Omkara FF: A Prequel (Part3 19.7 pg 4) - Page 2

Originally posted by: MaliciousAngel

I love this fic

Do continue soon

Imma gonna stalk this place for updates.

Aha! Another piece of work by you. I love the simplicity of this piece. So peaceful and vividly beautiful! Awaiting the next update. :)

This was a good start to your prequel,am intrigued as to where you are going with it.

Very well written...plz do continue.

Its lovely...plz update next part soon

Part 2: A rose by any other name...

Rosalyn D'Souza, was her name... he learned checking her name at the student list. Google search revealed she was the only daughter of Stephen D'Souza and heir of D'Souza Ltd in Delhi. An architectural firm famed for its environmentally friendly designs.

Not only that, it is as famous for its philanthropic work, women and children's shelter, orphanages, legal aid, etc. They were opposites: Oberoi Corp. is rich, snooty and glossy with 7star glitz ; while D'souza Ltd has a halo and all the love of the common man.

Complete opposites. I like it already, he thought.

After knowing her, she stood out instantly in class. She sat alone at the front of the class , to the center-side of the C shaped old style lecture theatre. He found himself seated on the opposite side of her, with a pleasant view.

Shoulder length straight black hair with red highlights, styled into layers, thick bangs strewn across her forehead giving her an air of mystery. Big lovely eyes lined with kohl and minimal pink tinge on her lips. Large gold hoops and a silver stud on her nose gave her a boho-look.

Class had started and it grabbed his attention, although time and again he found himself resting eyes on her. Sharing a laugh at a joke, and watching her reaction. She was quite studious and her attention didn't wander at all. Typical girl...

As the students got up to leave, he caught her eye as she stood up. A bright smile lit up her face and she waved enthusiastically at him. He smiled appreciatively as they met halfway at the exit.

"Hi .." she said in a musical voice. She tended to do that, he noticed. She spoke in a cute sing song manner than was really endearing. Ridiculously cute, he thought. She had a face that people instantly identified as nice and friendly. And an infectious smile.

Good God Omkara, you sound besotted. Scale it back a bit mate... his conscience spoke in Shivaay's voice.

"Hey Rosalyn D'Souza" he quipped. She looked up in surprise and retorted, "Well, Hello there Omkara Singh Oberoi..." They shared a laugh at their obvious checking up on one another.

Just like that, they slowly eased into a comfortable friendship. They went out painting together, explored parks together on their bikes, maintaining their discipline for classwork and studies.

Rose had a magnetic pull about her, others just gravitated around her. She received attention from interested males too, but she smilingly refused to go on dates. It didn't stop them from asking again and again, much to his irritation. None were daunted by his stone faced stare when they came to try out their pick up lines with her.

"Why can't these guys be cool like you, Om? Why are they in such a rush to get into relationships? It's the sex they want isn't it? I'm so glad you're not like that..." she made a face as she grumbled.

If you only knew, Rose... The thought of any other man being so close to you makes my blood boil...

But she went on all those cycling "outings" with him. Where they spent companionable time painting. He knew of what techniques annoyed her, that one annoying color that she's never happy with, and how she couldn't do detailed portraits well.

She loved watercolor and was a wizard with them, just a few swashes with color and something quite beautiful emerges on paper. He loved sculptures, clay and marble, making lifelike reproductions. She gushed at his realistic portraits and pieces, and vowed to commission him for a portrait of her someday.

Little did she know he had already made a portrait of her..

Stalker alert! 😆

Wow...it gave me an immediate fuzzy feeling in my stomach. I loved how you brought something so serene to life. I can imagine Omkara and Rose right now.

This had me go all aww! So dreamy, simple and sweet!

Originally posted by: -Sarcy-

This had me go all aww! So dreamy, simple and sweet!

Btw, I'm curious as to why you haven't named her Ishana. Is there a plot reason, or just so?