it.
Chapter Two: Page 2
Chapter Three: Page 2
Shiv Shakti
